We were dreading the border crossing into Canada, since we didn’t really know what expect, crossing with all of our possessions, but I handed my official immigrant forms to the Canada Custom Officer, and a list of all of the possessions we were bringing into Canada, and waited. He gave a cursory look to the list, then peaked under the tarp on the trailer to see what was there. He nodded his head and seemed okay with everything.
I was secretly giving myself a sigh of relief, when the Canadian Custom Agent asked, “What about the trailer?”
My heart sank, “The trailer, I forgot all about putting the trailer on the list.” I explained about how my father gave it to me and answered all of the questions he had, and he said, “Okay” and then waved us on, across the border.
We then gave a genuine sigh of relief as headed toward Fort St. James, BC, but we still had a few things to worry about. Since we didn’t really have a home in Canada and had been living in a small camping trailer in the lumber mill camp where I was teaching, we had been depending upon the school district’s promised that a new full-sized mobile home would be there as a teacherage for the upcoming school year, but we hadn’t received any conformation that that had actually happened, and that there was a mobile home in camp waiting for us. If it wasn’t, what were we going to do with all of the possessions we had just brought into Canada. It included a lot of big items, like furniture. We would have no place to put it.
I was relieved when I called the school district office and it was confirmed that the mobile home had been moved into camp, so all we had to do was to get all our possessions up to the camp, which had no road access into the place.
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