My children, born in Sydney, looking at the town-hall of Gouda, the Netherlands, where their grandparents were married, in April, 1941.
I visited this small world, in about 1950.
My children were there, in 1997.
My daughter was there again, only last week.
When we migrated, in 1956, it took us 5 weeks to reach the other side of the world, Australia.
Aerogrammes used to take a week to get back to our relatives. Ordinary letters and little rel-to-reel tapes used to take much longer.
A crackly, expensive telephone call was a huge event, interrupted after 3 minutes by the operator.
Now we fly there in about 27 hours and communicate, free, using Skype, via the computer.
While my daughter was on a bus, on her way to Gouda, last week, she got me, ( here in Sydney,) to check a telephone number for her, which I found, via the iMac, and relayed back, via SMS.
It’s a small world all right!!