Back to square one…?

Not quite to square one.

Remember this couple I was talking about last Monday?

I thought in 2009 that they were the newly-weds in a picture taken around 1910 in Marlborough, Massachusetts.

I still thought so until Wednesday night when someone sent me a picture.

Here’s the “big picture” of this big picture.

I thought in 2009 that this picture had been taken in 1910.

Think again because someone told me that her relatives had this picture also.

It was taken probably on April 14, 1909 when Bernadette Levasseur, sister of Ida Levasseur, married Joseph Phaneuf.

The woman I had identified as Bernadette Hogue is probably Bernadette Levasseur.

Is this what they will call a soap opera in the future?

 

Look at this picture someone sent me.

Joseph Brière’s family

It does not belong to her.

She found it on Ancestry.

I still don’t have permission to use it, but I think you will understand why I am posting it.

 

Compare with this…

1909, Marlborough, Massachusetts

 

And this montage…



I will try to get permission to post the picture I posted without permission.

Then, I will tell you more, a whole lot more next Monday.

Joseph Brière’s family

I am not much into muscle cars…

Who says genealogy has to be boring and roots searching is dumb…?

Not me, not Jim, and certainly not Ron.

I have been digging a lot lately

Here goes

409

I am not much into muscle cars… but I love this song and I often sing it with my daughter when we go out for a ride…

I don’t own a 409…

Ready for snow tires…

Click here… and sing along

She’s real fine my 409
She’s real fine my 409
My 409

Well I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes
(giddy up giddy up 409)
For I knew there would be a time
(giddy up giddy up 409)
When I would buy a brand new 409
(409, 409)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 40…

Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409
409 ooooo

This one also…

Little deuce coupe, you don’t know
you don’t know what I got

Well, I’m not braggin’, babe,
so don’t put me down.
But I’ve got the fastest
set of wheels in town.
When something comes up to me
he don’t even try,
cos if it had a set of wings, man,
I know she could fly.

They don’t make cars like they use to anymore.

They don’t write song lyrics like they use to anymore.

My daughter reads my blog and she loves it as much as she loves her dad. I love her too.

For more info on the 409, click here.

Ron… This one is for you!

Hey Pierre, I found another root…

Only Ron clicks here.

Allright Jim… You can click too.

Manitoban with roots deep in New France

I’m not a big fan of the Beach Boys, but their music makes me vibrate.

Don’t know why?

Must be in my genes.

My uncle Jean-Louis Lagacé had a 1958 Cadillac DeVille Convertible, but that’s not a muscle car.

I still see it in my memories as a child.

I am more a Camaro guy type but I don’t have the money. Genealogy is less expensive.

They don’t make car commercials like they use to anymore.

You like Camaros?

Click here.

I won’t argue with Ron being a Corvette type guy especially when he operates his bulldozer.

Last one…?

Promise…

Hey is this a blog about genealogy or not?

Of course…

Just having a good time with two guys who found their roots here in Quebec and are getting around…

Having a hard time with some lyrics…?

Round round get around
I get around
Yeah
Get around round round I get around
I get around
Get around round round I get around
My kind o’ town
Get around round round I get around
I’m a real cool head
Get around round round I get around
I’m makin’ real good bread

I’m gettin’ bugged driving up and down this same old strip
I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip

My buddies and me are getting real well known
Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone

I get around
Get around round round I get around
My kind o’ town
Get around round round I get around
I’m a real cool head
Get around round round I get around
I’m makin’ real good bread
Get around round round I get around
I get around
Round
Get around round round oooo
Wah wa ooo
Wah wa ooo
Wah wa ooo

We always take my car cause it’s never been beat
And we’ve never missed yet with the girls we meet

None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn’t be right
To leave their best girl home now on Saturday night

I get around
Get around round round I get around
My kind o’ town
Get around round round I get around
I’m a real cool head
Get around round round I get around
I’m makin’ real good bread
Get around round round I get around
I get around
Round
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Round round get around
I get around
Yeah
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Wah wa ooo
Get around round round I get around
Oooo ooo ooo
Get around round round I get around
Ahh ooo ooo
Get around round round I get around
Ahh ooo ooo
Get around round round I get around
Ahh ooo ooo

Never could figure some lyrics…

My kind o’ town
Get around round round I get around
I’m a real cool head
Get around round round I get around
I’m makin’ real good bread

Now I can.

