Well back in October 1888 my Great Grandma was three when her father decided they would emigrate to Canada. They went by ship then by oxen drawn bow top caravan to Winnipeg. They were there before the railroad. Unfortunately after a year the crops failed and they decided to go to New York they lived on Long Island but sadly her father died from complications of a shooting accident he was shot in the arm. So they returned to England.
One story is told that my Great Grandma had a little brother she had been told to look after him but he fell off the back thankfully they realised...