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The Ship Of Brides

1brides1I love finding new authors to get addicted to. Authors that bring characters to life and make me feel like I’m part of the story. Jojo Moyes does that, in spades.

An aircraft carrier transporting Australian war brides to their grooms in United Kingdom, 1946.

 Now just let your imagination run wild.

In The Ship Of Brides by Jojo Moyes (Hodder and Stoughton Ltd) we’re carried away by a tale that begins in India 2002 when an elderly woman on holiday with her granddaughter sees the ship that transported her as a war bride, now in a ship graveyard, and she returns to the time when she crossed the ocean after WWII.


As with any other situation there are lovely people and terrible ones, ones that are miserable and want to make everyone else the same. And there are stories. So many stories. Ones with happy endings and not-so-happy endings. But this isn’t about where they’re going, but where they’ve already been, who it’s made them and about who they’re becoming.

Jojo Moyes has an amazing ability to plop us right in the center of her stories as though you’re part of it. The characters are real, the stories compelling and you just keep turning page after page after page, wanting to know more…and still more.

This story reminded me of my maternal Grandmother and her journey from the United Kingdom to Canada as a war bride at about the same time as this story was taking place.

Though gone, I could feel her in these pages, as I can in so many things. I remember her strength, her courage, her love, and her ability to take even the most difficult situations and make the best of them.

As I read the pages of The Ship of Brides I wondered, what was she thinking during those days crossing the ocean to be reunited with my Grandfather? Was she sorry she had left her home, her family? Was she lonely? Was she scared? I can guess she would have been the one helping, organizing, and playing cards, oh how she loved her cards.

So women did their efforts for the war – worked in factories or farms or in service, in the city or country or overseas, danced with soldiers, kept up morale, rationed, sacrificed, and so scan0005much more…then many became war brides.

To the left is a picture of my Grandmother, Elizabeth – (although she was known as Betty), just before she was to set sail; she was beautiful inside and out.

This book is a wonderful read and a lovely tribute to those brave war brides who crossed oceans to start a new life.

And I won’t tell you which bride was the elderly lady in India, you have to read it yourself.

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6 thoughts on “The Ship Of Brides

  1. An interesting site about the Canada War Brides, and immigration to Canada generally, is the Pier 21 in Halifax (sort of the “Ellis Island” of Canada). I think it is important to celebrate (and continue) immigration as the basis for the special and evolving blend that is Canada!


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