One day, a nun asked the boys if they would like a trip to Canada. They thought it was a day out. A week later, a shipload of them were sent to Canada. After disembarking, they were put on a train, and in ones and twos were put off at different stations.
My father was seven. There was no one to meet him. The snow was about 4ft deep. After about an hour, a farmer came to pick him up.
He slept in a barn, on straw and hay, and had to take his boots in bed to prevent them from freezing. The war came and he enlisted in the Canadian Army, where he was gassed. After being discharged in England, he traced his sisters.
He did not mention cruelty, but he lived in harsh and severe conditions. He had no love or family life, which affected him. He was not able to show any affection to my mother, my sister or I.
HELENA F. MORRIS
Pershore, WorcestershireReuse content