How I met your ancestors? – Pilot Episode

How I met your ancestors?

East Bristol 1916

I could write to my children about How I met your mother?

But they already know the whole story. It’s all about a “NO” that became a “YES”.

A “NO” my wife wanted to say in June 1975 to the school principal who was phoning her about the decision she had to make.

“So Miss B…. Are you coming to teach at my school next September?”

She had reached her decision. The answer in her head was a “NO” but it came out a “YES”…

How I met your ancestors?

Stay tuned.

I know Rosh will be back next Monday.

Footnote

I was searching for an appropriate title for this post as I intend to write a series of episodes about How I met your ancestors?. I could not come up with the right expression for pilot episode.

Darn senior moments!

Darn senior moments!

I found it here.

Very interesting reading if you have time on your hands. I would read it if I were you.

If you don’t have time on your hands right now, this is the excerpt I want you to read.

Even the greatest TV shows of the modern era have suffered from bum episodes, plot threads that never led anywhere fruitful, and references that seemed fresh at the time but now come off as distractingly dated. (Remember when the characters on Arrested Development spent an entire episode on the Atkins diet?) That’s the nature of this particular beast. With exceedingly rare exceptions, scripted television is designed to be an episode-to-episode exercise in what its creators find funny, gripping, thought-provoking, and personally meaningful. Even the most meticulously plotted-out modern series can be impacted by what’s happening behind the scenes, by real-world events that bleed into the scripts, or even by the 21st-century equivalent of John Banner and Werner Klemperer being so entertaining that they demand more screen time.

The hook is important. But the hook isn’t everything. It’s mainly a way to get people to tune in, at which point what really matters is what the creators of a show do to hold the audience’s attentionSomeone once said that the person who really controls the airwaves is whatever slob happens to be standing in the right spot when the light on top of the camera turns red. But those slobs have to work fast and think on their feet, too, knowing that any moment could be the end.

Help!

I am sure that’s what Rosh will yell if she reads more than the 700 posts on this blog.

Help!

Don’t worry Rosh, that’s what friends are for.

I will use that old picture to guide you along a wonderful trip down memory lane.

Lagasse family new 2010-06-18

East Bristol circa 1916

You will find out all about “Pepere” and the people in the red rectangles.

I will also do it for myself to make sense of all this writing about dead people since 2009 on this blog.

I will be back next Monday.

Footnote

I hope readers read the comment section. If you are not then you are missing a lot.

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Love all of this history.  It brings back some memories for me.  The man in the picture with the white hat is also my great-grandfather.  Love it.  Hector and Ida were my mothers Uncle/Aunt.  Ida was my grandmothers sister.  I remember as a little girl visiting with Hector and Ida both at their home and family gatherings.  Great memories, thanks for sharing.  I look forward to your posts.

Donna

I want to be famous…

Sorry to be reflecting again on this Father’s Day.

This is what motivates people both in life and in death.

To be recognized in life by their peers.

Moi, moi, moi…

Perfectly normal to do so unless you use mean ways to do it.

It must have happen in your lifetime. Like when you were two years-old. I never knew about the “terrible two” although I turned 65 in December and that I am now a proud grandfather of two wonderful grandchildren with two more in the very near future.

Child development stages describe theoretical milestones of child development, some of which asserted as nativist theories.

This article is based on a general model based on the most widely accepted developmental stages. However, it is important to understand that there is wide variation in terms of what is considered “normal,” driven by a wide variety of genetic, cognitive, physical, family, cultural, nutritional, educational, and environmental factors. Many children will reach some or most of these milestones at different times from the norm. It is important to keep in mind that even a tiny baby is a person. Holistic development sees the child in the round, as a whole person – physically, emotionally, intellectually, socially, morally, culturally and spiritually. Learning about child development involves studying patterns of growth and development, from which guidelines for ‘normal’ development are drawn up. Developmental norms are sometimes called milestones- they describe the recognised pattern of development that children are expected to follow. Each child will develop in a unique way; however, using norms helps in understanding these general patterns of development while recognising the wide variation between individuals. This page talks mostly about the development of the English language during the language sections. (Wikipedia)

Read more…

We always learn new things in life whether we are two or sixty-five. I am just glad I have learned about the terrible two.

