"Hey Grandma, I have this paper I need to write for my college class about our family history. Can you tell me why you and grandpa and mom emigrated to this country from Canada near the turn of the century?"
"Well we came here from Montreal. That's where we came from."
"Yeah, but why?"
"We came across the border and settled in Detroit."
"Ok, but for what reason did you come over?"
"We came over from Canada and then lived in Detroit. Didn't know anybody."
"Was grandpa looking for work or something?"
"We all came. We were in Montreal before."
"Hey what's grandpa doing right now?"
"I think he's taking a nap."
"Thanks grandma. It's always great visiting."
It's been a while but I know I made some stuff up for that paper. I think I even threw something in there about the potato famine.
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Your Grandma was pretty evasive. Perhaps they were fleeing the police when they left.
My grandmother was a French-Canadian pistol and could dish it out with the best of them in her younger days so I couldn't rule that out, but our conversation was simply a case of the ultimate "disconnect".
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