Their ship docked in Portland, Maine, on April 15, 1914. From there, they boarded a train on the Grand Trunk Railway, destined for Brock, Sask. Their grandfather and their uncle Tom met them at the station and drove them to their new home in Penkill, Sask., where their grandmother Kezia said, “You can take your hat off; you’re home now.”
Les was put right to work for the grandparents and their uncle Tom. Dad, who turned ten shortly after arriving, was able to go to school for a few years. As soon as Les was financially set, he ventured out on his own. He bought land and was a successful farmer. Dad stayed on the original homestead and eventually inherited the farm. It was amazing to be in the exact place my father had been 100 years earlier. Perhaps one day I will write a book about my family’s history.