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Record #4290
Name :
: James William COOK (1903 - )


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Date of Birth
: 17 Feb 1903

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Abode (1) : Place of BirthEngland, Chester on Sodbury
Abode (2) : Place of Death / Burial
Sailing Information
Date of Arrival
: 23 Jun 1912
Country
: Canada

Ship
: Tunisian

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Agency
: Barnardos
NotesIn 1912, James Cook, 9, arrived at Quebec, Canada, along with a group of 181 Barnardo boys en route to Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

James Cook married Agnes Helen Mark.

James William Cook died in June 1996 at the age of 93 in Durham, Ontario Canada.

In 1998, two of James' daughters, Irene Cook and Barbara Alden, told their father's story to Dave Lorente. These were published in the House of Commons, Minutes of Evidence:

Irene Cook:

I would like to add, with great pride, my father's name to the list of children whose childhood was taken away from them by becoming one of 100,000 children brought to Canada. My father is James William Cook and he was brought to Canada at age eight in 1912. My father was the dearly loved foster child of John and Jessie Dixon from the age of three to eight. He spoke almost tearfully at age 92 of how much he was loved and cared for. How completely happy he was with these people he thought of as family! He told me he remembered clearly his foster mother sobbing the day he boarded a ship to Canada, telling him it would be only for a little while and he should come back to England as soon as he was able. He told me the band was playing "God be with you till we meet again" as he walked up the gangplank.

My father recalled the terror he felt at viewing the icebergs in the Atlantic Ocean which had, six weeks earlier, sent the "unsinkable" Titanic to the seabottom. He remembered the loneliness and isolation of a train ride from Halifax, I believe, to Port Hope, Ontario.

He was sent to a farm in Garden Hill. My Dad told me the first thing the farmer did was take his shoes away from him. He was only allowed to wear them to church on Sunday. He was treated horrifically for ten years by this family. He was never included or involved with the family. He was teased, tormented, and even deafened in his left ear by the beatings he received. He ate alone and stayed apart from the family. He led a life of lonely desolation, never knowing the love and affection of a mother, or the strength and wisdom of a father. He was treated as a hired hand and badly even by those standards. Please bear in mind this was an eight year old child who had been pampered and coddled by his foster parents.

May I take this opportunity to tell you how desperately ashamed my father was at being one of these "Home Boys". We were forbidden to tell anyone of how my dad came to Canada and he himself lied once when a local newspaper interviewed him. He stated he was born in Toronto.

My dad left that farm on his 18th birthday. With the Grade 3 education he received he walked away from that farm of horrors the instant his obligation was fulfilled. He walked down the road to a neighbour's farm where he would work until he saved enough money to travel to Toronto. My dad made a life there and years later moved to Brampton with my mother.

I loved my father, but ours was not a smooth relationship. My Dad could be very insensitive. As a very small child I was given a chick by my uncle. I must have mauled it half to death as I carried it everywhere. It became very sickly from my loving it so much and I remember carrying it to my father and holding it up to him with both hands. I wanted him to make it better. My dad took the chick from me and said "Well that's had it!" and promptly wrung its neck. To my father everything had a purpose and when that purpose expired so did the animal's existence. I blame this on my dad's childhood. He had nothing to emulate but cruelty. He could not relate to pets with love.

To get along with my Dad you had to be useful, do things right the first time, account for every cent you spent or wanted to. My father was an incredibly intelligent man. He worked harder than anyone I have ever known. He started an upholstery business and worked until he was 71 years old. He raised four children. My dad was unable to speak of his feelings, never said he loved us. Never showed any physical affection towards me. It was only as an adult when I learned to say "I love you", that I told him and he reciprocated with "Me too!". We had a very rocky relationship but I loved him dearly. I didn't often like him and we butted heads often.

