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Seeking roots in Europe's emigration museums
When traveling to Europe, I sometimes crank up the voice of my grandmother telling stories of her journey from Norway to Canada. The boat ride was miserable. The only thing she could keep down was beer -- she became a teetotaler the day she saw the Statue of Liberty. Having entered North America like a bad traveler -- not speaking the language, packing too much luggage and not enough money -- she navigated the immigrants' road to Edmonton, Alberta, where she eventually met her Norwegian husband.
September 30, 2013