Then, six years after taking his daughter, Ruth, overseas, to her great delight, he took Phyllis to England for the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II, which was on 2nd.June, 1953. While in London, Phyllis arranged to meet a lady called Mary Flowers and to spend a few days with the Flowers family at their home in Hull, Yorkshire. She and Mary Flowers had corresponded with each other throughout the war and continued to do so until Phyllis died.
This friendship had come about following a request during the war for volunteers to send parcels of food from South Africa to the sons of British sailors. When my mother responded, she was given the name of a boy called Thain Flowers. As it happened the sailor in question was not actually his father, but an uncle who had no children of his own, so submitted his nephew's name. On receipt of the first parcel, Mary Flowers wrote such a charming note of gratitude and with the next parcel went a reply from my mother. Soon they found they had many interests in common and a firm friendship resulted. Mary suggested they meet in the foyer of the London hotel and when my mother suggested wearing something recognisable Mary told her not to worry, she would know her anywhere and that was how it was, as soon as they caught sight of each other across the room, as Mary came through the entrance. While in Hull, Mary and her husband, Harold Flowers, took my mother to the city of York and it was then that she purchased the small watercolour painting of Yorkminster that, for sentimental reasons, I value so much to this day.
Sometime later, after my mother's death, we also visited Hull (on two separate occasions) and stayed with Mary and, finally years later, after her husband's death when she was over eighty, Mary came to visit us in Gordons Bay, the first time she had ever been out of Britain!