It has only been since his death from bone cancer at age 92, two years ago in May that I have made peace with him. I read Mr Bagnell's book entitled "The Little Immigrants" and suddenly I understood him. His insensitivity, his coldness, his inability to show love. They were a small piece, a curtain-crack piece of the atrocities he lived, endured. So I add my father's name with pride to the list of small souls who were damaged irreparably by England's unwise decisions and Canada's cruel new development. They (Home Children) worked hard, built the farms, and indeed the country. They came to us as hired slaves, but (as in) my father's case died heroes who survived.In closing I'd like to say I wish I could know who my father was. I've never seen a picture of him as a child. I don't know who his parents were, their nationality, where he was born. Did he have siblings? These many unanswered questions leave a huge void for myself and my family.Thank you for recognizing the tremendous sacrifices these children made. We as Canadians are fiercely proud of them all.

Barbara Alden:

First of all I want to say I'm PROUD of my father! I have always been PROUD of him and all the children like him. To have survived (I know many of them didn't) is testament to their strength and courage, but to have survived and become decent human beings boggles the mind! Where to begin? How do I put over 80 years of pain, hurt and humiliation into words? How do I describe the effects of shame!!!!I grew up in a home full of secrets! I knew from a very young age that my father was SENT from England to Canada at age nine. I also sensed that there was some terrible shame attached to that sending and we were never to discuss it outside the home. Because of my love and respect for my Father a part of me still screams "Don't tell!" If I didn't believe that there will finally be some recognition for the pain and suffering that my father and all men and women like him endured, I would'nt tell. It still somehow feels like a betrayal!

Dad had his earliest memories when he was approximately two years old, being taken to a large sheep farm in the village of Renham near Stanstead, Essex, England, by a woman he believed could be his mother. He was lucky; his new foster parents loved him, adored him and pampered him for six years. On the back of a photograph of them he wrote "My Beloved foster parents, John and Jessie Dixon"; he even remembered when Mrs Dixon sent him the picture and she said she had a splitting headache the day it was taken.When Dad was between eight and 10 years old Mr and Mrs Dixon were asked to take his sister, a sister he did not know and had never met. Because they could not afford to take another child my father was torn from the only family he had ever known.

Until my father was 65 years old and had to send to England for his birth certificate he believed he was illegitimate and THAT was why he was sent to Canada! Only the bad kids were sent, the illegitimate, the incorrigible, the weak of mind?they had to be tainted in some way to be sent away. He was terrified of having to present this document to some official in order to receive his pension. He told me in those days ILLEGITIMATE was printed in large letters across the birth certificate. My heart still breaks remembering the trauma he suffered waiting for that piece of paper. Over the years he had "invented" a man he thought would be respected in our small community, now all the lies, the secrets, were out! Everyone would know! As it turned out, when my father received his birth certificate he was not illegitimate but he carried that stigma all those years for nothing.

My father was told by the authorities that he was being sent to Canada so he and his sister could live together, but upon arriving here they were immediately separated and never met again for over 40 years by which time it was too late. They were never close. I know very little about her and only recall meeting her once or twice as a small child. I do know that the ordeal she suffered scarred her for life and she was in and out of mental hospitals.

Dad was sent to a farm in Gardenhill, near Port Hope, Ontario, to a good "Christian" (a word that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth to this day) family. From the first day he arrived he was made aware that he was not a part of their family; he was there to work!!! He endured both physical and emotional abuse and was never accepted in the community. He was allowed to go to school when it was convenient, which wasn't often. He did not share his meals with them, or Christmas, or any holidays. His birthdays were not acknowledged; he never had a birthday cake or card. When he was an adult birthdays were very important to him. I can remember him counting his birthday cards, they gave him a sense of value and worth.

I believe the most important thing in my father's life was his family. I also believe that my brother and sister would probably not agree. Dad knew about hard work. He was a perfectionist. He never settled for second best in himself or his children. Because he had no family while he was growing up he had no one to emulate. When he became a father he never learned to temper his criticism with gentleness. He never learned to be tactful; when something popped into his head he blurted it out, never stopping to think how it would wound a child or a grown son or daughter. He often appeared harsh, authoritarian, unfeeling. This caused many rifts with his children and broke his heart. My Father loved his children, he just didn't know how to express that love.Dad was amazing, if something broke, no matter what it was, he would find a way to fix it...but he never found a way to hug his children. The first time he hugged me was the day I got married. I never saw a job my father could not do...except kiss his children. There was never an obstacle put in his path that he could not overcome...except his childhood! He had no idea how to comfort a child with a skinned knee or a broken heart, that part of him was...I was going to say "missing", but that's not true. Life had been hard for him and he thought you had to be tough to survive. If you fell down you got up and you tried again and again and again and you didn't cry and you didn't give up. Because he grew up in a brutal environment, he never learned about gentleness.

