|A CPR passenger train from about 1953; likely taken in Toronto|
We finally got to Medicine Hat, where the kids and I got off, and stayed with a friend of mine for a week. Ron went on to Calgary to look for a job and a house, and he stayed with my brother Ed and his wife Margret and son Charles. Charles is five weeks younger than Bob. It took Ron a week to find a job and a house.
|Downtown Medicine Hat in the 1950s|
As it was 10:30 at night when we reached Calgary, both children were asleep. Mr. Scarlet, a trainman and old family friend, was on the train and said he would help me off with the little ones. We visited all the way up and it was so nice to talk to him. Ed and Ron and Della Miller were at the station to meet us, and it was such a relief to get off the train. Linda woke but not Bob, and I held him while Ron and Ed put our luggage in Ed's car. Then after goodbyes to Della and Mr. Scarlet, we drove to Ed's house, where we lived for two weeks.
I remember little of our time in Medicine Hat, other than the smell of an old wooden house, so different from the old stone houses in England. The arrival in Calgary, though, I remember my uncle's Pontiac, to me a huge car with an exterior visor (later I learned it was quite a new car, a '52) and wide seats. It is the first car ride I remembered. Level crossings, common in Canada, are unheard of in England, so seeing a car cross the railroad tracks was a novelty too. No doubt my mother was exhausted from the grueling trip with one or two sick children.