Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Cars, Journeys and Change part 6



Migration in Canada predominantly flows from east to west. From the Atlantic provinces, where jobs are scarce, a lot of the movement stops around about Toronto. Don Shebib’s 1970 film, Goin’ Down the Road, captured the essence of this phenomenon when it followed its two hapless male protagonists from the east to a Toronto and then on to the west coast when their new lifestyles outdistanced their salaries. 

While we weren’t as disadvantaged as the two young men in the film, we were also drawn west from the Atlantic provinces by the promise of better jobs. In the 1970s, this migration by road had only recently be made possible when the Trans-Canada Highway was officially opened in 1962. Then thoughts of heading west to the ‘happening city of Vancouver’ became the dream of some young people in the eastern part of the country. 

While thoughts of migrating across the breadth of a continent by car had only become a recent phenomenon in the 1970s, cars had become an important part of the Canadian lifestyle many decades before. Their journeys may not have taken them as far as ours had, but it brought them a measure of freedom of movement all the same.    




Sources

Bourne, L.S. and Flowers, Mark R. Changing Urban Places: Mobility Migration and Immigration in Canada, Centre for Urban and Community Studies, University of Toronto, March 1999

Guillet, Edwin C. The Story of Canadian Roads, University of Toronto Press, 1966

 

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Cars, Journeys and Change part 5



Once we made the decision to head to Vancouver from Florida, we didn’t turn back to Canada right away. We charted a course westward across the continent. Our funds were running low and we couldn’t linger long so there was little exploring along the way. I remember being surprised at the huge Baptist Churches, large enough to rival Montreal’s Roman Catholic houses of worship. We also experienced our first sand storm as we crossed the southern states. After that it was just a blur of highway punctuated by fast food joints. 

Our route took us west to California and then up the coast. We took the luggage we had started out with and the souvenirs we had picked up along the way. With six people there were a lot of souvenirs. When we crossed into Canada the border guards took one look at our packed car, the roof rack with its tarp covered luggage with the two diving tanks in front and waved us through. 


It felt good to be back in Canada. It was home even if it was on the other side of the country. We quickly found a house to rent and lined up jobs, at least four of us did. Two weeks after we moved into our rental house the car owner and her boyfriend announced they were going back to Nova Scotia. It was a sad day when we waved good bye to the car that had been part of our lives for so long. When it left we were stranded in Vancouver.