I came to Orlando in 1982.
At this time, I was divorced from my husband, Alfie. Alfie and my boys lived in London, England. I was living alone in Orlando, Florida.
I was poor, but felt excited to be in the United States. I had blazed a trail and came over to follow my dreams.
I wanted to bring my sons over, for their summer holidays. Jeremy was 12, and David was 10. I worked hard for their tickets. I worked hard cleaning houses, and other odd jobs. Eventually I succeeded, and booked tickets for the boys!
My husband Alfie allowed the boys to come, because I sent the tickets, in the mail. Also that summer, I was excited to bring over my good friend from London. She was from Mauritius. She was a good friend, who made me a beautiful christening gown, for my baby; my first child.
My plan succeeded! In the summer of 1984, my precious group all arrived at the Orlando Airport.
At this time, I had a boyfriend—George. George picked up the group from the airport. He brought everyone to the small duplex home that I rented in Altamonte Springs, in the North of Orlando.
We all ate whatever there was, and we were happy.