My sister recently asked me why out of his eight children from two marriages I was the only one not adversely affected by him. I was not treated any differently than my brother or my sister. I felt the brunt of his criticism, the sting of his hand on my behind, the disapproval in his voice, but I ALWAYS forgave him or made some excuse for his actions. The question surprised me and left me speechless for a minute and then I told her "it was because I saw his vulnerability, the fragility of who he was."

From the time I was old enough to recognize him I adored my father, there was a bond, a closeness between us that grew with every passing year. I knew he loved me. I also knew that under that hard exterior the little boy was still there...afraid, lonely, longing to be loved and accepted. His soul was scarred and he never recovered.Because of the closeness between us I think my Father felt safe enough, every now and then to let his guard down and allow me to see that little boy and why he had become the man he was. That took tremendous courage!!When my father was in his seventies I read "the Little Immigrants". He told me over and over he wished I had never read it, that it was best to leave the past in the past. When I asked him questions he was vague and uncomfortable. He was so ashamed of his past and thought his children would think less of him if they knew the truth. Of course it had the opposite effect. I told him over and over that he should be proud of his past but he never was. I think each question that he answered gave him courage to answer the next one until he had told me about his childhood, or at least all that he could. I think there were many things he never told.

Part of me hates England for all the things it stole from my father?his dignity, self-respect, a sense of value for who he was, his childhood, the love of a wonderful foster mother and father (whom he continued to write to until their death). He never intended to remain in Canada, he always planned to return Home to England to Mr and Mrs Dixon. How different his life would have been if he had been allowed to remain with this lovely couple. I'm sure his children would never have doubted his love or craved his affection!! There is also a part of me that grudgingly accepts how much my father loved the country of his birth.As I have grown older I have come to realize that England was the loser, these children were Magnificent, they sent us their Best. The children overcame the most horrific obstacles!My heart bursts with pride for my father and all the children like him. I think Canada owes them a tremendous debt of gratitude and recognition. They played a huge part in moulding this country into what it is and stands for today. 
ContributorsCreated : 2008-09-27 14:38:52 / From original database

