I want to share with you a enlarged image from the canvas on the previous post. Here you can see my father, on the left and my sister and I in the middle and my mother on the right. Primitive images of a family moving forward together going somewhere.
In this case, it is us entering Canada as new immigrants newly arrived from England. After six days and five nights on the ship that carried us and many other families across the Atlantic.
It was a modern cruise ship of its time.
A enormous dining room accommodated 1000 guests. The circular windows in our cozy room where we could pull the curtains shut on the bottom bunk bed and play privately we’re an anomaly to me, a secret hiding place for my sister and I.
The children’s room had a secret slide where parents left their children to play to go smoke cigarettes and enjoy a variety of adult beverages.
We came down the St Lawrence River and disembarked in Montreal, it was July 1966.