So have I been writing that much on this blog to be famous? A famous amateur genealogist? A famous blogger? A famous grandfather? I am still pondering about it.

I know you should also.

So what about having a Grandfather’s Day some of these days?

Is your ancestor famous?

Rosh has to be proud of her famous ancestor Nicolas Marsolet.

I know I would be if I was Rosh since I am myself a proud descendant of Jean Nicolet.

Jean_Nicolet

Bonjour!

Nicolas Marsolet confronted Champlain who wanted to…

Well you have read about it haven’t you?

Champlain has been immortalized in so many ways here in Quebec. A lake, a town, a county…

He even has his own bridge which is falling apart.

This being said, read this about another famous person,  but only after breakfast.

Columbus Day will never be the same.

Time for a nice warm bowl of oatmeal!

Footnote

I found this on the Internet. I am just sharing it…for the moment that is.

 

Descendants of Nicolas Marsolet and Marguerite De Planes

Generation No. 1

1.  NICOLAS1 MARSOLET was born in Rouen, Normandy, France, and died in France.  He married MARGUERITE DE PLANES.  She was born in France, and died in France.

Child of NICOLAS MARSOLET and MARGUERITE DE PLANES is:
2.    i.    NICOLAS2 MARSOLET, b. 1601, St. Agnan de Rouen, France; d. May 15, 1677, Quebec QC.

Generation No. 2

2.  NICOLAS2 MARSOLET (NICOLAS1) was born 1601 in St. Agnan de Rouen, France, and died May 15, 1677 in Quebec QC.  He married MARIE LA BARBIDE 1637 in Rouen , Normandy, France, daughter of HENRI LA BARBIDE and MARIE LE VILLAIN.  She was born 1619 in Rouen, Normandy, France, and died February 21, 1688 in Quebec, QC.

Notes for NICOLAS MARSOLET:
When Samuel de Champlain set out on his second colonization voyage from France to the New World in 1613 he carried with him on this adventure a young boy named Nicolas Marsolet who was twelve years of age.

A common practice during the very early days in New France was to assign a boy to live with the Indian tribes to learn the language and customs of the natives.  He would then serve as a guide and interpreter for the French to assist in the fur trade.  Nicolas Marsolet filled this role and became proficient in the Algonquin and Montaigne (a member of the Innu people living in the barrens between Hudson’s Bay and the Labrador coast)  languages.

In 1628 the Kirke brothers, three young Englishmen in search of adventure and somewhat curious about what the French were doing in America, came to anchor in Tadoussac Bay.  They found French supply ships in the bay and captured several of them.  They were so loaded with booty and prisoners that they had to forego their trip to Quebec so they sailed back to England with their prizes.  As no supply ships arrived, Champlain and his settlers at Quebec endured severe hardships that winter.

The following year,1629, the Kirke brothers returned.  One stayed at Tadoussac and the other two proceeded up river to Quebec with a nicely worded letter to Champlain.  The letter stated that they intended to have Quebec and they would much prefer not to put him to too much inconvenience, would he be good enough to hand over the fort without fighting and they would be treated well.  Champlain took the more discreet course and surrendered the city.   The first conquest of Quebec was a simple matter,

Nicolas surrendered to the Kirke brothers.  He later reported to French authorities that he was forced to stay with the English to serve as interpreter so that more furs could be obtained from the Indians.  Champlain and about two thirds of the colonists returned to France.  The English sailed back to Tadoussac loaded with furs and booty.  When all the ships were mustered they proceeded on the  return journey to England taking Nicolas with them. The following year  Quebec was handed back to the French after a treaty was signed between France and England.

Nicolas eventually made his way from England to his home in France then back to the new world to continue his involvement in the fur trade.  Over time he acquired several large tracks of land (seigneuries).  He went  to France where he met and married Marie La Barbide in 1637.  Nicolas was 36 years at the time and his new bride was 18.  On returning to New France He went to live in his seigneury near Quebec City, known as Marsolet Prairie.  They raised a large family including a daughter Louise who is the forth great grandmother of Pierre McCraw.

