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.


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.


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


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.

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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.


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.


Summer break

If must not come as a big surprise. It’s  time for a summer break on Our Ancestors, but you can still write me.

Writing feeds my frenzy about genealogy.

I always answer back whether you leave a comment on this blog or with a personal e-mail if you use this contact form.

I am just kidding folks…


Summer break…?



Another look into the past – Redux

My new found addicted reader wants to read all I wrote on this blog. I hope she will not do that. There are so many stories in there it’s mind-boggling!

Even I can’t reread them all!

There is a hard lesson to be learned here.  Some people just don’t know when to stop searching for descendants. There is an anecdote about that picture.

The man on the left in the red rectangle is the ancestor of someone I had contacted back in 2009. He told me his mother had an album of old photos. She shared a few pictures and then… dead silence. I never knew the reason even if I tried to contact her again and asked if I had done something wrong.

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Sometimes there are no reasons for a dead silence.

What about that picture? I can tell you Hector Lamothe and Ida Lagasse are there.  The man on the right in the red rectangle is Levi Napoleon Lagasse. In 2009, I knew almost nothing about Levi Napoleon until his grandson Dennis Lagasse IV wrote me and shared more than 100 old pictures.

These are just a few.

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All the other pictures are on this blog just waiting for someone to go crazy.

Another look into the past

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I have a new interested reader on this blog.

She likes old pictures. This one is part of Dennis Lagasse IV’s collection of about 100 pictures. I posted them all on this blog which has more than 700 posts.

I told my new reader she could start from the start. Somewhat brillant if she likes old pictures because I have collected a few thousands along the way.

I wrote that much so someone might find the blog and get all excited. I just have to sit and wait like a fisherman although I don’t like fishing.

Writing is what I do best beside waiting for someone to comment.

I could tell you that the man with the white hat is my great-grandfather but that might not get you all excited unless you are looking for Hector Lamothe who married Ida Lagasse who were Lucille Lamothe’s parents. Hector is on this picture also.

Lucille Lamothe

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Birth: Aug. 27, 1928
Death: Oct. 6, 2007

Lucille, of Vacation Estates Lane, passed away at her home.

She was born in Bristol, Conn. the daughter of Hector and Ida (Lagasse) LaMothe.

Lucille enjoyed spending her time solving cryptograms, crocheting and knitting, but her greatest joy was her family; her eight children, 12 grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren.

She is survived by her children, Brian Bates of Farmington, Richard Bates and wife, Vickie, of Sevierville, Tenn., Bernard D. Bates III of Farmington, Mark Bates and wife, Paula, of Livermore, Patricia Abbott of Washington State, Diane Bates of Farmington, Mary Bates of Sevierville, Tenn., and Linda Bates of Bangor. She will also be greatly missed by grandchildren, Moira Strong, Sara Couture, Jacob Bates, Ronica Smith, Danielle Bates, Rebecca Couture, Amy Littlefield, Crystal Littlefield, Garth Winslow, Eric Winslow, Collin Sweatt, Stephanie Sweatt, Jenika Kelley and Jonathan Butman; as well as her seven great-grandchildren; several nieces; nephews; and cousins.

She was predeceased by her beloved husband, Bernard D. Bates Jr.; sisters, Jeanette Taylor and Rita Creedon; and her brother William LaMothe.

My Holiest Moments

Pierre Lagacé:

You probably went through all this and never talked about it…

Originally posted on The Chatter Blog:

I’m coming clean.

The guilt of a couple of things just needs to be shed.   This may be easier said than done.  After all I do have the curse of being Irish Catholic Middle Child Oldest Daughter Guilt Syndrome.

I know that religion is very important.  I happen to love and admire the beautiful traditions of religion.  Not just mine, but many.  As an adult I can look at many different traditions and appreciate the significance, the meaning, the respect shown towards God through traditions and ceremony.


I did not always quite get it.

I’m not really claiming to get all of  it now.

But I do get that I did some things that I probably ought to fess up about.

Some are pretty innocent.  Baptism?  I don’t remember it at all.  I am pretty sure that I don’t have to.   As I got older there were…

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