Arriving in Montreal aboard the Empress of England

by Michael Hill
(Vancouver Canada)

Photo of the Empress of England arriving in the Port of Montreal from the Archives de la Ville de Montreal on Flickr.  (Navire «Empress of England» escorté par un remorqueur, 1963, VM94-AD-5-056)

Photo of the Empress of England arriving in the Port of Montreal from the Archives de la Ville de Montreal on Flickr. (Navire «Empress of England» escorté par un remorqueur, 1963, VM94-AD-5-056)

I emigrated to Canada in the spring of 1964, arriving in Montreal on May 6 after a voyage of seven days. Although I never did find out all the salient details, I was informed around Christmas 1963 that we were moving to Canada. At this point I was halfway into my first year of secondary school in Yorkshire, in the north of England. My father apparently had tired of rainy England and procured a job in Toronto, and he flew out in February 1964, to stay with the sister of a neighbour of my maternal grandmother. Mum was left with the job of selling the house and most of the contents, car, etc. By mid-April this was accomplished and we left the house for the last time in a taxi to the station on our way to Derby to stay with my grandmother until our sailing on April 28. This was very interesting and exciting for a twelve year old boy. The only thing I regretted was leaving my school and friends. Mum must have felt sorry for me and acquired tickets for a special steam train excursion from Derby to Crewe, including tours of the railway shops.

On the morning of April 28 we boarded a train for Liverpool, and found our way to the big CP ship, which was at the time, I believe, berthed at Gladstone dock. The ship was very impressive, and loomed large at the dock as we were processed through the ticket agents and customs inspection, then walking the gangway onto the huge vessel, then finding our way to the tiny cabin on B deck. As mum unpacked and then took a nap before dinner I set out on an exploratory mission of the ship, picking up a few friends here and there, mostly emigrating to Canada as I was.

The first night was smooth and peaceful, and we awoke next morning anchored in the Firth of Clyde to pick up more passengers. The rest of the day was spent on deck watching the passing scenery, and then watching the land recede as we made our way toward open ocean.

The next five days were spent exploring all the ship's amenities, including the small theatre, deck games, and of course many hours just walking the decks with my friends. I can still see hear and smell the ocean spray from the stern of the ship.

Finally we encountered land as we passed PEI, the Gaspe peninsula, and entered the St Lawrence Seaway. I remember it was hot and sunny, a distinct contrast to cold rainy Liverpool, and was marvellous sitting on the deck watching the scenery drift by on either side of the ship.

On May 5 we docked in Quebec City, where we disembarked to process through Canadian Customs and Immigration. I was now a landed immigrant. After this we had most of the day to explore, and conveniently a hoard of taxis arrived to take us on tours. Then back on the ship one final night, waking up in Montreal. We had booked train travel to Toronto, leaving that afternoon, so in the meantime we hopped on a scenic tour bus to see Montreal. It was at the top of Mount Royale that I experienced my first real hotdog, priced ten cents. It was so good I must have eaten at least six. Then to the train station and onto the train. It was slow but comfortable, the onboard sandwiches were expensive but we didn't have much of an idea how much things cost.

After what seemed like many hours we arrived in Toronto very late at night, to be met by dad and Elsie and Ray. Dad had found a modern apartment in the west end, and I collapsed into bed, my head spinning trying to comprehend that I had just travelled about one third way around the globe.

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Feb 18, 2019
Empress of England to Montreal 1969 NEW
by: Linda Cooper

My husband Garry and I left Liverpool June 26, 1969 arriving in Montreal July 2, 1969. It was supposed to be an adventure for 2 years then go home and start a family. So, 50 years later here we are still in Montreal blessed with 3 children and 8 grandchildren. We love it and no regrets.
Would love to hear from anyone on that voyage as I hardly remember a thing. I did fancy dress and won a pearl necklace which I still own.
Bitter sweet memories we have.

Nov 20, 2018
Empress of Canada 1963
by: Christine

In 1963 I was 11 years old when my family immigrated to Canada. My dad was already in Vancouver and my mum and four kids travelled by the Empress of Canada from Greenoch to Montreal. I can remember it being a very rough crossing and we spent most of our time in bed sick. We hit two hurricanes and most of the ship was roped off due to the high waves. When we hit the St. Lawrence we were finally able to get out and about. On May 10, 1963 we docked in Quebec City to go through immigration then back on ship to Montreal. From there we hopped on a train to Vancouver to meet up with my dad. The total trip was 10 days, quite a feat for my mum with four young kids.