Last Updated : 2009-01-19 19:40:53 /

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IDNameDOBPlace of birthArrivals & ShipsDest.AgencyFamily links
24978 COOK, Alec1902 Mar 1910 : Tunisian CAN Barnardos  
3483 COOK, Anne1876SCT,     Jun 1884 : Buenos Ayrean CAN Quarriers  
18241 COOK, Arthur1908ENG,     Mar 1920 : Sicilian CAN Barnardos  
7126 COOK, Charles1871ENG,     Jun 1879 : Moravian CAN Middlemore  
24841 COOK, Charles1894 Mar 1910 : Tunisian CAN Barnardos  
7606 COOK, Eliza1858ENG,     Nov 1870 : Peruvian CAN Maria Rye  
7128 COOK, Elizabeth1869ENG,     Jun 1878 : Sarmatian CAN Middlemore  
7515 COOK, Elizabeth1860ENG,     Nov 1869 : Hibernian CAN Maria Rye  
7127 COOK, Elizabeth Emily1866ENG,     Jun 1879 : Moravian CAN Middlemore  
15322 COOK, Emma1865ENG,     Jun 1871 : Prussian CAN Maria Rye  
23931 COOK, Eric1914ENG,     May 1920 : Minnedosa CAN Middlemore  
27104 COOK, Ernest Charles1920ENG,     Jul 1930 : Balranald AUS Fairbridge Homes  
24618 COOK, Frank1896 Jun 1906 : Dominion CAN Barnardos  
12267 COOK, Frederick1924ENG,     May 1932 : Jervis Bay AUS Fairbridge Homes  
20788 COOK, Frederick ENG,     May 1892 : Sardinian CAN Rev. William J. Pady  
25004 COOK, Frederick1902 Mar 1910 : Tunisian CAN Barnardos  
15362 COOK, George1861ENG,     1872 : - Unknown - CAN Maria Rye  
27448 COOK, George1860 Aug 1872 : Sarmatian CAN Macpherson Homes  
9323 COOK, George A1902ENG,     Mar 1915 : Scandinavian CAN Barnardos  
12750 COOK, George William1900ENG, WAR, Birmingham Mar 1907 : Dominion CAN Barnardos  
19876 COOK, Henry1892ENG,     May 1907 : Empress of Britain CAN Fegan Homes for Boys  
20786 COOK, Henry ENG,     May 1892 : Sardinian CAN Rev. William J. Pady  
25000 COOK, Henry1900 Mar 1910 : Tunisian CAN Barnardos  
24981 COOK, Herbert1899 Mar 1910 : Tunisian CAN Barnardos  
5060 COOK, Horace1914ENG,    , Dartford Mar 1930 : Duchess of Richmond CAN Barnardos  
22021 COOK, Jacob E.1884ENG,     Apr 1897 : Labrador CAN Barnardos  
4290 COOK, James William1903ENG,    , Chester on Sodbury Jun 1912 : Tunisian CAN Barnardos  
14348 COOK, Jane E1886ENG,     1899 : - Unknown - CAN British Women\'s Emigration Association  
22628 COOK, Jessie1895ENG,     Oct 1903 : Dominion CAN Barnardos  
7129 COOK, John1869ENG,     Jun 1879 : Moravian CAN Middlemore  
13614 COOK, John1876ENG,     May 1887 : Circassian CAN Liverpool Catholic Childrens Protective Society (now Nugent Care)  
24009 COOK, John1906ENG,     Jun 1916 : Scandinavian CAN Middlemore  
7130 COOK, Joseph1865ENG,     Jun 1878 : Sarmatian CAN Middlemore  
13792 COOK, Lillian1891ENG,     Oct 1903 : Dominion CAN Barnardos  
21365 COOK, Louisa M1903ENG,     Jun 1913 : Corinthian CAN Barnardos  
21366 COOK, Lucy1903ENG,     Jun 1913 : Corinthian CAN Barnardos  
14933 COOK, Martha1872ENG,     Jun 1883 : Sardinian CAN Maria Rye  
3485 COOK, Mary1881 Jun 1891 : Norwegian CAN Quarriers  
7566 COOK, Mary Jane1859ENG,     Nov 1869 : Hibernian CAN Maria Rye  
3484 COOK, Robert1879SCT, LKS, Glasgow Jun 1884 : Buenos Ayrean CAN Quarriers  
14489 COOK, Robert1910ENG,     Oct 1927 : Montclare CAN Barnardos  
21272 COOK, Robert A1918ENG,     Jun 1929 : Berrima AUS Barnardos  
6159 COOK, Rose1880ENG,     Jun 1894 : Mongolian CAN Maria Rye  
2841 COOK, Samuel1875ENG, NFK Jun 1889 : Vancouver CAN Church of England  
3482 COOK, Susan1878SCT, LKS, Glasgow Jun 1884 : Buenos Ayrean CAN Quarriers  
20135 COOK, Sybil1894ENG,     Jul 1910 : Virginian CAN Maria Rye  
22087 COOK, T. R.1882ENG,     Apr 1897 : Labrador CAN Barnardos  
14490 COOK, Thomas1911ENG,     Oct 1927 : Montclare CAN Barnardos  
24010 COOK, Thomas1909ENG,     Jun 1916 : Scandinavian CAN Middlemore  
26064 COOK, Thomas1868 Jun 1881 : Parisian CAN Middlemore  
26224 COOK, W1894ENG,     Mar 1903 : Canada CAN Barnardos  
7045 COOK, Walter1864ENG,     Aug 1871 : Prussian CAN MacPherson Homes  
11215 COOK, William1894ENG,     May 1900 : Tunisian CAN MacPherson Homes  
15726 COOK, William G1897ENG,     Apr 1913 : Virginian CAN Dakeyne Boys Farm  
IDNameDOBPlace of birthArrivals & ShipsDest.AgencyFamily links
Surnames starting with:   A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z  54 Entries