T h e     M i g r a n t
Of the 50's & 60's 

This page is dedicated to all those who left their homeland to traveled by ships from Europe to distant countries in search of  a better way of life for them and their families 

Intro      Post war Europe was experiencing grave shortage of employment, especially during the 1950's and 1960's.  Southern Europe was the worst hit area, as thousands of citizens had to leave their native land to look for employment elsewhere.  During these two decades, overseas air travel was a rare commodity. Migrant ships were the most common transport for the lengthy and distant voyages.
A number of these ships were commissioned to carry large number of migrants to various parts of the World.   This migration boom saw thousands of  Southern Europeans taking the long boat trip to Canada and further away to  Australia.   Malta and the Maltese did not escape this destiny.  During those decades thousands of Maltese left their homeland and  migrated to countries such as Britain, the USA, Canada and Australia.    Like the early pioneers, these migrants had to deal with the ordeal of long sea journeys,  the uncertainty of the unknown and the trauma of leaving their families and their beloved homeland.


 A Young Migrant's Experience

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The British armed forces stationed in Malta employed thousands of civilians at the docks and various other bases. These forces were being faced down as Malta was preparing for independence.  Many civilian employees were being retrenched and thousands more were to follow. 
Like many of his workmates the Young Migrant decided to try his luck elsewhere so he boarded on an Italian ship, the "Castel Verde",  to migrate to Australia.  Like most other migrants, he received little or no preparation of what lies ahead in a foreign land ten thousand miles away. 
The first big trauma was the fact that he had to leave behind his family, friends and his safe and serene environment.  Embarking on the ships was hectic but somewhat an exciting new experience, but reality set in as soon the ship moved out of the harbour. This was not a short day trip to Sicily but a long voyage to a new destiny.
While the ship was heading towards the breakwater at Malta's Grand Harbour, in Valletta, he had a good look at the beautiful harbour and surrounding towns.   He could not help thinking that he will no longer belong to the community of which he belonged since birth. His family came alongside the ship on a small craft to wave goodbye, but as the ship steamed ahead they quickly disappeared from view.
From Malta, the ship sailed for the port of  Piraeus in Greece where more migrants were to be picked up,  making the ship extremely crowded.  People were bunked in small  dormitories clattered with 40 beds or more.  The Young Migrant was fortunate to be berthed in a cabin of five with his Maltese friends. The ship needed some maintenance and had to stay in port for 48 hours. With some of his ship friends, he took this opportunity to visit Athens and Acropolis. 
Port Said  was the next port of call where the passenger had time to go ashore and visit the hundreds of peddlers set-up at the port.   The journey through the Suez was tedious and boring as all one could see was sand on both sides of the canal.   The Young Migrant was hoping that the next stop at Aden would be more enjoyable.  
The capital of the United Arab Emirates was very hot and dusty,  but it was of great relief to be back on terra-ferma again.  Aden was a very primitive city and the natives very poor. The Young Migrant felt sorry for the scores of children running in the streets begging for money, but with limited finance himself he could not offer too much help.  The 24 hour stay in Aden was a relief that the passengers needed to prepare for the journey to Colombo.
The ship entered Colombo for refueling and to pick up cargo for the long trip ahead, but here the passengers were ordered to stay on board.  The trip  from Colombo to Australia,  a nine thousand mile journey across the Indian Ocean, was a nightmare for those on board.  The rough seas caused many passengers to become seasick, and to make it worst, the ship doctor only spoke Italian.   The Young Migrant got used to the rough seas as he quickly acquired his sea legs.  This part of the journey became more pleasant, as those who were not sick got involved in various entertainments and started to use the ship's pool,bars and other facilities.  
Three weeks later  "Land Ahoy" the ship entered the Australian waters and docked at the Western Australian Port of  Fremantle. There the passengers also had time go ashore and visit the town  The Young Migrant and his friends had enough time to visit Perth as well. The Great Australian Bight lived to its reputation, as the four-day crossing was rough and stormy. Most of the passengers aboard were preparing themselves to disembark at their destination at Melbourne's  Port Phillip Bay,  
melb.jpg (22026 bytes) 31 days after leaving the Grand Harbour in Malta the "Castel Verde" docked at Station Peer, Port Melbourne.  More than half of the ship's passengers disembarked in Melbourne,  where a number of their relatives were waiting, but many young migrants had to board various steam trains to take them to their destinations in country centres around the State.     
Most of the young men were to be stationed across rural Victoria.  Several of them were to work in mine fields, while others were to be stationed in large farms.  The Young Migrant found himself on a  farm run by a Maltese farmer. The final part of the ship's journey was to New South Wales, were the rest of the migrants were to end their journey and leave the ship.  
"Sydney or the bush" is an old Australia adage.  All of the friends that the Young Migrant made on the trip had to board the ship again for their final journey to Sydney.  However many of these youths also faced long and exhausting train trips to the country stations as soon as they arrived in Sydney. 

 

melb2.jpg (69539 bytes) A typical Migrant work site of the time 
The Young Migrant found himself in a strange country, boardin a the bush hut ready to start work the 
next morning.  Going to work was God sent as at least he kept his mind occupied, but at night, when he
was alone, the horror of homesickness struck him hard.  Being an assoted migrant he had signed up to
stay in Australia for a minimum of two years.

 

melb2.jpg (69539 bytes) Melbourne today
More then five years later, Our Migrant settled very well in his adopted country.  he is no longer a
young and impatient youth looking for the pot of gold. Today he has a wife, children and also grandchildren.  Since leaving his homeland nearly half a century ago, evry aspect of his life has changed except for one thing.  He still regards himself as maltese and still call Malta home.

 

                                                      

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