One more miss-you-night-and-day, my dearest Toady. Just cannot mention the hows because it has been an eternity. Still, I soldier on. Thankfully, Sally and I have a good laugh now and then. We even went out to lunch. She is quite funny when she is not worrying. Some people are eternal worriers. They see monsters everywhere. I tend to see the good side that most people don’t realise they have.
Well-to-do Jamaicans of the 1950s did not think England was an advanced enough country for them to settle in. Unlike other West Indian islanders, only poor or relatively poor Jamaicans who none-the-less could afford the fares, left for the United Kingdom. Educated Jamaicans did not consider England an option at all. Many of our young men had travelled there during the war, and they did not like what they had seen. The educated ones among us rather opted for the United States of America, or Canada, wherever possible.