The Immigration Story of Kirsten Hauge (Danish immigrant)

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I came at the age of one year (turned two one month later) with my parents.
My story really begins with my father, Robert Hauge, who had come to Canada in 1926 aboard the SS Montrose.  He also landed in Halifax I believe, and traveled from there to Alberta.  He worked in various situations while staying in Alberta, the longest of which was in High River where he worked for the Clark family on the High River Times.  He had completed training as a Linotype Operator, before hisfirst trip to Canada.  He later secured a position with Viking Press as a sort of a roving Immigrant Reporter, talking to other Scandinavian immigrants across Canada.  He travelled by rail from Vancouver BC and back to Ontario and wrote several articles for the periodical published by Viking Pressat that time.
When the crash came in 1929 he went back to Denmark, later married in 1935, to my Mother Karen Gudren Hansen and then adopted me in 1948.  He was one of the first individuals to contact Canadians by radio after the war, and through correspondence secured a position with the Regina Leaderpost newspaper.  Thus began a rather nomadic life as we moved from Regina to Kirkland Lake Ontario, then to Cochrane Ontario then Grimsby and Hamilton before settling in Toronto.  They spent their first few months learning to speak English and then went on to help teach other immigrants the nuances of the English language. We became citizens of Canada in 1954 and I recall that my mother was disappointed that the only thing the judge asked her, after all her studying of history and geography of Canada, was whether or not she had been here during the visit of the King and Queen!  It must have been a trick question because they had visited Canada in 1939 and of course my parents had not yet arrived.
I have always felt particularly proud to live in Canada.  I have traveled the country living in Quebec and BC as I got older and learned to speak not only Danish but as an adult learned to speak French and Spanish as well.  I have met people from all over the world here and all of them considered themselves lucky to be here.  Dad passed away in 1995 at the age of 92.  He was a wonderful example of a Danish Canadian.  Proud of his country of origin but also of his adopted country.