This is the story of my life so far: 68 years and counting.
Prequel: A Brief History of my Family in France
Before moving with my four children to British Columbia, I had to organize the move of our furniture and stuff. It would go on a boat to Montreal, then on a train to Vancouver, before being delivered to the house I was renting in Richmond.
The moving company was supposed to come on a certain day and the packing was supposed to last for two days. But two days before the agreed upon date, they called me and explained that, because of a strike by the longshoremen in Le Havre, they needed to come early the next day, pack everything during the day and the moving truck with the container needed to leave before 4PM to go to Antwerp, otherwise it would miss the boat to Montreal.
And that is exactly what happened. While usually in a move, there are two or three packers, they were five or six and they worked from 7AM to 4PM without a lot of breaks. And the truck left exactly at 4PM, as scheduled. We would receive the furniture 3 to 4 weeks later in Richmond.
When they saw the house empty, my children knew finally that I was not joking when I said that we would move to Canada. And for young people 16 to 10 years old, they were very sad to be forced to leave all their friends for a long time. I had told them that we would not come back on vacation before 1996.
They asked me if they could invite their friends to visit them in British Columbia, and I had replied: "You may invite all your friends, but nobody will come". It was a little exaggerated, but the first of their friends who came to visit did it after at least 6 years, and I believe that there were less than five of them in total who came to visit.
We flew to Vancouver through London with British Airways on Tuesday July 5th 1994. We all had business class tickets, so on the transatlantic flight all the seats had a screen, which was not the case then in economy class. The four of them watched at least five movies during the ten hour flight from London to Vancouver.
At the Vancouver airport, we went through immigration and our papers were stamped appropriately. Hughes Aircraft had reserved rooms in the same hotel I had already spent 4 months from February to May. And they also gave me a rented car, so that I could come to work.
At the end of the day, we were finally in the hotel and we were happy to go to bead early, as it had been a long day.
(to be continued)
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