Now for something completely different..

Click above

We all mellow when we grow old.

Watch out in the mirror for this one

I usually post an article only on Mondays.

But Ron is having so much fun in Southern Ontario while I am digging out from the latest snowstorm here in Ste-Anne-des-Plaines that…

Here goes…

Ron wrote me about Jim’s cars.


Pierre,

Send this picture to your friend Jim if you can?

Tell him Depatie says to watch out in the mirror for this one

Lol…

Ron

Black Beauty

Muscle car collection begins as an interest
becomes a hobby
continues as a vocation
takes over as an obsession
and in its last stages
is an incurable disease…

just like genealogy

Muscle cars…?



Catch me if you can sonny…

See you tomorrow for the big finale…

Jim’s cars

Jim L’Esperance’s son asked me something last week…

Pierre,
I am sending you some pictures of me with my old car I built. There are a couple with me standing beside the car. Is it possible for you to put one of those pictures on your site I just signed up for.
I am not great with these computors and I do not know how.

Jim

Jim has been so generous with his father’s pictures that I use on my blog Lest We Forget that I can’t refuse that small favour.

So here goes…

Ahead one-third sort of.

Click on each image for a full view.






 

 

 



He also sent me this…

It’s a poster with some of the cars he owned.

Now Jim knows how generous I can be…

Now Jim is as well-known on Internet as his father Jim.

Lest We Forget.


Genealogy begins as an interest

Genealogy begins as an interest
becomes a hobby
continues as a vocation
takes over as an obsession
and in its last stages
is an incurable disease.

Quite true.

This picture had haunted me back in 2009 and was still haunting me just a few days ago.


I am not even closely related to these people.

So you see how genealogy can become an incurable disease…

I just had to know.

So I started writing this blog which is the English version of this one.

I thought I had found who this couple was.

I always thought that Bernadette was Jean-Marie Hogue’s daughter because she was living with him in 1900 according to the 1900 U.S. Census.

The Hogues’ ancestors lived in Sainte-Anne-des-Plaines back in the 1800s. Since I live there, I got interested in this family.

As so many French-Canadians, some Hogues emigrated to the United States to work in factories just like my Lagacé ancestors did.

900,000 French-Canadians emigrated although some came back like my grandfather Léo Lagacé Senior.

Jean-Marie Hogue did not come back and died in Malborough, Massachusetts, in 1920.


Everything is on his obituary card.

I have searched for this family since 2009 and now a descendant had helped me to identify the groom and the bride.


Bernadette is her given name but her surname is Levasseur and not Hogue.

Her mother, Melodie Hogue, who was Jean-Marie Hogue III’s sister, died in 1895 when Bernadette was only four years-old. I figure that Jean-Marie adopted her niece because her father Orphir Levasseur who was still living in 1895 could not take care of her little daughter for whatever reason.

Orphir Levasseur died in 1906, so when Bernadette Levasseur married Joseph Phaneuf on April 14, 1909, Jean-Marie was the one served as the father of the bride.

Now all the pieces of the puzzle are fitting into the right spot.

At least that’s where we are right now.

Bernadette Levasseur and Joseph Brière had a least two sons according to the person who wrote me. She is related to Bernadette Levasseur by this woman.

I will tell you more next Monday.

There is so much to tell about this couple just looking at this picture.

Remember when I said…

Not to jump to conclusions in this article…

Well I did just that with that picture in 2009.

Now it’s haunting me and giving someone a headache in the U.S.


April in Marlborough, Massachusetts

I was assuming that Jean-Marie Hogue III had married his daughter Bernadette.

Well I think I was… dead wrong.

Before jumping again to conclusions I will wait for my new found reader to digest all that I found yesterday.

I don’t want to appear like a nut.

 

On the other hand, with all this searching around, I found that Jean-Marie Hogue III had two other sisters: Mélodie and Marie-Louise.

Mélodie Hogue was born in 1851.

Mélodie Hogue married Orphir Levasseur on December 25th. 1876 in Montreal.


She is probably the bride’s mother…

- Joseph, my beloved husband, I think this guy is nuts…

- Don’t jump to conclusions Bernadette
Stand still and watch the birdie…

Marie-Louise Hogue was born on January 5, 1854. She died 23 days later.

Genealogy begins as an interest
becomes a hobby
continues as a vocation
takes over as an obsession
and in its last stages
is an incurable disease.