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Mr. Peters describes coming home and spending time in two hospitals before finally getting released. He comments about trying to communicate in a patois of Japanese, German and English.
Transcription
Of course I was in the TB asylum there, but I don’t think, even the doctors wouldn’t believe this story we’d tell them. They said, “You couldn’t live like that. It’s impossible.” But we did. No, we didn’t, the doctors, when we come back the doctors thought we were all telling them a bunch of lies. They said you couldn’t live like that.
It struck me as odd because all I had when I got back to Canada was a pair of pyjamas. That’s really being poor. I never thought about it at that time because I was, I sure wasn’t very well but on thinking back on it I think . . . God. And then when they got to Shaughnessy, they had to issue me with a, I did get a complete set of American uniform and military dress but that was stolen from me. Somebody stole it from underneath my bed. When I got back to Shaughnessy, Vancouver there, they issued me a complete uniform to go on the train to go back to Manitoba. I didn’t have nothing.
And there they dumped us off at Brandon and my parents and friends were waiting in Winnipeg for us but all TB patients at that time were dumped off at Brandon. So I was only in there maybe about a week. And then we were sent to Winnipeg. I was in the military hospital there, and then I got a leave to go home. Oh, my father was gone. No, he wasn’t gone but he wasn’t, he was home. He was too ill to come to see us but mother was there. She come to Brandon to visit us. Gosh, I got everything mixed up. I had Japanese, German, and English language. I was so confused. And I was feeling quite rotten to top it all off.