Glenn Kubish

To Canada Canada in my grandfather's hand remains my favourite font for the word. All these years later I can see him tracing it, can feel still what that word meant for him, and I smile at his decision to underline it boldly, as if it were his signature. Which, it was. The sentence those words to Canada belong to— One day Mom say you are going to Canada we had no money, cost $200 but how —is from my grandfather's handwritten account of his life, composed a few years before he died, a priceless document that has with time acquired the status of a country's founding document in our family, a living artifact that releases more meaning with every reading. There is vivid storytelling from the very first paragraph, as we meet a young boy with a sense for the momentous events and the dramatic conversations swirling around Poland at that hour: Memory of 1914, October (start of first War) We were notified by Government to prepare to leave our home, bake bread and other...