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The Immigration Story of Jessie M. Warren (Scottish immigrant)

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English
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CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
Accession Number: 
S2012.2205.1

Story Text: 

When I came to Canada (369 Grey St. London 1946) it was to live in my Mother-Father in-laws home, I felt like an intruder and not too bright. Goodness, I even used the wrong size of spoon to eat cereal. The way I raised my son was so inferior to the way my nephew was being raised so following all instructions given was much easier than voicing my own opinion and causing a problem.

During the first winter there was lots of talk between Dad and his parents and sister about this house in Port Stanley. Because I didn’t know where or what they were talking about, Dad drew me a picture of this very nice house and I was elated. Imagine my surprise when I saw the mansion with rags stuck in the broken windows and the delapitated front porch, no hydro or water, but visions of things that could and would be done tomake a comfortable home for the family we would raise.

My brother-in-law (Verne) had tried to prepare me for my life in Canada starting while I was still in Scotland. He never let us down, he spent many hours working with Dad until we were settled here with hydro and water and being the best uncle and friend to all of our family not forgetting his wife Louise who showed love and friendship to all five of my children. And being a close friend and relation that I could talk with, ask advice and at times drown my sorrows or should I say feeling sorry for myself.

I have reason to believe that I did or we did a good job raising a family that makes me proud and happy and they are all raising their own families that make them proud and happy, keeping in mind that life is not all sugar and spice with laughter but also problems and tears that are worked out with love, tears and understanding.