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Expatriate Tales: A Charmed Childhood
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Because my father worked abroad, I didn't return to live in England until I was sixteen years old. During my Childhood we lived in Kuwait, where I was born (no stories from there - I was too young when we left to remember anything), Dubai, Libya (both Tripoli and Benghazi), Malta, Sharjah and Uganda. We led a fantastic but farely typical expatriate lifestyle so there are a few stories from my childhood in this category.
The United Arab Emirates (UAE)
The Trucial States of the Persian Gulf coast granted the UK control of their defense and foreign affairs in 19th century treaties. In 1971, six of these states - Abu Zaby, 'Ajman, Al Fujayrah, Ash Shariqah, Dubayy, and Umm al Qaywayn - merged to form the United Arab Emirates (UAE). They were joined in 1972 by Ra's al Khaymah. The UAE's per capita GDP is on par with those of leading West European nations. Its generosity with oil revenues and its moderate foreign policy stance have allowed the UAE to play a vital role in the affairs of the region.
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Posted by lizc on Thursday, March 20 @ 08:16:38 CDT (604 reads)
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Expatriate Tales: Dubai in the Early 1960s by Liz Canham
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My Dad was an Air Traffic Controller and in 1962 he was posted to Dubai in the United Arab Emirates as Airport Manager.
It's my first memory really - I was four - Dad went out to Dubai first and, six months later, Mum and I joined him. He met us at Bahrain airport and in the months since we'd seen him, he'd grown a great bushy beard. He always had a wide moustache but this was different! I didn't recognise him at all and hid behind Mum's skirts and Mum wouldn't kiss him hello until the beard was gone.
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Posted by lizc on Thursday, March 20 @ 10:00:58 CDT (394 reads)
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Expatriate Tales: Dubai before they found “Black Gold” by Liz Canham
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 When I was a child, my father was an air traffic controller, working abroad for a UK company. In 1962, when I was four years old, Dad was posted to Dubai in the United Arab Emirates, as Airport Manager. Any reader who has been to or through Dubai airport recently will know that it is a huge place gleaming with glass and chrome, seething with travellers and home to some of the best and most exclusive tax-free shopping in the world. It is also home to the prize draw in which you can win whatever is current in shiny car models worth tens of thousands of pounds, dollars or riyals.
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Posted by lizc on Thursday, March 20 @ 10:25:09 CDT (388 reads)
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Expatriate Tales: A Sense of Place by Barbara Warden
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In a few minutes we're going to the souk (market). It won't be quite as hot as at mid-day when the souks close until late afternoon. Right now choosing something cool to wear is uppermost in my mind. Each dress or skirt in my wardrobe is ankle length. I can't really understand why everything must be long and conform to Islamic dress code here in Kuwait when short skirts are so much cooler. Unfortunately I don't have a choice. I decide on a skirt and blouse just as my husband, Reg, calls from the sitting room.
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Posted by lizc on Monday, June 09 @ 07:35:29 CDT (494 reads)
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