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The Immigration Story of David Fraser (Scottish Immigrant)

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I am writing my father's story, he died in 1996, a proud Canadian.

His first visit to Canada -
My father and his brother Tom joined the Lovat Scouts, a Scottish regiment,of the British Army. In December 1943, the Lovat Scouts came to Canada to train in high mountain warfare, before going to Italy. Based at Jasper Park Lodge, they were sent out to train in mountaineering and skiing at the Columbia Icefield, Mount Edith Cavell, the Tonquin Valley and Maligne Lake. Towards the end of April 1944 the Lovat Scouts left Jasper to fight in the war.
Upon arriving in Halifax their ship was not ready to depart, as as there was no room for them to camp in the busy port city, they were sent to Windsor, Nova Scotia, to wait.

How he met his wife to be -
Doris Brown, of Back River, NS, was working as a waitress in Windsor. The two met, and before the regiment left Windsor the they were married. On May 31 1944, they went to a nearby church and without telling his brother, who may have stopped him, Tom being the older of the two and, as may father shared, Tom "looked after" his younger brother, who tended not to follow the rules and regulations.

Saying goodbye to his bride -
The ship was ready and the Lovat Scouts returned to Halifax and sailed Italy.
The war ended and Dad and Uncle Tom returned to Britain. David stayed long enough to attend Tom's wedding, say farewell to friends and family and boarded the Aquitania, Oct 8, 1946, for Halifax, NS.
As the passenger list indicates, David Fraser, 27 years old, occupation was "timber".

Reunion at Peir 21 and settling in Nova Scoita - Doris met David at Pier 21 and they settled in the tiny community of Black River, where Doris' father owed a lumber mill and David began his life in Canada working there next to his father in law.
I think it is interesting to know that they lived their entire lives in Kings County, NS. They continued to live in Black River, until their son Jack
(John) David, was nearly ready to start school. They then moved to Gaspereau, where David built and operated a gas station that remains there to this day.
Their daughter, me, Anna Rae was born in Gaspereau. In the mid 50's they bought a home in New Minas, and lived there for most of their remaining years.
At this time Camp Aldershot, Kentville, was very busy and houses were at a premium, so my father turned their car garage, into a small two bedroom house, which was rented (for extra income).

Working and living in Kings County NS -
Dad had many jobs during his life time, working for Nova Scotia Power, Dominion Atlantic Railway, British Motors, and several jobs in sales. He owned and operated, a taxi company, Dial Taxi, for approximately 10 years.
Doris worked for at the post office in Gaspereau. My parents, for several years were foster parents, I remember our small house in New Minas being filled with children of all ages, beds and cribs everywhere and 3 clotheslines filled with diapers and bed sheets. Approximately 1965 they adopted a daughter, Marlene Faye. When I was a teenager my mother began working outside the home and joined the Canadian Women's Army Corps.

At last David J. Fraser becomes a Canadian!- He was a always proud to call Nova Scotia and Canada his home. He traveled to Scotland and England several times during the 60's and 70's on his British passport. It wasn't until I traveled with him in the late 80's that, upon returning NS, he was questioned, at the Halifax airport, about his lack of a Canadian passport. It was then that everyone realized that although or approximately 45 years he had been living as a Canadian, working, voting etc, he had never become a Canadian citizen. The kind immigration officer, with confirmation from my mother and myself, allowed him to enter Canada again, with the promised of becoming, officially, a Canadian. He fulfilled this promise in April 1989, 43 years after landing at Pier 21.