In my last post, I closed saying that I intended to talk about my early Googling efforts to find my ancestry this week, but I’ve decided to save that until next time so that I can take a more chronological approach to my blog series.
In 2007, my dad and I went to Halifax. Our goal was to find me a place to live while I was in school, but of course, we couldn’t resist playing tourist a little too. One of the places we visited was Pier 21. If you are ever in Halifax and even have the smallest interest in searching for your immigrant ancestors, go there. I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Pier 21 tells the story about immigration in Canada. In addition to it’s museum, it also offers research services both online and in person. Since we were there, we decided to take advantage of their in person resources and I am so grateful that we did.
Last time, I mentioned that one of my grandmothers was a Dutch Mennonite from what is now the Ukraine, or as we knew her, Oma. Oma was my dad’s mother and she passed away a little over a year ago at the age of 100. She came to Canada with her mother and two brothers to escape the communists in the USSR.
Dad and I had a rough idea of when Oma arrived and before we knew it, we were looking at the microfiche record of her immigration to Canada. I was struck by all the detail collected- right down to the amount of money they had on hand when they arrived.
Then, the researches used the information to pull up a picture of the ship she arrived on. I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was looking at the very ship that brought Oma to Canada. It seemed so small for such a monumental part of my heritage. Dad and I were happy to pay for a custom print out to share with the rest of the Wiseman clan when we got home.
Needless to say, finding Oma’s beginnings in Canada was very exciting. We couldn’t thank the researchers enough. It was an amazing feeling to have a tangible piece of my family’s history in this country.
But we weren’t going to stop there.
The only other ancestor we knew of that came to Canada relatively recently was my mother’s maternal grandfather. Neither my dad or I could remember his first name, but fortunately, his last name, Woolger, stood out. He came to Canada from England close to the same time as Oma and paid his way by selling his sketch of South America.
The wonderful Pier 21 researchers found him in no time. The juxtaposition to Oma’s records was shocking. Coming from England, all immigration officials recorded from great grandfather Woolger was his name, sex, age and occupation. That’s it. He was English, so welcome to Canada! Seemingly no questions asked.
Since that day, I’ve pondered the meaning of my relatives’ respective immigration experiences. I wonder if Canada felt welcoming or did the interrogation (or lack there of) even matter to either of my relatives? Maybe Canada meant opportunity and that was enough for both of them.
Working with a professional genealogist was a pleasure. I’m sure they’re not cheap outside of the Pier 21 museum, but I would heartily endorse using one if you ever get the chance.
The excitement of that day with my dad lit a fire under me to keep searching and to learn more about my ancestry. In my next post, I’ll describe how I got started on my own.