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I was 24 years old when I came through Pier 21 in May, 1946. There is a picture of this sailing in the book "Pier 21: The Gateway That Changed Canada" by Trudy Duivenvoorden Mitic and J.P. Le Blanc. My husband, Stephen Astephen, was waiting for our four year old son, Francis, and me at the dock. We …
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Mary Margaret Gregg was a War Bride born and living in South Wales. She was one of four siblings (Edward, Wil, Meghan, and Mary) born to Sarah and Gwilym Price. Mary worked in a munitions factory in London before and during World War II. Her future husband, James Gregg , was a soldier in the …
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Memory of Pier 21, a story of friendship by Mary Cathcart My friend, Grace Cadieux, also a London War Bride, and I were lucky enough to be able to change our cabins on the Queen Mary so that we could make the voyage together (the crew and stewards were kind and accommodating to us all). When we …
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… Mary Molly Sanford …
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Mary in the past Mary now … Mary Sayers Bowser …
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… Matteo, Carmela, …
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During the war Mr. Burton worked out of Pier 21, Halifax. His company loaded the convey ships for their missions, unloaded servicemen, war brides and hospital ships. He traveled as far as New York once to unload the Queen Mary because she couldn't dock in Halifax. He processed the War Brides …
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EMIGRATION: 1951 My parents, both born in 1907, had experienced two world wars and the turmoil, destruction, and hunger that followed. But my father had an excellent job and a promising career, and by 1951 things were really improving in Germany. Reconstruction of the bombed-out buildings was …
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Born Melchior Franciscus van der Laan, the youngest of five children. The oldest being my brother Han, 17 years my senior, three sisters, Adre, Mien and Gre, then yours truly, fondly known as Mels. Although very young at the time, I still can see the invading troops marching down the Dijk where I …
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"There are things of which I may not speak, There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye." These words from Longfellow's poem "My Lost Youth" have perhaps more meaning for me than for most people, …