My own Dad's experience was different still in the fact that his mother died shortly after his birth and he was the youngest of ten children. His Uncle and Aunt asked to adopt him and bring him across to Canada. Again, I am amazed by God's hand. This morning I reread that part of his story and I was once again reminded why he had such a deep faith in his Saviour.
He was the only one from his family that came to Canada. One sibling immigrated to Brazil. The rest that survived stay in Russia. Eventually, and in the last decade two of his siblings, one brother and one sister moved to Germany with their families.
My Parents had the joy of travelling to Germany to meet his family in the early 90's.
The reunion in heaven that met my Dad upon his passing from this earth must have been fantastic. I just can't imagine.
My Mom remembered the time on the ship coming across the Atlantic Ocean. She wrote her account of it and again . . .I was just amazed.
The families were so poor when they arrived, and yet there was such joy in the freedom that they had longed for.
Sometimes it has been intriguing to me to listen to various groups discussing the policies on allowing immigrants into our country. Those of us who are one or two generations into this country seem to have acquired an opinion on this as though we own this land, it's been ours for a long time after all. How long? Not nearly as long as the Mennonites had been in Russia, and yet when push came to shove they found that the three hundred or so years that they lived in that vast land, really was nothing, and they were considered new comers. Yet here we are, many of us considering ourselves to be quite deeply planted in this wonderful land and my family only arrived in the 1920's.
This time that I have spent pondering my heritage has once again made me so thankful for the land that allowed my family entrance when their seemed no safe place to go.
In the last few days, I've perused the Internet for Canadian trivia quizzes and interesting facts and that sort of thing to post for Canada Day. In the end I decided against doing that since if I can find it . . .well then so can you.
On Sunday, I will post my tribute to Canada.
Have a wonderful day my friends, I'm off to seek out some red and white flowers at the garden store.
(the postcards posted today are more from my Grandmothers collection of vintage postcards)