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A mother and sister flee the devastation of the Second World War, and hear a Salvation Army band

Adapted from Andy Kalnins original article published on December 19, 2009

Illustration of four members of the Salvation Army playing musical instruments.

December 24, 1949, was almost balmy for a while in Halifax, but by the time darkness fell and Christmas Eve settled in, the temperature had dipped to below freezing.

Some folks likely stayed home with family and had dinner and cheer at home. Others, perhaps, were getting ready for midnight mass. Many took advantage of the fact that the big New York City radio stations like WOR and WQXR turned their signals out to the Atlantic at night, which meant that even Haligonians could celebrate this evening as if they were part of the Big Apple itself.

A Joyful Noise

None of that was known to my sister or mother. As the sun set, they were still out in the Atlantic, in a ship full of DPs heading for Pier 21, the great Canadian terminal for immigrants at the time. They hardly spoke English but they knew that “DP” stood for Displaced Person, a fancy term that meant they did not have a home. My mother and sister had been forced to flee their native Latvia to escape the Soviet occupation after the Second World War. They had languished in a refugee camp in Germany for over four years and were now heading for the only light on the horizon—the lighthouse that guarded the entrance to Halifax harbour.

They were grateful and resentful, excited and frightened, happy and sad. Soon they sailed past the lighthouse into the harbour. There they were, in an unknown city, in a strange land. What’s more, it was Christmas Eve and, as the ship came alongside Pier 21, they were told that no further processing of refugees would happen that night. They would have to spend another night on the ship. If only there were a sign, perhaps a small glimpse of what was to come.

Out of the darkness from the pier there suddenly came the sound of a brass band playing Christmas carols: Joy to the World, Come All Ye Faithful, Silent Night. It was a Salvation Army band. I can just imagine the joy and serenity that wafted over the decks of that rusty old ship.

Illustration of same Salvation Army members.

No doubt every musician on the dock was away from family and friends that night to play music in the frigid air. No doubt that once they got home, it would take a long time to thaw their lips and warm their fingers. But the hearts of my mother and my sister were filled with something that had not been there for many years: hope.

Illustrations: Dennis Currie

Original Article: Andy Kalnins