When my father came to Australia in 1946 by plane, and we came out 4 months later because the boat had to go into dry-dock for major repairs. My poor father must have been so lonely in a new country and knew nobody. He used to write long letters to my mother, and she kept every one of them. My sisters and I only got to read them when our mother passed on. They were beautiful letters telling our mother all about this wonderful country we were going to live in. These letters were in an old box with a blue ribbon around them. He always ended the letter, "Give my little angels a kiss and a hug from Daddy"
She wrote to him, but they never kept her letters, don't know why. Only when my father was on his death bed, I told him he was lucky to have 3 daughters and it would have been nice if he had a son, only then did he mention there would have been, only my mother lost a baby before we came to Australia. That broke my heart hearing his story. Don't know why she never mentioned it to us. When I see photos of her, she hardly ever smiled and always looked sad.