United States to Canada – “Where were you born?”

I was born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. The City of Montreal is on the Island of Montreal in the Saint Lawrence River. I think there is a certain mystique about Montreal—it has an international reputation for culture and style and design in its rich history. Montreal is my birthplace–that much I always knew!

Montreal is named for Mount Royal, a large hill or small mountain, whichever you prefer, just west of downtown. Mount Royal Park was originally designed by the American 19th century landscape architect, Frederick Law Olmsted. It is one of Montreal’s largest green spaces. Olmsted famously designed Central Park in New York City. He also designed city parks across the United States, including Delaware Park in Buffalo NY, an easy walk from our Parkside neighborhood.

In 1988, five years after her death, I learned my birthmother’s name. Paul and I and Ron and Emily visited her grave in The Mount Royal Cemetery. I was relieved that this was her final resting place.

1988 – The Mount Royal Cemetery

In the southwestern part of Montreal is the borough of Verdun. Founded in 1671, Verdun is one of Canada’s oldest cities. In 2002, Verdun merged with Montreal. My birthmother’s family lived on the second floor of a ‘two-plex’ on Wellington Street. We visited their apartment during our 1988 trip. Wellington is one of the main streets  in Verdun. Verdun has had its ups and downs as most industrial communities have had over the years. Today it is a hub for young families, bustling with shops and restaurants. My birthfather lived a quarter mile from the Wellington Street apartment, on Willibrord Street. And so, I now know that I am a full-blooded Verdunite!

These days when I cross the border into Canada, I am more grateful than ever to say, “I was born in Montreal.” Years ago, as we prepped the kids for border crossing, Paul would joke, “Why were you born?” I’m not going there!

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3 years ago

How touching to see the beautiful gravestone. XXOO


3 years ago

Thank you, my dear friend.

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My name is Bonnie. My parents adopted me when I was 8 months old. I’ve written a memoir about my life and the difficult search for my original identity. After 35 years, I have my answers!
I hope my story is an inspiration for you or someone you know who is searching for their birth parents and family ancestry.

Which came first–the chicken or the egg? Or in my case–the book or the blog?

Good question!  The book came first. My blog has the same name as the book. Each blog post tells you something about me. By nature, a memoir is personal. My persistence to find answers to my identity and write a memoir was a soul-searching, personal journey. It’s sad at times, but often fun and joyful.

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