Oct 31, 2018
by: Christine

I was 10 years old when we emigrated to Canada 50 years ago. We left from Greenock Scotland June 6 1968. I remember the piper playing Yer no awa tae bide awa on the shore and my granma waving as we left on the tugboat to the ship. Her pink hat stood out in the crowd. Very emotional. The trip was fun for us playing was the Lion in Winter one night, swimming in the pool but there was waves in the pool one day so maybe it was a rough day. On the deck we could see the icebergs and at the back of the ship the water chuning. Bot my parents were seasick and the doctor gave them a shot sister and I had to have dinner in the dining room alone but our waiter took great care of us. There was a strike by the dockworkers in Montreal so it took some time to get our belongings. Wonderful memories!

Oct 29, 2018
Stowed away
by: Ed Stonehouse

My buddy n I stowed away on empress of England from liverpool to Montreal. We got on board a day before she sailed. Hid for 24 hrs then once passengers boarded we mingled. First night slept in public washroom. Next day chatted up 2 gals who took us in. They got room service for us in order that we eat n couldn't eat in dinning room
We thought we'd swim ashore once I to st.lawrence
We chickened out but to this day the gals most likely believe we did jump. We managed to get off in Montreal at crew gangplank after a fight on shore started. We had given
Our passports to the. To mail to our homes which they did.
If either women read this kindly respond as we never did get your names
Ed Stonehouse

Oct 04, 2018
A wonderful week
by: Brian Dunt

I sailed from Liverpool to Montreal on 26th June 1963 on my way home to Australia via Canada on the "Empress of England"
Life was full on with the 25 hour days . I only had 4 hours sleep per day as there was so much going on. There were 1000 senior Citizens returning from a tour so the 40 or so younger people all arranged to get together on the first night to meet each other and not waste what time we had together. There was a shortage of male dance partners so I was kept very busy on the dance floor. It was here I met a wonderful lady from Calgary who invited me to stay with her on my hitch hiking across to Vancouver. I was welcome with or with out notice and stayed 2 weeks.This friendship has survived 55 years and on a return trip to Canada in 2007 with my wife we were looked after by her daughter.
The ship was great and very comfortable and I felt it a pity when re named " The Ocean Monarch' and treated the way it was. That week is etched in my memories. I only hope that the immigrants fared well in their new land.

May 28, 2018
50 years ago
by: Ellen Elizabeth

We sailed to Montreal from Liverpool (an early morning train from Lincoln) fifty years ago this week. I was nine. I remember it vividly...such an adventure, especially when I managed to get my little brother lost with me on an exploration of the lower decks. I was loudly disappointed on docking in Montreal because I could not hear anyone speaking in a "Canadian accent". A lovely francophone gentleman unloading luggage laughed out loud when he heard that.ARCA

Apr 30, 2018
by: Deborah

I'm wondering what motivated your families to make such a big move to Canada.
Very interesting stories! Thank you for sharing.

Apr 30, 2018
Emigrating to Canada
by: HilaryAnonymous

We emigrated to Canada in June 1964 - one month after you. I was 18. We were headed to Ottawa. I remember they were filming "Ferry Cross the Mersey" as we left, and we were shouting to Gerry Marsden from the deck. I loved Montreal but found Ottawa very boring after Liverpool, so returned six months later and married my boyfriend. We returned to Canada two years later. Ottawa is a vibrant, interesting city now and I am so glad I live here. My three children and eight grandchildren ate all here too. Nostalgic memories!

Apr 25, 2018
Same crossing as you Micheal
by: Ronald Mackie

Hello Micheal
I was on the Empressof England same voyage as you I remember it well I was an 18 year old I got on at Greenock.It was quite an adventure I enjoyed every minute of it I remember going through immigration at Quebec.then onward to Montreal.I must have got on the same train to Torontoa as you The carriages were old but comfortable.I was met at union station by my cousin.Iam now retired and have no regrets about emigrating to Canada

Mar 31, 2018
I wish I'd been older
by: Elaine Arthur

I was only 7 when my family left Watford to take the train to Liverpool to board the HMS Carinthia bound for Montréal.
I wasn't old enough to understand a lot of what was going on & couldn't write well enough to record our voyage.
I do have my memories though.

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