Childhood Travels: We're Moving Again

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Memories of the Past from A Child's Perspective

Once upon a time, a little girl was born on Fogo Island, in Newfoundland, Canada. However, she never lived in the town of her birth. She began her journey to northern Quebec at the tender age of three weeks ... and the bottom came off the helicopter upon landing!

In case you are wondering, the little girl I speak of is none other than myself. I've met lots of people during the course of my life and I've heard many stories, from one person or another. Of course, some stories were truly entertaining while others made me wonder because I just can't see myself eating the leaves of plants and getting bit by a lobster as a young baby ... but they say it's true so who am I to argue?

Thirty seven years after landing in Quebec, I still live in northern Canada, albeit, in Nunavut. However, I can still look out at the water of the Hudson Bay whenever it isn't a bed of ice, generally for three to four months of the year but, for 2009, I'm hoping to see it for up to five months, though longer would be wonderful.

If you would like to read about the re-location adventures I've experienced throughout my rather young life, please feel free to read below. You are sure to be amazed, especially if you've lived in only one or two areas for most of your life; you may even be entertained because it's boring relating incidents without using some form of humor.
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Places I've lived throughout my life...

In the earlier years, I may as well have been a nomad - but I'll let you decide that for yourself.

The Hudson's Bay Company

Dad's employer since a few years before I was born

I've lived in many places in my young life and the major reason for it was because of The Hudson's Bay Company, also known to many Canadians as The Bay.

This company was responsible for the beginnings of the fur trade in northern areas of Canada and, by the time he was old enough to leave home, my father became employed with the company. However, by that time, The Bay also sold groceries and was dabbling into the retail merchandise industry.

Living in Quebec

My origins

While Dad was initially employed with The Bay, I lived in Sugluk, Quebec (now known as Salluit) and St. Paul's River, Quebec (now known as Riviere St. Paul.)

I don't have a whole lot of memories from that time in my life; after all, I moved away by the time I was three. However, I do have vague memories of being spoiled by members of Dad's staff, who would tell me to get whatever treats I wanted and they would pay for them. All I had to do was show them what I selected and it was taken care of. Of course, when we later relocated, it came as a shock to me when I was told I had to pay for things before I took them; I didn't like that at all, but I wasn't going to take any chances on going to jail.

I remember mowing the grass with Dad, on occasion, and I have vague recollections of our neighbours and friends. They all loved me and I often wonder why, nowadays, especially since every story told about me (at the time) had me doing something unsavory. I marked walls, tore up plants, marked books and stuffed things into the toilet; the toilet itself had to be removed so the contents could be removed...and this happened a few times a week. So, yes, an unsavory character I was but I guarantee that my parents were never bored. :)

Most of the memories I have from living in these two places take place in Riviere St. Paul because I was only 6 months of age when we moved from Salluit.

“A person meets many new people when moving; I'm living proof it's true.”

Transferring to Atlantic Canada

Living in Newfoundland for the first time

When I was about 3, Dad decided to relocate again, this time to another province: Newfoundland. Over the course of the following three years, I lived in Port Union and then Stephenville (at two different locations.)

Port Union was the town where I first began attending church with Mom; I don't remember much about the services but I do recall being awakened when it was time to leave church at the end of evening services. As I've been told - when I started going to church, I didn't want to stop. It didn't matter that I should have been in bed early; I wanted to hear the singing and didn't want to miss one song.

I remember some of our friends and I know some have passed on since then.

I recall my first dog, Blackie. I was terrified of him; he only wanted to play but I thought he wanted to bite me. so I stayed away. Mom didn't even let him in the house, that I recall, until Dad was home because I believe she was scared of Blackie, too.

I remember one man who used to get mad even if we were playing ball and it ended up in his yard; he lived behind us and, in my memory, he was a formidable person. I didn't like him at all. In fact, I think I may have been more scared of him than Blackie.

Life in Stephenville, Newfoundland

Both fond and scary memories

I had grown older by the time we moved to Stephenville. By that time, there were three children for Mom to care for while Dad went to work.

I remember Dad teaching me to ride my bike; I remember being excited to see him driving home from work one day and I pedaled my bike as fast as I could - downhill. The results were not good: I fell down on my hands and knees and Dad had to carry me into the house; I was in agony and never thought my wounds would heal.

I remember playing the role of a hairdresser with my brother; I cut his hair. It didn't look so great but the wonderful thing about hair - even if the style can't be fixed - is that it will always grow back. There's also the option of shaving your head and starting over if you don't want to wait forever for your hair to look sensible.

