Post WW2 Britain was a tough time. I was born in the UK in 1956. The stories my dad told me (British Navy WW2) were interesting and his experiences shaped his tough mindset. Going through war can do that to people. I hate war but like the COVID experience it can bring out the best and worst in people.
Post WW2 Britain was a tough time. I was born in the UK in 1956. The stories my dad told me (British Navy WW2) were interesting and his experiences shaped his tough mindset. Going through war can do that to people. I hate war but like the COVID experience it can bring out the best and worst in people.
My dad decided that as a working class dude in England, he'd be better off in the "colonies". It was Canada instead of New Zealand because flying back to see family was easier. It wasn't because Canada was so great. But at least here it was more about what you did than who your parents were.
My Dad Royal Navy Submarine Division WW2. Yes, England a 2 class system people were expected to stay in the low class if born there. We immigrated to USA because my Mom loved American films. It was a mistake because we left behind a very large and loving family. Plus i was almost 13. Lost my very close friend's.
We started off a lot poorer in Canada than if we'd stayed in England. I liked my country but it's become a woke hell with a trust fund Prime Minister who has no connection with the real people of Canada. This is what happens when you elect elitists who have less than average intelligence and no knowledge of the real world and what it takes to survive when you don't have a rich family to bail you out.
Very beautiful area. I would have missed it. My cousin immigrated to Canada then applied to come into the USA. Was given legal immigrant status. Late 1960s. 2 weeks after he arrived he was drafted and sent to Vietnam.
My dad was offered a good job in the US. He didn't take it. It was during the Viet Nam war. He told them, "I have a son". We stayed in Canada.
Two rules with the old man. Don't go into the military and you're not to own a motorcycle. He knew what I was like and he wanted to keep me alive. God bless you dad. You're in heaven now. I say that about everybody I loved. Who knows if it's true? Who cares? That's what you say.....it's sappy but it's all you can say when you love somebody and they pass.
Post WW2 Britain was a tough time. I was born in the UK in 1956. The stories my dad told me (British Navy WW2) were interesting and his experiences shaped his tough mindset. Going through war can do that to people. I hate war but like the COVID experience it can bring out the best and worst in people.
My dad decided that as a working class dude in England, he'd be better off in the "colonies". It was Canada instead of New Zealand because flying back to see family was easier. It wasn't because Canada was so great. But at least here it was more about what you did than who your parents were.
Thank your Dad for me. He saved my family. Always grateful to the USA.
My Dad Royal Navy Submarine Division WW2. Yes, England a 2 class system people were expected to stay in the low class if born there. We immigrated to USA because my Mom loved American films. It was a mistake because we left behind a very large and loving family. Plus i was almost 13. Lost my very close friend's.
We started off a lot poorer in Canada than if we'd stayed in England. I liked my country but it's become a woke hell with a trust fund Prime Minister who has no connection with the real people of Canada. This is what happens when you elect elitists who have less than average intelligence and no knowledge of the real world and what it takes to survive when you don't have a rich family to bail you out.
Intelligence doesn't equal common sense.
Where did you come from in England. I was born at home. Dean Bank. FERRYHILL, County Durham. Industrial North.
Ipswich,Suffolk.
Very beautiful area. I would have missed it. My cousin immigrated to Canada then applied to come into the USA. Was given legal immigrant status. Late 1960s. 2 weeks after he arrived he was drafted and sent to Vietnam.
My dad was offered a good job in the US. He didn't take it. It was during the Viet Nam war. He told them, "I have a son". We stayed in Canada.
Two rules with the old man. Don't go into the military and you're not to own a motorcycle. He knew what I was like and he wanted to keep me alive. God bless you dad. You're in heaven now. I say that about everybody I loved. Who knows if it's true? Who cares? That's what you say.....it's sappy but it's all you can say when you love somebody and they pass.