Bitterly Cold Morning: Forests

Prince Albert, Sask Dept: I wasn t born in P.A. that s what the locals call it a small city amid the vast lake-dotted forests of the northern half of the province. I arrived on the train one bitterly cold morning in early January of 1955 after a long trek with my parents and sister and brother that had begun in England, according to The Star. As we stood on the platform, the steam from the train and the snow on the ground melded into a cold whiteness that enveloped us like a fog and easily penetrated our thin English coats and gloves and this time of year I often find myself musing about life in Prince Albert, Sask. I grew up there although little did I know at the time that I was living among people who were to have a great influence on me, and the rest of the country. My father was a physician and at the time Saskatchewan was one of the few provinces where immigrant doctors could set up a practice without having to work in a hospital for a couple of years in order to get accredited. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.