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November 1989
my parents after the war uprooted themselves from their homes to plant anew their lives in fertile, foreign soil strangers in a strange land now their home having grown up much in “the old country” it came with them to the new an island of familiarness in a strange, foreboding sea finding a place for themselves among others of their “home” “the old country” lived on
and I was born that entity proclaimed “first generation Canadians” still tied to the last generation’s home (I still recall church services spoken in Dutch to a congregation after lunch or of Sinter Klaus celebrated on the fifth so that Christmas all could worship our God undistracted) I, of two worlds, must live in one I too an immigrant like my parents they from Dutch to Canadian I from Dutch-Canadian must drop the Dutch
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