Well, Mum gets back from San Antonio and agrees to move to America where she can be with all her children. We settle our estate and ship what we can to America (Oh how I wish we had kept some of those beautiful antiques... but what did I know)! I vividly remember our departure from Heathrow Airport. There were all my school chums and relatives bidding us a safe journey with wonderment in their eyes if they would ever see us again. I was particularly touched by my Uncle Jack, my mothers brother, who was especially concerned about our safety and wondering what was going to happen to his sister (little did I know then that several years later he would come over and visit us in San Antonio). I wonder now how the families of the first pilgrims felt as their loved ones boarded those tiny ships that were to sail across the Atlantic Ocean or what it was like to be herded thru Ellis Island like cattle and to be treated like second class citizens (a subject I was later to discover existed in my newly adopted country). We board Icelandic Air and take off for Boston. I am wild with excitement but I am sure my brave mother was full of trepidation. After  what seemed an eternity of flying to me, we land in Boston and transfer to Braniff Airlines bound for San Antonio.