Nicolas died in Quebec City on May 15, 1677  Following his death Marie La Barbide married  Denis Lemaitre, a tailor by occupation, on May 8, 1681 in Quebec City.  Maire Died on February 21, 1688.

Children of NICOLAS MARSOLET and MARIE LA BARBIDE are:
3.    i.    LOUISE3 MARSOLET, b. May 17, 1640, Quebec, QC.
ii.    MARIE MARSOLET, m. D’AMOUR.
iii.    GENEVIEVE MARSOLET, m. MICHEL GUYON.
iv.    MADELAINE MARSOLET, m. FRANCOIS GUYON.
v.    JEAN MARSOLET, m. MAGUERITE COUTURE, February 09, 1680.

Generation No. 3

3.  LOUISE3 MARSOLET (NICOLAS2, NICOLAS1) was born May 17, 1640 in Quebec, QC.  She married JEAN LEMIRE October 20, 1653 in Quebec, QC, son of MATHURIN LEMIRE and JEANNE BOUVIER.  He was born 1626 in St. Vivier de Rouen, Normandy, France, and died October 05, 1684 in Quebec, QC.

Child of LOUISE MARSOLET and JEAN LEMIRE is:
4.    i.    JEAN4 LEMIRE.

Generation No. 4

4.  JEAN4 LEMIRE (LOUISE3 MARSOLET, NICOLAS2, NICOLAS1)  He married FRANCOISE FOUCAULT February 05, 1701 in Three Rivers, QC, daughter of JEAN FOUCAULT and ELIZABETH PROVOST.

Child of JEAN LEMIRE and FRANCOISE FOUCAULT is:
5.    i.    RENE5 LEMIRE.

Generation No. 5

5.  RENE5 LEMIRE (JEAN4, LOUISE3 MARSOLET, NICOLAS2, NICOLAS1)  He married MADELAINE GELINA January 07, 1736 in Yamachiche, QC, daughter of PIERRE GELINAS and MADELINE BOURBEAU.

Child of RENE LEMIRE and MADELAINE GELINA is:
6.    i.    MADELEINE6 LEMIRE.

Generation No. 6

6.  MADELEINE6 LEMIRE (RENE5, JEAN4, LOUISE3 MARSOLET, NICOLAS2, NICOLAS1)  She married JOSEPH LUPIEN November 04, 1758 in Contract Rigaud, QC, son of JEAN LUPIEN and MARIE FAFARD.

Child of MADELEINE LEMIRE and JOSEPH LUPIEN is:
7.    i.    ROSE7 LUPIEN.

Generation No. 7

7.  ROSE7 LUPIEN (MADELEINE6 LEMIRE, RENE5, JEAN4, LOUISE3 MARSOLET, NICOLAS2, NICOLAS1)  She married ANTOINE GILBERT October 04, 1784 in Maskinonge, QC, son of ANTOINE GILBERT and LOUISE PLANTE.

Child of ROSE LUPIEN and ANTOINE GILBERT is:
8.    i.    PELAGIE8 GILBERT, b. St. Cuthbert. QC.

Generation No. 8

8.  PELAGIE8 GILBERT (ROSE7 LUPIEN, MADELEINE6 LEMIRE, RENE5, JEAN4, LOUISE3 MARSOLET, NICOLAS2, NICOLAS1) was born in St. Cuthbert. QC.  She married ALEXANDER MCCRAW January 14, 1820 in St. Cuthbert, QC, son of DUNCAN MACRA and BARBARA FRASER.  He was born January 19, 1793 in Sorel, QC.

Notes for ALEXANDER MCCRAW:

The baptisim register of Christs Church(Anglican) at William Henry lists the following:
January 28 1793 —  Alexander, son of Duncan & Barbara McCraw born 19th ins. : Spon. Mrs O.    McLeach and his father.

Census records of 1871 for district 156, Somerset, Megantic County lists Henry (Honore) McCraw, Scot, farmer, age 38, his wife Adele and five childred, the youngest boy and girl are twins.  Also living with them is Henry’s father Alexander, age 78 and his nephew Telesphore, age 14.

