Getting there with a difference
My journey from Scotland to Canada was told in the previous post and now here is a brief review of my emigration from Canada to the States five years later.
When I went to Canada originally it was hoped that my health would improve and although it did to some degree, my doctor strongly suggested that I head further south; beyong the border. As mentioned previously, I was fortunate to complete the requirements to emigrate to the States.
Toward the end of January 1955, I headed out from Dawson Creek with a stop-over in Prince George, BC to visit with Scottish friends who had settled there. The weather, fortunately, was relatively reasonable; with snow on the ground but no storms. Continuing from there, I made a last stop in Vancouver, BC to visit with other Scottish friends.
Setting out on the day after Rabbie Burns‘ day I crossed the border from Canada to the States. It looked like the Beverly Hillbillies or a modern version of the Joads in The Grapes of Wrath. All my wordly possessions were stuffed - yes, stuffed - into a little - yep, very little - British station wagon and I had about $2,000.00 with me and had left some, not very much, in a savings account in Canada.
Blaine, WA was the border crossing town and compared to the present multi-lane crossing, my recollection was of a one lane road with a small building with perhaps about 3 US Customs and/or Immigration officers.
And thus was my arrival to the States where I have lived all these many years
