And particular greetings to whoever was looking for me! I was idly web-searching for photos of Aden to show my family when I came across this website, which came as a nice surprise - and even more surprising was that I was on the "Looking for..." list! I haven't had time since to really browse this site, though I can see there are lots of great photos - and when I have a moment I will sort through the pile of unsorted photos I inherited afrom my parents - I'm sure there will be some Aden ones amongst them.
My father, Harry Chisholm, accountant and keen golfer, worked for BP in Little Aden for 4 or 5 years between about 1958 and 1962. My sister and I were summer holiday visitors - 3 or 4 times, I think - until '62, the summer that I and one or 2 of the other teenagers there got our O level results (there weren't very many of us - I really only recall a couple of teenage boys!). After that summer my father was transferred to Abadan and we had to make a whole new set of friends.
Though Aden was an interesting place, probably much more interesting than a naive teenager could appreciate, I never really wanted that unsettled expatriate life for myself or my children. (Most of the boarding school friends I occasionally see feel the same about boarding school.) Apart from a couple of years in Benghazi when our children were very little, I've spent most of my life in or around Kingston upon Thames which feels like home to me.