A very long time ago, I was an emigrant; firstly to Australia, where I finished my education. When we were there it was officially an Anglican Church boarding school for country students, and immigrants, & which in my opinion, was the best thing (the way things were in Britain after the war), that my parents could have done for my sister and brother & myself. It was, (for me), an exciting adventure! A sea journey without our parents; and a chaperone to look after us on the trip. Their fare paid, if they chaperoned children going to school in foreign countries. That trip was a lot of fun! I learned to swim in the ships pool, met all kinds of other people also emigrating to a new country, & those returning home after the war in Europe. If this makes me sound old, well I was only 12 years old at the time & responsible for keeping an eye on my siblings, which onboard ship, is not a hardship! However we were not to know how long it would be before we saw our parents again. We faithfully wrote letters at every port of call. It was exciting to see all of those exotic places on our route. Naples, Navarina, Port Said; Port Aden; Ceylon, and finally Fremantle Australia! All of the sights and sounds of that trip have never left me! Arriving in Fremantle it was mid January, the height of summer it was v e r y hot! We were met by a staffer from the school, who escorted us to Perth. We were settled into our age appropriate houses; given school uniforms, allocated a bed and a locker. We didn’t meet again until dinner time which was held in the dining hall. We made a pact to meet every evening to talk about things, whatever was worrying to us; or just to talk and stay close to each other. My brother and I joined the choir, he had a wonderful soprano voice, before puberty broke it. It was an idyllic time of my life, once I got used to the idea that we may not see our parents for a very long time. In fact I had graduated from school, before they arrived in Australia! Dad had been released from the British Army and was unable to find work in Britain, but had been offered a job if he would move to Australia or Canada. I didn’t know it at the time, Mum told me later; Dad tossed a coin to decide to which country they would go, Australia won! The irony was that I would meet my future husband who was on a working holiday in Australia, (Canadian) and so I would end up in Canada. I personally think that my mother’s many family members already in Australia, might have influenced Dad’s coin toss!! Immigration? Well that’s what they call you after you arrive in your new country (immigrants). However, think about this; consider the Norsemen, they migrated all over Europe, intermarried with the natives they conquered, and often settled in the conquered country. The British, who settled in America, India, and Africa in the 16th to 18th centuries So Emigration and Immigration is not a new thing, they called them Settlers instead of Immigrants. I still love to travel, to search for those exotic, and unusual treasures to bring back home, some to show to my clientele, some to keep for my own pleasure. That’s what home decor is all about, ferreting out those little treasures that finish off, or add to the decor and make it your own personal space… jogarrard.com is the unique boutique e-commerce Home Decor store which can bring those personal touches to your home with accessories which bring out your personal taste, and add your personality to your home.