We Rhodesians were determined to go it alone and we would not be bullied by Great Britain.
3.)Back to the farm; In the meanwhile my sister Deirdre Ann Coffey made her entrance into the world,she was a bonny lass blessed with a strong constitution and an even stonger pair of lungs! Needless to say there was great joy over this happy event and I was now to have a playmate.
Mother was now learning to drive at the hands of my father,somehow his nerves proved equal to the task! One fine day my mother came bowling down the road and turned in to the homestead,and just kept on going.... right through the diningroom wall! The Hudson,s brakes had failed,my mother was distraught and my dad was mad.
4.)By this time the writing was on the wall for Rhodesian tobacco farmers,because of UDI the UK and most of the world had imposed economic sanctions on Rhodesia.Our main buyer of tobacco had closed it,s door on us.My parents decided to leave farming and move to Salisbury.
My father got a good job as a tobacco buyer with the Imperial Tobacco Co,so we moved to the city and rented a house in a suburb called Msasa.
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