Hmm… if you ever visit… make sure that you visit the correct Herne Hill. 🙂 If you ask a taxi driver he will take you to the one in London, when you want this one:
First of all, my beloved sister nation, Great Britain, I want you to know that I love you like the siblings we are.
We here on the west side of the Atlantic just needed our own space, and having separate rooms really did improve how we interacted with each other.
We have so much in common, and by golly no one had better pick on you, because you are family!
My Father’s side of the family came to America from Herne Hill, Canterbury, England in 1630, sailing on the Winthrop Fleet, and ended up in Massachusetts.
My mother’s side came from Laugharne, Carmarthenshire, Wales right around the same time, and ended up in Virginia.
So, today as we celebrate Independence Day here in jolly old America, I will raise my gin(less) tonic/w a twist of lime to the mother country(s)–and listen to the Beatles, in honor of my roots and my dear friends…
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