Mrs. F.G.'s mother arrived in Canada in 1957, her husband having come five years earlier with several other brother-in-laws. She cared for four children in the mountains of southern Italy for five years before her husband had saved the money to pay for their trip. Life was not easy. Bread was baked in a communal brick oven once a month. Laundry was done down at the river. A hog was butchered once a year, and every bit of it was used. Food for the children was still sometimes short. The thought that kept going through my own mind while we attended final celebrations was enormous respect for parents who sacrificed so much, and had such courage to bring their children to a new land and set them up for a better life. Our country, like that of our neighbours to the south, was built by immigrants like these. We owe them so much.