Sunny Jamaica and Land of Milk and Honey

land of milk and honey: In my case, I had no choice. I was a teenager, and while I was happy to get on the plane to see this land of "milk and honey," not everyone in my family was as eager to leave sunny Jamaica. , according to Hamilton Spectator. The cold hit us harder than our little minds could have imagined. The brutality of the chill wind against our sun-kissed skin was surely a bad dream. How was it possible for anyone to live in such an icebox? Forty years ago this week, my five sisters and I left the life we knew in Jamaica to chart a new one here in Canada. As immigrants, we joined millions of people from all over the world who left the land of their birth in the hope of creating a better life for themselves and their families in another land. My sisters and I arrived in Canada on Dec. 8, 1974. As we touched down in Toronto we marvelled at the city vast skyline. We were finally able to join our mom who had come to Canada some four years earlier. She had promised to bring us to Canada as soon as she could afford to do so. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.