The American Dream

Aeroplanes looked different in the 1950s-the golden age of flying, as we now know it. Back then, travelling through the skies was nothing short of a grand affair. In fact, almost 70 years on, Ed Freeman still remembers his first journey. It was 16 hours from Boston to London. That’s almost 10 hours more than it’d take today-I imagine because we no longer need to stop at Nova Scotia, Iceland and Ireland to refuel. “Pretty primitive,” Freeman describes. “Of course, we didn’t know any better. We thought, right, I can fly to London instead of taking a boat, wow!”

He was 16 at the time when his parents handed him a passport and a bit of cash and sent him off to see the world-in hindsight, an experience which he’d wish upon every teenager. The experience of a lifetime. “It affected me profoundly,” Freeman shares. “I went to France and Spain, which, of course, was more challenging back in those days. No one spoke English, there was no internet, no international phone calls. I was pretty much on my own. It was...” he pauses in search, I think to suggest to him but instead, he proffers: “...exciting.”