After writing to Jane for over 9 years, she and her boyfriend (now husband) came to visit my husband and I here in the states. They made us promise that when they got married we would travel to England for their wedding. I remember thinking...they have been together so long, they'll never get married. So, my husband and I said yes and thought nothing further of it until that one day when our phone rang at such on odd time. Jane was calling us to tell us she and Thomas were engaged and we had to make plans to go to England because we said we'd be at their wedding. Wow! For the first time in our lives...we needed Passports! We got right on it and did what had to be done. The next thing I know, Jane asked me (little ol' me) to take part in the wedding by reading one of the Readings during Mass for their wedding. (Of course I said YES! There will be more on their wedding later.)
So May of 1997 was here and my husband and I were on a plane to England. When we first got off the plane in Birmingham and "security" was standing quite seriously with their automatic weapons, Charlie reminded me that we are not in America anymore and that I needed to keep my lovely wisecracks and sarcastic remarks to myself. I promised I would behave...they were a bit intimidating.
Now, even though our main reason for going to England was to celebrate their wedding, they made time to show us around their country. First, Jane showed me the house that she grew up in.
Over the years, I remember writing "Eversleigh" on many a letter I sent to Jane. Her childhood house was absolutely beautiful! Believe it or not, shortly after our visit, the house was sold to a developer and torn down making way for apartments to be built.
We saw a double-decker bus...
And then our next stop was London...can't go to England without a visit to London.
We saw the changing of the guard.
I tried to make one of them laugh, and he just didn't find me funny!
We saw Big Ben...which was a sight for sure.
And we were stunned when we saw one of the bobbie's Patrol cars. It reminded us of a clown car, so small and compact.
On our way out of London, we were lucky enough to go over Tower Bridge. This picture doesn't do it justice, but it looked like a bridge you would read about in a fairy tale.
Stay tuned for my next installment when we visit Shakespeare's home in Stratford-upon-Avon, a few castles,and Solihull Square. (And yes..I will eventually get to the wedding!)