The day after my wedding, in Halifax, my wife and I, dreary-eyed as we might have been, with my parents, took my grandmother, Madge Hall, to Pier 21, where she first stepped into Canada with her husband and infant daughter, Molly, my mother, after World War II. Not only did we experience that museum but we looked up the manifest of the Lusitania, which they boarded to come to Canada and a tremendous new life.
Le lendemain de mon mariage, sans doute avec des cernes sous les yeux, ma femme et moi, accompagnés de mes parents, avons emmené ma grand-mère, Madge Hall, au Quai 21, là où elle avait mis pied au Canada avec son mari et son bébé, Molly, ma mère, après la Seconde Guerre mondiale.
