|Bob, Me and my Great-Auntie Blanche in Ilford, Essex.|
|The MV Georgic as it originally was before being bombed.|
|The Georgic after bombing. Later refurbished.|
When we got on her, she was turned into a passenger ship, for immigration purposes. We stood in line to get our papers checked, a nurse saw me holding Bob, came over and took Bob and Linda on board to the nursery. This was a relief to us all, and when we finally got to our cabin we went down to get the kids. What a sight met our eyes. There were about thirty babies and small children there, and a half dozen nurses. Cribs lined one wall and Bob was one of the kids sleeping there. All the cribs were full, and Linda was playing in the sandbox with others, having the time of her life. Every day she was down there for an hour or two.
|Nursery of the M.V. Georgic|
After eight days on board ship, we docked at Halifax, Nova Scotia, on April 18th at 8 pm. There was a special reception center there (and a "welcome home" cable from Ed and Margret,) run by the Red Cross. It was very cozy, so we left Linda in a big easy chair near our suitcases, and told her we had to see to our other luggage and we would be back very soon. There were nurses and other staff there, and lots of people. But Linda wouldn't move, or eat cookies, or drink juice. Poor little girl, she was so scared. We took Bob with us as he wasn't well. Oh, what a trip! Two hours later we got back, poor Linda thought we had left her for good. She was starting to cry when we came back, so I took her on my knee and loved her, and I cried too. For two things, her feelings, and because I was glad to be back in Canada. Bob was with Ron, so then we got on the train, put the children to bed and went there ourselves. We were all tired out, but I couldn't sleep for hours. I was in the top berth with Bob, and Ron below with Linda. Poor little lassie, she was worn out, and scared we would leave her again. At 11 pm the boat and train exchanged whistles, and we were headed west for Calgary. It was sort of a sad sound.
My four year old's memories of the trip include a visit to Regent Park Zoo in London, where the huge snakes terrified me, a visit to a playground with my father and Uncle Jack, during which Bob got filthy, to the disgust of the two women, standing in line to board the ship, and watching the flying fish during the voyage. It was near the time of Queen Elizabeth's coronation, so the ship's tuck shop sold all kinds of souvenirs. My mother had a toffee tin from that era until her house was sold. Pier 21, the immigration center in Halifax, is now a National Historical Site.