Getting to and from work was an adventure as it dictated me using the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) which, during October, necessitated standing outside and waiting for the appropriate bus in clothes that were suitable for the climate! Continue reading
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Dear Diary – Page 102 (1975)
Working for the North York Board of Education as my first job (albeit short term) in Canada, was quite the experience. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 101 (1975)
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At breakfast the following day, I was told to pack sufficient clothes for a few days as the family were all going to a cottage on a lake in the country, and I was expected to go with them. My initial reaction was to politely decline because my main priority had to be getting some work however, I had apparently landed at Thanksgiving so I couldn’t do any job hunting for a day or two anyway, and they were insistent on my joining them at their cottage. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 100 (1975)
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I showed them my documents which confirmed that I had been approved as a landed immigrant but, for some reason, they felt it necessary to question it. “Where have you come from? Where are you going? Where’s your family? Where did you live in England? Is anybody meeting you here?” Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 99 (1975)
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This being my first time to use Heathrow Airport as a traveler, it was a pretty daunting experience made more so by the knowledge that this was going to be a one-way trip! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 65b (1960’s)
While visiting my parents (on my Norton motorcycle) over a weekend, I decided to go to Colchester, which was a relatively short drive away. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 60d (1960’s)
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I took all the necessary documents to our local police station and ran into a couple of problems. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 60c (1960’s)
Incident with Dad’s scooter! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 65a (1960’s)
Living in Peterborough, and with my parents living near the coast in Essex, going to visit them involved a 100 mile ride. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 60b
The incident with Mum’s scooter! Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 