Day 14, The Journey with the World

Being Canadian, makes you look at immigrants differently.  We are all sons and daughters of immigrants here, who crossed seas and land to make a new home. Yes, this is also true for other countries, but first immigrants who landed on Canadian shores, sought out this country and either bought passage or entered overland.  Even the  Inuit were immigrants at one point, arriving and  settling in what is known now as the North of Canada, thousands of years ago.

During the years 1815 to 1850 Canada saw the largest number of immigrants arrive, over 800,00+ , which became known as ‘The Great Migration of Canada’.

I am 2nd generation Canadian on my maternal side and 3rd generation on my paternal side. My father’s grandfather, immigrated to Canada because of the suffering they incurred from the potato famine in southern France, Toulon.  The ‘Joudrey’s’ among other surnames, are listed on a monument in Lunenburg, NS.  They are named according to the ship they entered Canada from France.   The Joudreys were escaping the famine and hardship that occurred after the potato famine, of Toulon France, Toulon.  The Joudreys are still one of the local names found here in NS.

IMG_9190My mother’s father was a pioneer. In 1912, when only 17yrs old, he purchased a quartersection of land ( 160 acres) in northern Saskatchewan for a mere $10.00 ( cdn). If anyone knows Canada well, you know that even today northern Saskatchewan is quite remote and winters are brutal….freezing cold.. windy.. and too much snow. Alone, young but full of the pioneering spirit, he built a log cabin and made it ‘home’. Note the picture of my grandfather with the bear skin coat and a frozen sack of potatoes by his feet. He went on to build a large successful experimental farm, developing new wheat varieties for the market. IMG_9187

Me…well…i am kind of a ‘nomad’. I was born in a small northern town of Dauphin, Manitoba. Spent most on my schooling years in Ottawa, then to  Dartmouth NS, then Halifax, to Zurich, to Lunenburg, to China, to India and now Halifax. I wonder where my next stop is?

Immigration has always taken place all over the world, either forced or voluntary, and will continue to do so after we are gone. We can fight it, close borders, build walls, or jail unwanted peoples. It won’t stop it. People are the fruit of our world, their world. We can  never really own the ‘land’ we live on and it is not ours to say who lives on it or not. July 1st is traditionally the day in Canada where the citizenship ceremony takes place to  welcome the new immigrants. Why is it so difficult to become citizens of  countries, Canada included? The rules and regulations are made to exclude rather than embrace others, and as we know, becoming more and more difficult. As an immigrant’s (great) grand daughter, I am always thankful that my families were ‘luckily’ accepted here long ago.

The journey on the Camino, was walked alongside many different peoples, young and old, and from variousIMG_7611 parts of the world. It was truly an eclectic cultural walk.  I shared meals and conversations with Korean, Japanese, Brits, Aussies, NZ, Americans, Dutch, French, German, Norwegian, Swedish, Greek, Slovakians, Spanish, Portugese, Italians, Russian, etc. We all shared the same issues, feelings and thoughts. We helped each other get through the tough times, and laughed with the good times. It was refreshing to be among so many different cultures, yet we joined together in support. It seemed like a little Utopia of sorts, a secret life away from the realities of real world. We all joined in and sorted out world problems…but unfortunately…we must have left them there.

IMG_7590We can only do what each of us can do at the end of the day for others. We each have to search our souls and put ourselves in other’s shoes and think what we would like to see happen if we were there…

Send me your thoughts, I’d like to hear from you….I don’t have any answers… I just hope and wish everyone a good and safe journey….to wherever they are headed.

Buen Camino!

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Day 14, The Journey with the World

  1. Dear Trish, here’s an answer:
    – everything it’s easier in the Camino. No doubt.
    But at least when you are there you experience that feeling that you can be more. Or better, or nicer.
    And then…there’s no return.
    Unless a person has a stoned heart or a hallow mind.
    So…we know that we can do, we can experience, we can live…differently.
    And then, not only in the Camino!
    For sure it’s easier there, but at the end it’s just an excuse to grab to it 🙂

    Land, where you live, where you were born…all that or it’s random or a God’s plan…

    For sure if we both would had born in Somalia (as an exemple), we would never had the chance to meet each other in the Camino.
    So we’re the previleged ones.
    I say thanks for that, and to met you also 😉

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks Carlos. Yes, it’s true that it is easier on the Camino to be more, better etc. But then again, it is with an open heart that one accepts this and perhaps changes, and the Camino is the instrument and opportunity to open a heart. I am glad you are from Portugal and I am from Canada, and we had the gift of meeting.:)

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s