Rhodesia?

Ahhhh...a day without baby!!!!!
A well deserved Sunday, spent reading the paper front to back, drink too much coffee, just veg out. Love it!

I remembered something that happened when I was in Holland last week.
Somewhere in the conversation my sister mentioned something I never knew.
She told me that somewhere, sometime in the past my parents were contemplating immigrating!
She wasn't sure where, so we asked our parents.

My father worked for the PTT (Telephone company) all his life. Back in the late 50s the company offered to send people overseas as support employees for that particular country's own telephone companies.

Come to find out they had a choice between Rhodesia, South Africa, or Brazil.

WOW!

Can you imagine how different all our lives would have been???

Rhodesia was the country they ultimately looked into.

This whole concept was just too weird for me. My father, who always swore he would cry and die if he couldn't see the Haagse Toren anymore, and my mom so attached to the family.

No way!!! Obviously they decided to stay put. Whew!

Rhodesia???

It's intriguing to think about how our lives would have turned out. We would have been smack in the middle of the apartheid problems? Would my youngest brother have moved to New Zealand? Would I have moved to the USA?

Frankly, I cannot see my parents living anywhere but in their little cold country. But it was a shock to find out they once considered it.

Isn't it amazing how there are still things you never knew about, even after 61 years.

I wonder what other little nuggets they hid from us.

Rhodesia??