The Frontier in Saskatchewan

I read a bit yesterday about the battle for the plains to the north. DIDJUKNOW that Saskatchewan didn’t officially become a Canadian province until 1905? And DIDJUKNOW that the U.S. Army was convinced after WWI that Canada was going to attack the northern states? Sure, we laugh now because we know better, but at that time in history, the enthusiasm for helping the Allies went from hundreds of thousands of volunteers to a few thousand, and their willingness to provide arms had waned dramatically.

What does this have to do with my biological grandparents? Consider this. My biological grandmother was Belgian. She was in her late teens/early twenties at the outset of the Great War, becoming an ambulance driver and working with the British at the time. Think of it. She was French Wallonian, learned both English and German, and ended up marrying a Scot from Glasgow who was on the front line with the Seventeenth Highland Light Infantry.

They moved to Glasgow and then on to Canada via the Metagama. It is a quirk of desertion that either of them made it that far. They could have easily done so, but they didn’t.

They were very poor at the outset of the crash of 1929. Mom was born in Saskatchewan just before in 1927, but shortly after she was born, they could have moved to the states. By 1933, they were in Colorado. Details past that time are much clearer.

I’ll stop here for now.