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… When I married my husband, Flt Sgt. William (Bill) Hawkins, a Canadian on June 24th 1944, little did I realize what vast changes would take place in my life. Gradually it dawned on me that I would actually be leaving the little town of Chingford Essex, …
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… never was a topic that I thought much about before beginning my placement at Immigrant Services Guelph-Wellington. After all, I was born … of the self-awareness exercises that our Social Work professors had us complete. I really didn’t see the point. It was not until my placement … that I began to appreciate all of the self-reflection essays I had completed during my courses. I thought about my parents and how they …
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… General My Hungarian father and German mother and I arrived on what we later referred to as … elegant white sandals. They were a couple of sizes too large for me, but I loved them! My first Canadian shoes. I recall much frenzied …
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… At the end of WWII, my father, Alberto, was released from a POW camp in North Africa and … Ontario in 1968 and graduated from Western's law school in 1974. In May, I started working as a student at the Hamilton law firm of Agro, …
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… I came to Canada in November 1961 with my son, Luigi Antonio Pagano and my daughter, Maria Grazia Pagano. My … was seven years old and my daughter was twelve years old. We came to join my husband, Antonio, who had immigrated to Canada in 1958. We came …
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… Leaving Home by Sheila Laird I was an English War Bride. My husband was wounded and sent back to Canada to be discharged. I was pregnant with our second child and could not join him until the baby was five months old. In May 1946 word came that he had found an apartment and I was to report …
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… Children September 30, 1952 – Groote Beer (The following are my recollections, whether that be original or from hearing stories from …
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… hair, the same marshmallow white or sun-burnt red skin, the same conservative family values, the same good grades and the same … in order to solidify my inclusion in at least one. Except this discomfort around belonging was also something deeper. It was part of the … farm. They immigrated, empty-handed, to the Canadian prairies. After planting roots in farmsteads, my grandparents branched out founding a …
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… the Canadian immigration. But I didn’t speak a word of English. I landed in Montreal they told me I was supposed to work in an airfield – … was no job for me there either. I tried to scramble with the Italian contractor, a week here, a week there. Immigration told me they had a … a friend, they were in the Soo, making $2.75 an hour. That got me to come to Sault Sainte Marie. I looked for this place on the west side. I …
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… my parents have been one- and my grandparents even worse because they converted from Islam to Baha’i faith. I left the court that afternoon and packed a small … those peels. First peel of my ego came off when at united nation high commission for refugees I was recognized as stateless. You see, I took …