Yes, I do.
Thanks to Melynda Jarratt, I was assigned to a staff person at Citizenship and Immigration and she helped me through this maze of documents and this and that, because it was getting so confusing. On Friday I was told that they're sorting out my problem and I'm going to be okay. I'm so grateful.
My grandson said to me, “Nanny, that means you don't need to go to Ottawa, right?” For one thing, I'd already paid for my ticket, and for another, I'm here for the other people who don't have help to get through all this stuff.
I'll start at the beginning. Dad was born in Quebec. His ancestors were in Quebec for generations. I have his baptism certificate, which is no good. They don't use those anymore. That's the old days in Quebec. When I tried to get a copy of the birth certificate they now give, I couldn't get it. The person in Quebec said you need a letter from CIC that says why you need this thing, because I was supposed to prove that my dad was a Canadian. Anyway, CIC worked that out and I don't need that anymore, I guess.
I have dad's war record. He signed up in 1939. He was sent to England. He left behind a wife in Quebec. He met my mom--and some of this story we're just piecing together--and my mother changed her name, legally, to Rouleau in November 1942. So she would have been pregnant with me at that time. She had her name changed legally, because they couldn't get married. This was probably so that her mom wouldn't freak out. So she must have lied and said they were married. I was born in April of 1943 in England, and dad was sent to the front after I was born.
I know he's my dad. His name is on my birth certificate. They were married in 1946, so I think his divorce must have come through and they were married in September and came to Canada in November 1946. I just assumed I was Canadian. I was only three when I arrived here. I never clued in to any of this stuff that was happening to other people until I retired from Nova Scotia and moved to Manitoba to be close to my daughter, who has four children and is in the military. They were going to send her to Afghanistan last year, but she was pregnant, so now she's back to work, and I don't know if they're going to send her. She had to go to the United States for a course. She has to go somewhere else for another course for a week or a few days, and I'm the only family they have. It's hard on military families; it's hard on the kids not having relatives.
When I went to get my Manitoba driver's licence, they looked at my English birth certificate and said no, you need a record of landing or a permanent resident card or a certificate of citizenship. I've never seen those. I never knew I needed those. I hadn't applied for a passport. So I started doing this stuff. I talked to Merv Tweed, the MP for our area, and he said, “Just contact Citizenship, here's the site.” It was getting quite confusing.
Anyway, things are being worked out, and I'm really grateful. I had e-mailed the minister because I was hearing stories that the minister didn't know how many of us there were. I'm one of them. On Friday I got this e-mail, which I found out later from my person in CIC is just the form letter they send to everybody. It did not apply to me, but it scared me at the time, and I'm thinking this is what people get who don't have somebody like Melynda to help them through all of this.
It says:
Currently, the total...time for a routine application...is between 12 and 15 months. The time required...can also vary....
Our records indicate your application was received at the Case Processing Centre (CPC) in Sydney....
No, it's on the desk in the office in Ottawa. This is not true. If you want, I have some copies of that.
A while ago I watched a TV show in which they showed the new Canadian War Museum, and it's stone and glass. What was the point? My Dad went to war. He was shot, wounded twice. Your building is lovely, but Dad is gone, dead and buried. Does what the military did and is still doing mean something?
Thanks for inviting me here.