These stories are great reading.
Great Grandfather came from a wealthy(ish) family that owned a brewery in England. He was told (no choice) that he would learn the naval / sea trade for shipping, his brother agriculture (growing grains in Australia), and the eldest to stay at home to learn the primary business. All to support the family business. He was assigned as a cabin boy (as a teenager) on a sailing vessel at the time when there was a mixture of steam driven and wooden sailing ships on the seas. On his first voyage, he jumped ship in Lima, Peru. At the time, this was a hanging offense, so I can only imagine what life was like for him on board that vessel as the cabin boy. He made his way north. Far, far north, to hide from being found. He ended up homesteading 100 miles north of Edmonton. I don't think he ever wrote or spoke with his father again.
Great grandmother came from Germany via Ukraine. Her strict German father had been assigned as an overseer on Ukranian farms (that had been taken away from the Ukranians that owned them). She fell in love and her beau went to Canada to start a new life, vowing to send for her. After a year, she heard nothing, and escaped Ukraine. Mainly escaped her father, but at the time, there were uprisings against the German take over, and she describes crawling under fences and hiding in muddy ditches overnight while people were being shot at. She arrived in western Canada to find out that her beau was now with someone else. Eventually she met great grandfather, and moved to his homestead to scratch out a living. Grandmother was born there and talks about the dirt floors in the winter, and sitting on the kitchen table to peel potatoes, the floor was so cold. They moved to Edmonton area eventually.
Another grandfather came on his own at 16 from Denmark in the 1930's. Married grandmother (above) who was working as a maid at a hotel. Here is the thing, because of the wars, in Western Canada, anyone that spoke German, or any language that sounded like German, including Dutch, low german, danish, polish etc., were discriminated against (especially those Ukranians and Dhoukabors!). As a result, nearly everyone worked very hard to only speak English, and the languages were not passed down.
Interesting fact -- because Grandfather did not have his formal immigration papers for Canada complete (he was legal entry in the 1930's, just did not finalize paperwork, maybe because he was a teenager and did not know), during the second world war, he was suddenly termed a "Displaced Person" (DP) around 1943 with no status or rights to assistance within Canada. Therefore my grandmother, his wife, who was actually born in Canada, was also now a "Displaced Person" with no country of citizenship. This status was not resolved for many years... no voting or governmental assistance was available to them during this time. My fathers remembers being quite poor, as grandfather's carpentry work was sporadic, likely due to anti-german attitudes, lack of Canadian status, despite his being Danish and having lived legally in Canada for more than 10 years.
It is hard to describe how important having a PR or Citizenship status is.