July 4th 1966, Liverpool. A young family, mom, dad, two young kids -3 and just about to turn 1 (me) – board an ocean liner “The Empress of Canada” and head off to a new world and a new life not really knowing what to expect other than some information given to them from what was basically state run travel agents telling them about all the possiblities in this new country, Canada, and more specifically this small town London Ontario. Leaving behind nearly everything, the journey begins to this new land of possibility as it was toted back in the 60’s. The economy in England being bad at the time, with not enough good jobs to go around, packing up and moving was the best solution for a young family. Emigrating from their birth country, leaving behind their extended family, brothers sisters and parents, and moving in the hopes of making better lives for themselves and their kids. Alone in a country nearly 40 times the size of the United Kingdom.
This was my life and the beginning of becoming Canadian. Traveling by boat, me too young to remember, on board a massive boat (for the time) and starting anew in a small town named after that oh so more famous town in England. Never forgetting our English roots, but proud to be citizens of this great country we’ve called home for nearly 50 years.
BTW, It’s great that all of the US celebrates this occasion with me, but the fireworks and hooplaw are a bit much and a bit embarrassing. Maybe just a nice card or something to mark the event from now on, thanks eh.