I remember walking down the street a dozen paces ahead of Mom when we'd go for walks. I'd say hi to everyone I met and they always greeted me with a smile. It didn't matter if I arrived at our destination before Mom because parents didn't have to guard their children so closely then.

I remember a man who used to watch us closely and we were scared of him; so was Mom unless Dad was around. Dad used to talk to him as though he was a really nice man; the man's name (as we knew it) was Mosy (Mosie) Burns. He usually walked with a wheelbarrow in front of him, collecting other people's trash that he thought were treasures. He had a long beard and mustache and, when he looked at a person, I'm sure he could see into their soul.

I remember a blind man working in the canteen at the hospital where my sister was born; I was amazed at how he was able to know where things were.

I remember figure skating and not liking it because I could never stop unless I crashed into the boards (intentionally, of course) and I remember some family outings to nearby beaches and waterfalls, or other scenic places.

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Guess what?

We're moving to Labrador.

Another Town

Another house

It was time to relocate again - further north to North West River, Labrador.

The town was small and there were a lot of native people there, though I did see some white people.

I remember wanting to own a polar bear; I was 6 years old.

There was a cable car which brought people from one side of the river to the other; people used to park their vehicles in their sheds and ride the cable car across. If they didn't have a pedal bike waiting for them, they walked to their house - but the town wasn't big. Even when freight was delivered to the town, it came across on the cable car. It was the only town I lived in that had no vehicles. (There's a road there now so people can drive to their houses and they don't need to wait to cross a cable car.)

I remember Dad taking my brother and I to meet a trapper in a cabin. It was winter and my brother and I were in the komatik. I don't know how far we had to travel but the cabin was warm (inviting) yet stank of animal furs (repulsive.) Overall, we had a pleasant enough trip but when we were on our way home, the rope attaching the komatik to the skidoo came off. My brother and I kept shouting our for Dad, hoping he would hear us, but he didn't. Just at the point when I thought he might never realize we weren't with him, he turned his head and immediately turned the skidoo around and came back to get us. Afterward, he kept looking back to make sure the rope hadn't come loose again.

I didn't like going to school. The teacher was wonderful but she taught four grades at the same time; it wasn't really a bad thing to do but it meant she had other students to focus on - which meant she didn't know that some of the students were waiting outside the school trying to frighten me before chasing me home. I lived across from the street to the school but, even in my memory, it remains the greatest distance I've ever walked. Oh, to eradicate those memories forever - but I guess I should look at the bright side: it's prevented me from becoming a bully.

We were only in North West River for about 12-18 months when we moved back to Stephenville to my third house in that Newfoundland town. I don't know if I was ever so glad to move from a place as I was North West River, though the place itself was nice.

Your Thoughts and Feelings

What do you imagine your worst fear would be if you had to relocate often?

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Losing friends

TravelingRae says:

Living in an RV now, I relocate all the time. Losing friends is a definite reality because their lives are so different from mine. The friendships that really last are those I've had the longest and those I've made with other full-timers.

adhd-bipolar-depression says:

Leaving the few friends I have behind.

prosperity66 says:

My main fear is the word "never", so I would never see my friends, family that wouldn't follow me, etc. I'm not a person who likes to move from one place to another but I know if I had to move, I'd move definitely and would never come back. In addition, yes, not having a sense of home is important to me but I vote for losing friends (and family, of course).

Not having a sense of "home"

 

Returning to Newfoundland

I won't go into any further detail about life in Stephenville; instead, I'll focus on Carbonear.

Life in Carbonear

Unfortunately, this move occurred in the middle of the school year and it wasn't as pleasant a transition as prior moves had been. I was only 8 at the time and, the first subject I was greeted with when I went into my new grade 3 class was French. Oh, oh! Didn't do this subject before. What now?...I had to grin and bear it, or should I say try to learn it?

Piano lessons - let me cry at the thought. I love music and enjoy playing several instruments but, at one point, I said no more. I'd had enough with the teacher and with playing the same tunes over and over.

It was while living in Carbonear that I discovered my love for reading and doing jigsaw puzzles; I believe both activities have enhanced my life, in one way or another.

I remember making good friends and having lots of fun. I believe I was introduced to Boston Cream Pie during this phase of my life, too ... and I love Boston Cream Pie. It's a shame that it takes so much effort to make it!

