I was marginally older than my brotherwhen we moved to Canada — I had just turned four — so I remember it quite well.
My father had just graduated from grad school in Georgia, and we moved from there to Toronto in August 1967. We had enough stuff that it went by moving van, and we drove.
One interesting thing is that when you move to Canada, you are allowed to bring “settlers effects” (a quaint name I still love, seefor long drawn-out details). This basically means that you can bring everything you own (more or less) free of duties and tarriffs (more or less) when you immigrate (more or less).
In our particular case, the two things I particularly remember were the car and our guns.
The guns were no hassle, but each one (we probably had 6 or 8) had to be described and noted. On one, my father had a devil of a time finding the serial number. As a 4 year old, I could not fathom why there would be any cereal on a gun, especially since the cereal I liked had a name, like Cheerios, and not a number!
The car was much more hassle. We had a brand-new 1967 Ford Falcon Futura station wagon with a 289 “heavy duty” (AKA high-performance) V8, and the car needed several changes to be legal in Canada. I remember my mom spending quite a bit of time on the phone.
Not very much. Mostly because we didn’t have very much: the main reason why we were moving was that we were suffering the hard times that the UK was going through after people rejected the policies of the Left, culminating in the election of Margaret Thatcher. We left before the actual disaster, but we could see it coming. Canada promised a brighter future (which promise was and is kept), so we packed up what little we had left and came here. We were lucky that we were accepted, given that we had so little; I guess they saw potential in us, and hopefully they haven’t been disappointed.
When we arrived, we had two medium suitcases containing all our clothes, legal documents and personal effects, but mostly taken up by our twenty-month-old son’s toys: we brought them all. We also had £18 and a fold-up stroller. That’s it. I was pregnant, so it was probably just as well that we didn’t have more, since my husband had to carry it all while I carried our son, who was Not Happy.
Once we had somewhere to live and a little money, my in-laws sent on our other possessions that they had been keeping for us: One medium-sized crate containing mostly books and a few household goods, plus a few new toys from my in-laws for our son, now three, and his new brother. We brought one item of furniture: a small Early-Victorian sewing table that I’m particularly fond of. I don’t know how valuable it is, but that doesn’t matter since we’re not going to sell it. Not very, probably, since it had been damaged and restored.
Apart from that, everything we now own, which still doesn’t amount to too much, we have bought in Canada or the US.
In case the question changes, the one I answered was: “What did you take with you to Canada when you immigrated?”
I’m not sure what the question means — whether it’s a reference to documentation or whether it’s a reference to worldly goods and chattels.
In terms of documentation, I took everything required to grant me entry under what was then, IIRC, Section 7 (1)(E) of the Immigration Act in force at that time.
In terms of baggage — just one suitcase. And for that matter, when I returned to Scotland several years later, it was with just one trunk.