Let’s go back, way back in time, to well over one hundred years ago, when a 17 year old from Ukraine stepped off a boat in Montreal and wondered what he would do next. At least, he thought, he was “free of the Bolsheviks.”
He hung around that strangely European yet totally foreign --- to him ---city for a few days then decided he would head west.
So he started west. On foot.
For days and days he walked, following the setting sun and the rail road tracks, mostly on foot, always west ward, eating what he could find and sleeping when ever and where ever.
Legend has it that if there was nothing else to eat, he would scoop up hands full of grain from passing freight cars and munch away.
Thomas John Bodachevsky was his name, and there came a day when he stopped in Winnipeg, found a job, and was convinced to change his Ukrainian name to something that was “easier” for his boss to spell.
A few years later, he was again on the move, again westward.
Saskatoon became his final destination, where he settled, married, became a father and grand father, and drove a street car. In fact, he was the pilot on the final run of the last real trolley car used in Saskatoon.
Tommy Anderson was his name. He was the grand father of this writer’s wife, and this is his Canadian story.