I remember meeting some great people in church; they were the type of people who never judged anyone for anything. When they had issues with people, they prayed for them. I can't think of any better way to be; it certainly doesn't make people feel alienated as they often do in the 21st century.

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A family vacation before moving again

Within 18 months, it was time to leave again and, though summer vacation would consist of a family trip to Prince Edward Island, it didn't relieve the hurt I felt, for the first time, at leaving friends behind. It's the first time I remember crying when moving to another place; I was almost 9 at the time.

From Carbonear to Goose Bay

Let the adventures begin!

We moved to Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Labrador, and I am pleased to say I lived there for five years before relocating. Isn't that amazing? I actually lived in a place long enough to think of it as home.

Those were good years, for the most part, and I learned about so many of my talents during those years. I learned how to play the organ and piano. In addition, I developed a love of reading which was borderline compulsive - reading late into the night after my parents thought I was sound asleep. I just couldn't put a book down! My interest in writing began to surface, as well, and I developed a compassion for the poor, unlike anything I could have imagined.

I became quite involved with church and church activities. I also started babysitting to make some money for myself. With the exception of special occasions, I'm proud to boast that I've bought every garment of clothes I've worn since I was 12!

Musgrave Harbour, Newfoundland

The North West Company bought over The Bay in 1987 and Dad thought it was a good time to make a change; we relocated to Musgrave Harbour.

Great Memories

Grave failures

There were many great memories and many sad ones during my time in Musgrave Harbour; one of the greatest memories was getting my driver's license.

I got to know some great people who impacted my life in one way or another, not always for good.

For the first time in my life, I decided my way was best; I learned otherwise. However, I learned some valuable life lessons which have helped steer me in the right direction.

Yes, I've certainly made my share of mistakes since then but, essentially, I like myself. I come down hard on myself when I feel I've done something wrong but, for the most part, I embrace myself: I like who I am, I admire the person I strive to be, and I love the person I will, ultimately, be.

Branching Out

A big step...a necessary step

Afterward, I moved out on my own to Lewisporte and then onto Mount Pearl and St. John's, Newfoundland. By that time, with the economy becoming worse, even I needed a change.

I applied to The North West Company and received a position working in the Northwest Territories in Cape Dorset. From there, I moved to Iqaluit (Frobisher Bay, to many people) and to Baker Lake.

Finally, the time came when I moved to Arviat where I was given the option to stay; I've been living here since 1994.

An interesting point to note is that without moving to another community, in 2000, I became a resident of Canada's newest territory, Nunavut. It consists of many towns including the communities stated above which were originally part of the Northwest Territories.

Living here is a different experience, indeed. There are different cultures and different dialects within the Inuktitut language which makes it difficult for outsiders to learn the language.

While residents do purchase groceries from the stores, they do hunt for fish, caribou, and other forms of wildlife. They pick berries, they still hunt and trap, and they enjoy spending time "out on the land" where they can see for miles because there are no trees nearby.

People do go to other towns by skidoo in winter or boat during warmer seasons. However, to get out of town, the most popular mode of transportation is by air.

When there is a medical emergency, such as a heart-attack, stroke, and broken bone - among other ailments - patients need to be flown to a hospital which is usually in Manitoba, whether in Churchill or Winnipeg, depending upon the nature of the emergency.

It's only recently that pregnant women have been permitted to give birth at the local health center - as opposed to going out of town anywhere from 2-4 weeks in advance, leaving their families behind - so advances are being made, for sure.

However, one of the great medical advantages of living in the north is that medical attention is granted sooner, rather than later, in many cases. There's usually no such thing as waiting for months to get an X-ray and simple infections, whether it be strep throat or urinary in nature, can be diagnosed and treatment can begin immediately - within the same visit to the health center.

Child care issues continue to grow: either child care is too expensive or isn't consistent, so people with young children continue to struggle. It makes it difficult to have two people working in a household but, at the same time, it's hard to survive with only one person working. This may or may not contribute to the increasing birth rate: the more children born to low income families, the more money is brought into the household on a monthly basis.

In general, people are isolated because of location; however, that same isolation helps protect our children. In fact, during all my years in Arviat, I've never heard of one child from the community being kidnapped. However, abuse of one nature or another runs rampant here, or so I hear.

For the person, like me, who enjoys nature but loves to spend time at home, especially in the cold winter months, this type of location is perfect; it grants time to write, keep in touch with friends, hang out with family, and appreciate that I have a warm house to come home to and a warm bed to sleep in.

