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Memories of the First Canadian Christmas
Telegraphist Air Gunner Len Weeks
It was about the middle of December when I and thirty-eight
others were selected to go to a newly opened TAG School in
Yarmouth, Nova Scotia in Canada to undergo training for the
next ten months (TAG ~ Telegraphist Air Gunners). We left the
Clyde on the troopship HMS Andes on 19th December and
arrived at Halifax, Nova Scotia on Christmas morning.
The Canadian dockers were on Christmas holiday so we had to
unload all kitbags etc. ourselves using the ship’s derricks, onto
the quayside and this was a very slow process. At midday it was
lunchtime and eventually because of the huge numbers of men
involved, it was our turn to sit down to a meal of a lump of
greasy pork, a couple of boiled potatoes and a spoonful of
“greeny” stuff which could have started out as cabbage!
Pudding was plum-duff and very runny custard.
By 3 o’clock in the afternoon it became apparent to the
authorities that our destination at East Camp, Yarmouth Air
Station, was not ready for us so we had to march from the
docks with our kitbags on our shoulders, frozen packed snow
underfoot, for what seemed like hours, slipping, and sliding to a
Knight of Columbus hostel in the city, arriving there just before
dark.
We were greeted by our Canadian hosts who were still providing
for the resident Christmas diners, mostly service men and
women who were unable to go home for the Christmas holiday
because of sheer distances involved. (Canada is a very large
country - some 3,000 miles east to west). It was agreed that we
should settle into the dormitories, have a bath or shower, and
rest up for a bit. At around 6 o’clock we had a Christmas Dinner
with all the trimmings, similar to the other residents.
What a contrast !! Two Christmas dinners in one day - one
horrible, the other wonderful!
It was then I first heard a Bing Crosby record on the Wurlitzer
playing ‘White Christmas’ so every time I hear that tune, even
now, my thoughts flash back to that time and place.
It was two days later that we left by train for Yarmouth
arriving about 5 o’clock and Canadian Air Force lorries took us
the 3 miles or so to West Camp for a cooked meal and then to
East Camp, our final home for the next ten months.
Memories of the First Canadian Christmas
Telegraphist Air Gunner Len Weeks
Len Weeks
HMS Andes
Knight of Columbus hostel