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L'histoire d'immigration de Maria Elizabeth Dufresne (épouse de guerre néerlandaise)

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Today at the age of 81 years, I well remember the ending of the Second World War which were dramatic years. The days after were a daily feast, tea, coffee, bread and slowly food came into the shops. We in the worst years had a hunger where many people died. I saw some sitting against the wall but you passed on your way.
One afternoon on the 27th of May I sat on a terrace - a real European event, when a young military person asked permission to sit at the table. Shortly after a conversation began. The Saturday before on the 27th of May had been his 24th birthday. I was 20 in April. We married the first of August 1946.
Soon after - early October - I left for Canada, arranged by the Canadian Government. Just like the army was brought back home we went from Rotterdam to England.
In Southampton, we took another ship. I had the same ship as my husband, a French Canadian. I remember well how 2 friends came in company of the Ambassador had come aboard. My name was called to come to the reception. To my surprise and pleasure was welcomed to Canada by them and 'A Good Voyage!'
Six days later I arrived in Halifax. When I looked down over the railing, I saw Pier 21, a small quay. Leaving the ship, we received from the Women’s Club a cup of tea and a donut. Later on we had the train. Now and then someone got off in the middle of no where. No wonder some war brides went back to Europe when you were from a big town it must not have been easy.
I was lucky to go to Quebec City to be heartily received by a wonderful family – as it is still today. There is a very good contact and we see one another regularly - only we go by plane.
Maria Elizabeth Fravenfelder
The Hague, 2006