Living anywhere has its advantages and disadvantages and living in the north is no exception. However, one of the greatest advantages in living in the north is that, when the opportunity is granted to travel to southern destinations, it's appreciated far more than most southern people realize. After all, northerners are not in a position to take for granted the advantages most people enjoy while living in the south.

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My Own Children

The advantages they have

My children have a life I never had; they don't have to leave their friends. They have roots within the community and can refer to one place as home, as opposed to wondering where home is.

While children being raised in southern provinces may have more advantages, in many areas, my children are able to:

1. breathe clean, fresh air

2. safely walk or ride their bikes wherever they desire

3. can stay home alone without fear of trouble lurking around every corner (my oldest was born in 1994)

4. can come home after school as opposed to having many duties and obligations in addition to school work, allowing children to spend more time with family and friends.

5. spend far less time commuting to and from school

6. spend lunch time at home

7. enjoy about 20 hours of daylight during summer months

8. enjoy wide-open spaces with no trees or mountain ranges in sight

9. enjoy going around on all terrain vehicles (ATVs). It's the major mode of transportation for most people.

Shall I go on?

Traveling Mac or Traveling Norma

Sometimes I have to wonder...

Fortunately, I'm able to take my children out of town for vacation every year. We travel to Winnipeg by air and drive the remainder of the time, usually for about 2 to 3 weeks.

We've made several sojourns across Canada over the past several years. We see and learn much more than we could ever grasp through text books.

We enjoy the luxury of staying in hotels such as Fantasyland - located inside the West Edmonton Mall - and the attractions the mall has to offer.

We enjoy ferry rides, amusement and water parks, the ocean/beaches, visiting parks, and taking photos of spectacular scenery. Waterfalls are some of our favorite tourist destinations.

On another note, we enjoy visiting forts and learning about the origins of the fur trade. We were captivated while learning about the deployment of the Acadians which occurred along what is now known as the Evangeline Trail in Nova Scotia.

There are so many activities and sights to see in this world that we can't possibly experience them all - but my aim is to try...so if you happen to be driving along a highway 40 years from now and see a wrinkly ancient-looking woman with a camera hanging around her neck, a smile on her face, and a vehicle with adults ranging from the ages of 40 to 53, it could be me. You smile now but, you never know.

An Important Decision

Life changes and it affects many aspects of our lives

My children (16, 11, and 3) enjoy exploring the town and surrounding areas; they enjoy having picnics and visiting their favorite places.

They've grown up with the same friends their whole lives and are doing quite well in all areas.

If you were in my position...

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  • TravelingRae Jul 31, 2011 @ 6:40 pm | delete
    Thank you for sharing this walk down memory lane.
  • Ruthi Apr 27, 2011 @ 2:12 pm | delete
    As a child I was moved from house to house, town to town, all too often. The first year I spent an entire school year in one school was 7th grade. It was difficult, to say the least. Unfortunately, I seem to have moved a lot as an adult, too. I'd like to stay put for the rest of my time on earth, but I doubt it will happen. I guess that's why I've grown so close to my cyber communities and friendships, as I don't have to leave them behind when I move.
  • Margo_Arrowsmith Apr 27, 2011 @ 1:52 am | delete
    We moved twice when I was a kid. Good and bad. It is what it is
  • vallain Apr 26, 2011 @ 11:05 pm | delete
    I'm fascinated with other people's stories of their childhood. I moved a lot too when I was a kid. You would think it would make me gain confidence from a variety of experiences, but instead, I was quite shy.
  • Upon-Request Apr 26, 2011 @ 11:03 pm | delete
    A great lens! I have mixed feelings about staying in one spot, but then again I've moved 30+ times since I was 16. The longest I ever stayed in any home (even as a child) was 6 years. Yet as I get older I can see more and more the benefits of staying put.
  • awelldressedbullet Feb 13, 2011 @ 11:27 am | delete
    I absolutely loved your lens, thank you. ~ Blessed by a Squidoo Angel of the Travel Canada neighbourhood ~
  • paperfacets Mar 24, 2010 @ 12:06 pm | delete
    I loved the look into living in the cold cold north. I am a home person. My family always says I do not get out enough. I have the luxury of having a whole tract home and front and back yard to enjoy All year.

    My kids have had the benefit of family vacations. They know so much more than others their age. We also have loads of books in our house.

    Vacations to other places are better than moving to other places, as you have found.

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