Then you just have to write me and I will make you famous on my blog just like I did with Dennis Lagasse.
Dennis Lagasse aka Stanislas Lagacé II
Denis Lagasser was just an old man in the 1920 U.S census. 77, a carpenter… a jober. He was living on Lake Street on the corner of Dewey.
His son Dennis Lagassey was living next door.
You know all about Dennis Lagasse II and his son Dennis Lagasse III don’t you?
Denis Lagasser (Dennis Lagasse II) was the brother of Philomène Lagasse.
Philomène is also the old lady sitting with her two daughters Agnes and Mary. The young lady is Sylvia Bleau, daughter of Agnes Alexandre and David Bleau. The old lady was probably a widow when this picture was taken since her husband had died in 1914. He would be on pictures taken from that time frame.
Since I have none then…
So the caption about 1913 could be wrong. I have no idea. Dates are important but not that much unless you have them. People are.
I go crazy about people and old pictures.
This is why I got all excited when Patricia wrote last month and then later got all excited about what she had found on her new found extended family.
This is also why all this excitement lead me to write post 785.
I will see you next Monday.
This picture might never have seen the light of day if not for the Internet. My distant cousin Joe had it in his collection of old pictures. Joe had a lot of old pictures and most were unknown people to him like these women you see here.
That was back in 2010.
Four years later Patricia can see her great-great-grandmother Philomene Lagasse in the middle.
Post 781, that’s a lot isn’t?
I just hope you don’t think I’m a kook looking for these women’s descendants…
Patricia, I think your great-grandmother Philomene Alexandre is at 2 o’clock.
I have been asking myself that question for a long long time.
Why am I writing so much about our ancestors, yours and mine?
Why this obsession for going back in time?
Why all that excitement when I found out lately that I was a proud descendant of Kinogenini, an Ojibwe woman born in Lac du Flambeau around 1750, the daughter of Mentosaky and Pemynany.
Kinogenini, the great-great grandmother of my great-grandfather Stanislas.
Why have you been reading this blog since I don’t know how long?
Sometimes there is no answer… unless you get all excited about what I have just read.
I don’t know if his descendants will join me, but Stanislas is turning 172 years-old today.
9 August 1842 – 5 June 1927
Born a Leo, he must have been a proud man.
Few readers know that I got interested in astrology when I was turning 18 in the mid sixties.
Astrology was a big thing then and I got curious.
Reading about Capricorns I felt the description did not fit me.
Capricorns were said to be tall and thin.
At around 300 pounds I was not that thin although I was 5 feet 10 inches tall. Anyway I got curious, and when I get curious I tend to get overboard. I started by making my astrology chart using ephemeris.
Lo and behold I had five planets in Capricorn!
Sun, Jupiter, Moon, Mercury and Mars.
I got more curious. My rising sign was Scorpio which makes people curious…
I know Rosh is.
Can you spot Stanislas on this picture?
Found on Astrodienst Website, a quick description of Stanislas’ astral chart.
If born in the morning…
Sun in Leo, Moon in Virgo
You were born with the Sun in Leo and the Moon in Virgo. Internally, Leo has a fiery, ardent, and overpowering psychological makeup. The predominantly Leonian individual is dignified, proud, commanding, powerful, and magnanimous. These qualities are not very well expressed in terms of the personality, because the Moon in Virgo introduces a different influence; it restrains these characteristics, emphasizing your more practical side, such as performing services for others. These qualities conflict with the Leonian, and unless you somehow attempt to harmonize your internal self with your personality role you will be an unhappy person. Notice that though internally you burn with the desire for authority and power, the role of the Virgo is that of service and a subordinate position. The only area in which Virgo and Leo do agree is that Leo gives tremendous clarity and perspective concerning the pride, emotions, and ideas of other people, while Virgo gives an analytical capacity which facilitates deep comprehension. Virgo inhibits the natural traits of a predominantly Leonian individual, causing you to occupy a lower position in life and to be subjected to much snubbing. Others see you as a person who does not want to take the lead in all matters (although you secretly harbor the desire to do just that). You are attentive, careful, and observant. Outwardly, you are pure in love and sexual matters, but inwardly, you have a devouring passion. Try to harmonize the power of Leo with the cleverness of Virgo, and you will have total success, both in material concerns and in your relationships with others.
If born after 12 o’clock
Sun in Leo, Moon in Libra
You were born with the Sun in Leo and the Moon in Libra. This is an excellent combination, which gives you good taste, sociability, and the ability to take on authority when necessary. Your inner psychological nature is proud, dignified, commanding, powerful, and very strong-willed. You have natural leadership and a sense of creativeness. You are generous and faithful and can be trusted. The key words to your individuality or inner life are nobility, clarity, and faithfulness. You are very vital and quick. Inwardly you often feel unappreciated, because you expect from others the same frank treatment which you give to them. You tend to do everything on a rather grand scale. Fortunately, your personality comes under the rulership of the Moon in Libra, which channels these traits and makes them more suited to real life. Others view you essentially as an easy-going person who desires company and who knows how to create a pleasant atmosphere. In love you are very charming and successful but somewhat unstable. You have within you the power and the ability to make the Libran qualities more profound and to soften your innate rougher traits. The result will be a better-integrated being.
I am not going to post the picture of my second cousin Lionel with his son Dennis going over the old family album, but I can tell you Lionel Lagasse has his 82th birthday today. I got a notification from Facebook last week.
Lionel was instrumental in a series of articles I wrote about the Lagasses. He had kept more than 100 old family pictures all those years. His pictures led me to Donna whose mother Doris is seen here holding Donna. Her great-grandmother Amanda Ménard is the woman sitting and her grandmother Odna is on the left.
Donna’s private collection
Donna is also now an interested reader of this blog and I met her at Joe’s place last year. She has also shared with me what she knew about her mother and her ancestors.
August 6th is a date Donna remembers all too well.
I don’t have to say more.
Donna’s private collection
Robert Ritchie – On eternal patrol since August 6th, 1945
If you click on the link, you will find this comment in the comment section.
This is how Donna found me in the first place.
Thank you for this blog. Odna Ritchie was my grandmother. My mother Doris was the youngest of her 6 children. William and Robert were the Uncles I never got to meet. My mother talked of them often.
How I met your ancestors?
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?
I know Rosh will be back next Monday.
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 attention. Someone 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.