The same census shows Alexander’s son Alexis George living on the adjacent farm with his family.

Children of PELAGIE GILBERT and ALEXANDER MCCRAW are:
i.    ADELAIDE9 MCCRAW, b. January 21, 1821, St. Cuthbert,  Que.
ii.    PIERRE MCCRAW, b. August 21, 1822, St. Cuthbert, QC.; d. April 17, 1864, St. Paul de Chester, QC.; m. MARGUERITE ROSE LAURENDEAU, November 25, 1845, Plessesville, QC.; b. Que.; d. August 16, 1913, St. Jean Baptiste, MB..
iii.    ALEXIS GEORGE MCCRAW, b. April 17, 1824, St. Cuthbert. Que.; m. EUPHROSINE ROUSSEAU, July 20, 1847, Plessesville, Que.; b. 1818.
iv.    JOSEPH MCCRAW, b. March 25, 1825, St. Cuthbert. Que..
v.    LOUIS CHRISTOPHE MCCRAW, b. April 01, 1826, St. Cuthbert. Que.; m. ROSE DE LIMA CAMIRE, January 22, 1850, Plessesville, Que..
vi.    JEAN MCCRAW, b. October 28, 1827, St. Cuthbert. Que..
vii.    WILLIAM MCCRAW, b. June 23, 1829, St. Cuthbert. Que..
viii.    JACQUES MCCRAW, b. March 08, 1832, St. Cuthbert, Que.; m. ESTHER BELLEAU, October 20, 1873.
ix.    HONORE MCCRAW, b. July 03, 1833, St. Cuthbert, QC.; d. Lewiston, Me., U.S.A.; m. ADELE FILION, July 15, 1862, Laurieville, Que..

Notes for HONORE MCCRAW:
After moving with his family to Lewiston Me in the 1880’s his name translated into American English became Henry McGraw and his descendants continue to use this spelling of the sir name.  In Henry’s obiturary he is reported to have 22 children. At this time we can only account for 13 children plus his nephew Telesphore William McCrea who was sent to live with his uncle Henry at the age of 8 after his father died in 1864.

x.    EDWARD MCCRAW, b. May 24, 1835, St. Cuthbert, QC.; m. SOPHIE GOULET, October 27, 1857, Plessesville, QC..
xi.    MARY LEOCADIE MCCRAW, b. St. Barthelemy, QC..
xii.    GENEVIEVE MCCRAW, b. St. Barthelemy,  Que.
xiii.    CHARLES MCCRAW, b. Plessisville, Que.

Being famous…

Some people will do anything to be famous.

To get their 15 minutes of fame.

It’s not my cup of tea.

I don’t have to be famous to get recognition.

You don’t have to be famous also to get some here on this blog.

In fact it’s the first criteria.

This is why I created this award.

Teacher's Pet Awards

Meeting beautiful minds out there on cyberspace has been the most precious gift I have received since I started writing blogs in 2008. It was about a recollection I had: a picture of a great-grandfather.

Édouard Métayer

I hope you have enjoyed some posts of my first two bloggers I have given that award.

I have many more in store for you.

All are picked at random as I wash the dishes. My wife cooks and I wash the dishes. She uses a lot of dishes and I have a lot of recollections from which I select one.

It does not matter if I am rich and famous.

In fact I am none of those.

Just a compulsive blogger who can’t stop washing dishes and having recollections.

See you next Monday for the 3rd Teacher’s Pet Awards.

Intermission

What!

Intermission?

Where did I get this funny idea about an intermission on this blog?

Who needs an intermission on Our Ancestors?

Maybe Judi needs a little intermission before the next Mission Impossible mission: going on the search from Abraham Duby…

mission impossible

Mr. Phelps got another message…

Soap operas on TV have been keeping people sitting on the edge of their sofas since the early sixties.

The 60s, that’s when I got hooked on Mission Impossible and secretly fell in love with Barbara Bain.

mission-impossible

I was around 18 and I would never miss an episode.

So in a sense this blog is a sequel to the Mission Impossible episodes I was intensely watching.

But where did I get this idea of intermissions?

