Wow! Poor Anthony Tubiarz! He probably thought he was back in
I wonder if a new Canadian immigrant--female or male had office
skills like typing, accounting, etc., would they still have to work
on the farm? I guess so since they had contracted to do so?
Of course there's nothing wrong with farming and farm work in general
if one WANTS to do it and is not treated like a slave. There's a big
difference too between owning your own land and farm in Poland and
working for another under those disgusting conditions.
Before World War I in Poland there were different categories of
farmers depending on the amount of land owned. There is more than
one branch in my family tree at the highest degree which was, if I
recall, owning more than 40 acres. That's a lot of land to farm with
no tractors. I'm proud of my farmer roots. It's still in our blood,
but I feel Babcia made the right decision when she said no to
Canada. So many decisions to make which affected everything!
Yes, the language was the greatest difficulty to overcome when
immigrating. It was much easier for those who were young when they
hit the Middle East because English was taught immediately, and the
language was easier for the young to absorb. My father had no accent
basically. His older sister in the Pestki has a very thick accent to
Eve in the USA
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, Anne Kaczanowski
> I love this story about an old Polish soldier I met, named
Anthony Tubiarz who came to Canada in November of 1946. He said
that in August of 1946, many Polish soldiers wanted to come to Canada
for resetlement and so they set up 3 relocation camps in Italy. One
in Falconara, one in Cezena and one in Porto Recanti. He ended up in
Group 11 same as my dad, which was destined for Lethbridge, Alberta
in one of the coldest winters Alberta had ever had. Imagine right
from Naples, Italy, warm temperatures to Alberta's winter wonderland.
> Clerks from the Employment office arranged for formalities and
sent these men to work on farms. Each had to sign a contract with the
farmer. Among other things the contract clearly stated that the
veteran was to be treated as the farmer's family member, receive no
less than $45 per month and be allowed every other Sunday free of
work. This of course was only on paper. There were honest and
> Anthony was taken to a farm and accommodated far from the main
house in a shack, with one small window and slits half-filled with
.and many mice. There was coal stove to heat the shack and a
bucket of water which froze during the night.
> This was a 14 cow farm
and his day was like this everyday
> 5:00a.m. clean manure from stable;
> 6:00 a.m. milk the cows by hand with the farmer then feed the
> 9:00 a.m .water cattle in nearby stream, catch 2 horses which
were set loose everday in the fields and take manure out into the
> Brush the cattle and prepare feed stuff for the next day
> 6:00p.m. Milk cows again
> 8:00 p.m. supper
> The meals were modest and he frequently felt hungry. Upon return
to the shack he lit the little coal stove for it was frozen inside.
Temps were -40 degrees. His employer did not give him every other
Sunday off. One day while chopping ice on the stream to water cattle
he fell thru the hole into the water above his waist. Before he could
return to the shack he was fully covered in solid ice. Mr. Perry,
the fine farmer that he was, watched this and did not react or
help. Anthony changed and worked thru the rest of the day and that
night had a very high fever. The next day he could not work and was
barely able to fire his stove so he stayed in bed. It wasn't until
late in the evening that the farmer came to the shack to ask what had
happened. Anthony told him he was sick and Mr. Perry didn't even
bring him any food that day. The following day he worked as usual.
He knew he could not work here for a year so asked the farmer to tell
the Employment Office that he wanted to see an
> official in charge of Polish Veterans' Affairs. Several days
later, while he was scattering manure on the snow-covered fields, two
men came to see him. One was an official and another a Ukrainian
> The official asked what happened. Anthony told him he wanted to
> The official said " What
you no like Canada?"
> Anthony with limited English speaking skills understood this and
> " What
..this farm is all of Canada?"
> The interpretor laughed but the angry official answered
> " If you no like Canada then we deport you to the old country!"
> Anthony understood this and without hesitation agreed to be
deported. How could the "old country be worse for a man than this?"
> Eventually a new job was found on another farm and he remained
here and became very dedicated to helping make life in Canada easier
for his fellow Poles.
> I love this story that he had the humour to ask if the farm
represented all of Canada. This story also represents hundreds of men
who weren't as lucky getting a better job. My father's story is the
same but where there is a bad employer, there's usually one better
around the corner if you know your way around. These men had many
difficulties and lack of language was Numer Uno.