Has been associated with the park for 24 years.
My dad's older brothers immigrated to the United States. They ended up living in New Jersey. Dad was to young to come over at the time so he had to wait a few years. While he was waiting the First World War started and he was drafted into the German Army.
He was given a rifle and a uniform and marched off to Italy. In one of the first battles he had a bullet scrape the top of his thumb. He use to show us the scar that developed all the time when we kids were growing up.
He decided that army life was not for him and he either kept a very low profile or hid out for the rest of the war. He finally made his way back to Germany. His brothers, my uncles, tried to get him cleared as an immigrant and come to the United States. The quota for Germany was filled so he went to Canada instead.
He got a job in Canada, married a woman, my mother, who was from the Ukraine and raised a family near Winnipeg where I still live.
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