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Growing up in a small town, with his house only a few blocks away I was lucky enough to spend a lot of time with my Opa growing up. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that he started to share his stories of his immigration to Canada.

Like many, my Opa came to Canada after WWII after a very rocky road. He was a POW for two years after the war and was only 18 when he was released. After being released he discovered that much of his family had moved to Canada.

After years of hardship, he was able to join his family on a small farm outside on Luseland, Saskatchewan.

In 2012 I visited the house that my Opa lived when he first came to Canada. It was nothing more than a single story house in the prairies that by today’s standard would be tiny. He lived in that house with 8 family members and at the time felt like the luckiest man alive.

It was an impactful to not only hear the story of how he came to Canada but also see the starting place for which he built a great life.
At 90 years old you can still find Opa front row at the Canada parade and I have never known him to miss a year.

Cary B – INLIV

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