Then Uncle Sam invaded Queen’s bastion

When I started learning English in kindergarten in the late 1950s, more than the language, it were the books of the alphabet from the colonial times, with glazed paper and beautiful pictures of British people, that attracted me. I still remember an image of young girls and boys bent over a wooden bridge on a hillside, trying to retrieve a bun with a sprig from the pit below. The lesson was about b…u…n bun, and I would always open the book at that page to admire the blonde, red-cheeked kids Read More…

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