A fellow blogger whom at first I thought was a he.

She was a she!

Not that it did matter to me because she writes beautifully about her father a paratrooper in the Pacific during WWII. Now she writes posts she titles intermission stories before going back in time.

That’s where I got the idea of letting the world know about some of the best bloggers in the world in my book. Let’s say a kind of blog awards bloggers sometimes find in their comment sections.

I don’t have time to fill out all the required information, and I don’t believe in awards.

I don’t even watch the Oscars.

So what about the best blogs around?

Next Monday Intermission (1)

Laying bridges

That’s mainly my mission on this blog.

Finding how to connect people to lost ancestors with just your few clues like the story of Calisto Who.

mission impossible

 

Then after the mission is accomplished I say farewell. Not that I don’t want to help anymore, but the fun part is finding all by yourself.

I am not a selfish person and I don’t want to have all the fun.

The irony in all this is that I always find new ancestors when I help people. A case in point, Judi’s distant ancestor Michel Messier is also one of my ancestors.

Michel Messier’s story is worth reading.

Both in English and in French.

My mission is just to strike the match that will lead you to find more about your ancestors…

mission match

The rest is up to you…

Easy to get addicted

Very easy to get addicted to this blog when you find it.

What is harder is to read all the previous 701 posts I wrote on Our Ancestors which is the English version of Nos ancêtres, a blog originally written in French which has more than 1222 posts and counting.

You would have a much clearer picture of why I have been writing so much about “dead” people.

So if you get addicted to this blog don’t blame me for not having warned you.

Émile et Julia

He warned you you know…

Footnote

I was not supposed to write until next Monday, but I guess I am addicting to writing.

No use fighting it I guess.

A note I had left behind…

This is what I had written as a note to the file of Robert J. Lagasse, the brother of Harvey Louis Lagasse Jr. and Eugene Francis Lagasse.

Someone had written a message back in 2009 or 2010 and I wrote this note…

I have to check this out…

This is the message sent by Bob Lagasse.

Maybe it’s not that important after all.

If he lived in the North End of Bristol he has to be your Lagasse

Mid-afternoon on Dec. 7, 1941, I was playing hide and seek with a group of kids from the neighborhood in the north end of Bristol when someone interrupted the game to tell us that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. “Where’s Pearl Harbor?” I asked. “In Hawaii,” they replied. Being that I was a knowledgeable 10-year-old and had studied geography, I summed up the situation quickly. “Did you ever see how small Japan is, compared to us?” I questioned. “We’ll beat ‘em in a few weeks,” I analyzed. As I was saying this I was thinking, “If they mess around with my brother, he’ll show ‘em.” I quickly ran home and dashed up the stairs to see if everyone knew of the news. As I looked into the living room, it was obvious that they had. Mom was seated and crying and Dad was consoling her. The radio was on giving the accounts of what was known at that time, which was sketchy and often unconfirmed.

The main concern for Mom’s world was that her son was in the Army in Camp Blanding, Fla., and the one-year training commitment would now become a war requirement for an undetermined period. Although Dad was saying all the right words to Mom, it appeared to me that his heart wasn’t really in it. He was less visibly upset than Mom, but I believe that he was more deeply concerned, having World War I experience to call on. It was an anxious, wait-and-see environment for many years to come.

Bob Lagasse

Bristol

In genealogy there is no “Maybe it’s not that important after all.”

Scary isn’t?

Post No. 690

I just hope Judi isn’t scared away from this blog.

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I am a very normal person.

Just a tad compulsive about genealogy, old pictures, and writing. I also have a little sense of humor to go along.

I don’t take life or death too seriously.

This search for my ancestors led to Our Ancestors. This whole story started back in 2007 when my brother paid me a little visit and  brought along some old pictures.

 

That’s when I got hooked on genealogy!

You could read this blog from the start if you want, but you don’t have to.

You would be missing a lot of great stories about great people I have met since September 2009 when I created this English version of my original blog about genealogy I had started to write in French back in January 2008.

Reading a post a day on this blog would take you almost two years.

Reading the French one would take you almost four years.

Scary isn’t…

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