Frank’s Kitchen Notes

I know I might be hard to follow sometimes.


Frank Archambeault once had wrote me in an e-mail that he was living not far away from Plainville. So when I planned my visit to Joe’s place three weeks ago, I wrote Frank about it. 

I figured Frank would be excited by the fact of meeting his two virtual 3rd cousins addicted to genealogy.

So here we are last Saturday morning sitting down at Liberty Diner for breakfast with our wives when Frank shows up by the door.

From that moment on, Frank could not keep from talking and talking, and excusing himself for talking too much.

Being this crazy Canuck who has been writing like crazy since 2009 about genealogy and who tries to find other people’s ancestors down in Connecticut, I could well understand all this excitement and I showed Frank a lot of empathy.

Try to imagine poor Frank cramming in 100 years or so of his ancestors’ stories and anecdotes over two eggs over easy. This was by no means a piece of cake.

So Frank kept talking and talking, drinking cup after cup of coffee… which I think did not help a wee bit…

After Frank ate his breakfast, which was most probably cold by now, all three third cousins proceeded to Joe’s place with our wives deciding instead to go shopping.


When we arrived and sat in the dinning room, Frank pulled a kitchen note out of his hat… a newspaper clipping.

It was something related to this picture, his grandparents’s wedding picture that Robin had scanned last year!

Robin? Robin Who?
She’s not even a blood relative…


Little did Frank know that he had pulled more than one kitchen’s note out of his hat.

In his kitchen’s notes, Frank had the newspaper clipping of the wedding. We had the name of the bridesmaid, which I knew of course, thanks to Robin, and also the name of the best man who was still unknown.

Frank Lagassi!

William Archambeault’s best man was his nephew Frank Lagasse Junior who was his sister’s son.

Frank Lagasse Junior, born in 1883, was the son of Sophie Archambeault and Frank Lagasse (François-Xavier Lagacé). 

You should know Sophie Archambeault by now.


Do you remember this unidentified couple from the tintype pictures Frank had sent me?

– Sophie, I am bit confused…

What about this montage?


François-Xavier Lagacé (Frank Lagasse Senior) died on January 1st, 1937, and he could well be here on this picture with two of his other sons: Edward and William.

I would go out on a limb and say that the little boy is the grandson of Frank Lagasse Senior. Alfred Lagasse was the son of Frederick Lagasse, another son of Frank Lagasse Senior.

Alfred was born around 1922 and he could be with his mother Aurore.

Frederick or Fred could be here on this other picture holding his son Alfred and having a cigar!

If I am correct, Sophie Archambeault could also be on that picture as one of the three old ladies in the back…

Finally, if I did not make a complete fool of myself, this picture could have been taken at Lake Compounce around 1927 since all these people were living around Bristol at that time.

Still confused?

I know I might be hard to follow sometimes.

I hope this will help.

I wonder if Frank is reading this having his morning cup of coffee?

3 thoughts on “Frank’s Kitchen Notes

  1. Update from Fran…

    I think the beach photos may have been taken at Hammonasset beach in Madison, Ct. The terrain is more in keeping with the dunes in Madison at the seashore. I know that my great Uncle Napoleon use to take my mother, family to the beach in Guilford or Madison. The beach area in Guilford is miniscule and mostly rocky.

  2. Hammonasset State Park
    [Journal entry for November 11, 2006] Dallas and I walked in Hammonasset State Park, located on the Connecticut coast about 20 miles east of New Haven. The park is on a peninsula that extends out into Long Island Sound. We park by large wooden pavilion, and first walked along the beach, past anglers and other people enjoying the sunny day. The water of the sound is rather clam, with only tiny waves. A sand dune facing the Sound has been eroded into a low bluff. We examine the sedimentary strata that have been exposed. Dallas points out that what appears to be a rock embedded in the sand is actually a piece of plastic foam. This dune must be a relatively recent feature. We then walked down a service road, past a salt marsh cut by wide, shallow channels. The road leads to a bit of high ground on which bushes and scrubby trees are growing. Some have colorful leaves, berries and seed pods. We can see another of these upland areas in the distance, across the marsh. It has osprey nesting platforms next to it. A small hawk takes flight as we poke around the upland. We debate the upland’s origin, whether it is natural or whether it has been created by land-filling. I favor the later explanation, because pieces of old road asphalt are scattered about on the upland’s surface. Dallas prefers the former, arguing that the asphalt was just dumped there afterward. We pass a weather station, with an aeronometer atop a low tower. We then walk over to a small tidal channel that is cutting through another sandy upland, Another small hawk takes flight as we approach. We inspect the strata where the sand has been exposed on the side of a drainage ditch. It contains some large rocks, mixed in with layers of sand and mud. We then return to the car, expecting to make some instant soup, only to discover that we have left the thermos of hot water back on our kitchen counter. About an hour.

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