01-26-2007, 11:05 PM
In 1993 when air travel was slightly easier, there was no internet for the average woman at home. To get a good rate for international phone calls you had to play all the long-distance carriers against each other for the best deal. We were delighted to find we could get calls to the UK for as little as 13c per minute! To communicate with those back home I wrote lengthy letters by hand until I purchased a Brother Word processor /typewriter. Then I typed and printed out typed letters to people. I invented the "Christmas Newsletter" because I had so much to say to so many people that I couldn't write separate letters to all, so I used to WP to change beginnings and endings of letters and personalise them.
I fretted about not knowing where to go or what questions to ask. I wanted the Citizens Advice Bureau and an informative public library. Much later I was to look in vain to the local churches for "playgroups" for the sproglets. I had no idea even then, how very different it is here than it was back there.
As the British half of a British-American marriage I soon found life frustrating. At the end of my first week here I made my first solo drive to the supermarket with ice and snow piled up either side of the road, in a (then) 18-year-old Chevy. It took me over tow hours to shop for two people because everything was so unfamiliar to me and I couldn't find the Persil, the Imperial Leather or the Fairy Liquid. Everything was weird. I was always told not to say this or that because Americans wouldn't understand or would misinterpret (especially when I told my husband that I had been diddled in the supermarket!).
Before the internet I had to fend for myself. I became addicted to PBS "Mystery" and "Masterpiece Theatre" as being the only decent thing on television and in the daytimes I watched talk shows all day. I had no friends and no contact with anyone but my husband and people he introduced me to. I had the tv, occasional phone calls and my letters.
After two years we moved to our own house and I got to know my neighbours. One became the closest I had to a friend since leaving England, but I had to continue to adjust my vocabulary and my speech to suit my American listeners and be careful not to offend. Then in 1999, after the birth of our third child I became a US citizen and we went to the Netherlands for a year.
My life over those seven years wasn't so tough but there were many times that I missed being able to be myslef and in fact I no longer was myself - I was "fitting in" as best I could.
After a year in Europe I returned determined that if the neighbours were not going to seek me as a friend, then I would be a friend to them. The original friend-neighbour had moved away so I had to start again. I began by making it a point to phone at least one person every day - sometimes a neighbour, sometimes a friend in the UK, but I was determined that my loneliness was to be a thing of the past. A few months later I made my first Brit friend in town and I started to come alive again - with no trouble at all we started off as if we were already old friends. It was a delight and a relief to have found REAL freedom of speech.
The same year we got The Internet. I discovered how it all worked, I found websites and online communities, I made two new American friends online - one in Nebraska and one in Kansas - and just after 9/11 I found Britnet. Britnet, believe it or not, gave me new-found confidence. I was not suffering alone. I soon learned that Brits married to Brits had an easier time than I had because at home they could be themselves and had a shared history of Britishness. I also found that finally I could share my reminiscences with people who knew what I was talking about. It was WONDERFUL.
With my new confidence I took the bull by the horns and started inviting my neighbours to a monthly coffee morning at my house. We are now in the 5th year and they are still going strong. Sometimes the Brits even outnumber the yanks! I have made some good real-life and cyber- friends through Britnet and the internet in general.
I miss fewer and fewer things that I left behind. British products I craved for years can be purchased at a click. I can catch up on British soaps online if I so desire, I can IM and email all my friends and relatives and there is nothing but the land itself and the people I grew up with that I miss.
Before the internet, even in the 1990s it was not always a picnic being the only Brit, but now it's fine. I have my local Brits and my cyber Brits with all their quirks to remind me that I am actually quite normal. Thanks Britnet and Britnet friends. You restored my sanity.
Now then, everyone, share your own pre-internet story.........
footnote: We still have the Chevy - it's now 32 years old, but thankfully I no longer have to drive it!
I fretted about not knowing where to go or what questions to ask. I wanted the Citizens Advice Bureau and an informative public library. Much later I was to look in vain to the local churches for "playgroups" for the sproglets. I had no idea even then, how very different it is here than it was back there.
As the British half of a British-American marriage I soon found life frustrating. At the end of my first week here I made my first solo drive to the supermarket with ice and snow piled up either side of the road, in a (then) 18-year-old Chevy. It took me over tow hours to shop for two people because everything was so unfamiliar to me and I couldn't find the Persil, the Imperial Leather or the Fairy Liquid. Everything was weird. I was always told not to say this or that because Americans wouldn't understand or would misinterpret (especially when I told my husband that I had been diddled in the supermarket!).
Before the internet I had to fend for myself. I became addicted to PBS "Mystery" and "Masterpiece Theatre" as being the only decent thing on television and in the daytimes I watched talk shows all day. I had no friends and no contact with anyone but my husband and people he introduced me to. I had the tv, occasional phone calls and my letters.
After two years we moved to our own house and I got to know my neighbours. One became the closest I had to a friend since leaving England, but I had to continue to adjust my vocabulary and my speech to suit my American listeners and be careful not to offend. Then in 1999, after the birth of our third child I became a US citizen and we went to the Netherlands for a year.
My life over those seven years wasn't so tough but there were many times that I missed being able to be myslef and in fact I no longer was myself - I was "fitting in" as best I could.
After a year in Europe I returned determined that if the neighbours were not going to seek me as a friend, then I would be a friend to them. The original friend-neighbour had moved away so I had to start again. I began by making it a point to phone at least one person every day - sometimes a neighbour, sometimes a friend in the UK, but I was determined that my loneliness was to be a thing of the past. A few months later I made my first Brit friend in town and I started to come alive again - with no trouble at all we started off as if we were already old friends. It was a delight and a relief to have found REAL freedom of speech.
The same year we got The Internet. I discovered how it all worked, I found websites and online communities, I made two new American friends online - one in Nebraska and one in Kansas - and just after 9/11 I found Britnet. Britnet, believe it or not, gave me new-found confidence. I was not suffering alone. I soon learned that Brits married to Brits had an easier time than I had because at home they could be themselves and had a shared history of Britishness. I also found that finally I could share my reminiscences with people who knew what I was talking about. It was WONDERFUL.
With my new confidence I took the bull by the horns and started inviting my neighbours to a monthly coffee morning at my house. We are now in the 5th year and they are still going strong. Sometimes the Brits even outnumber the yanks! I have made some good real-life and cyber- friends through Britnet and the internet in general.
I miss fewer and fewer things that I left behind. British products I craved for years can be purchased at a click. I can catch up on British soaps online if I so desire, I can IM and email all my friends and relatives and there is nothing but the land itself and the people I grew up with that I miss.
Before the internet, even in the 1990s it was not always a picnic being the only Brit, but now it's fine. I have my local Brits and my cyber Brits with all their quirks to remind me that I am actually quite normal. Thanks Britnet and Britnet friends. You restored my sanity.
Now then, everyone, share your own pre-internet story.........
footnote: We still have the Chevy - it's now 32 years old, but thankfully I no longer have to drive it!