My late father, Marsh Forchuk, who died in November, would have turned 94 tomorrow. This is a photo of him when he was about 12. He’s the one with the glasses, holding onto that bike.
Dad had to quit school at age 12 because his father was no longer able to run their Alberta farm because of injuries he’d sustained while interned as an “enemy alien” in Canada in WWI had caught up to him.
So because of my grandfather’s internment, my father’s future was forever changed.
CBC Ideas interviewed me and other descendants of internees about this. Here’s the link.
Dad, I’m thinking of you
