In Which There Are Ten

Part one of more to come…

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I started writing this blog in 2009 as a college class assignment.  I didn’t know I’d keep writing.  I didn’t have a clear purpose for the blog.  I don’t even have a fancy name.  I like the fact that the blog name still has the word “blog” in it, because, people, this is just my opinion and random facts knitted together.  If you want hard news and current events, this is not your place to be.

If you want news about cats and yarns and dead people, step right up.  And comment, please, ’cause bloggers are needy and we love comments.  Of course, out of the three, cats cause the most controversy because everyone has an opinion about cats.  Yarns, not so much.  Dead people are in a category by themselves.  If I’m not writing about your particular dead people, you just might not be interested.

Dead people stories are…

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Who ever said Start small, start slow?

I am closing this chapter in the life of Stephen Daigue who left this earth on March 2nd, 1923.

No pictures to show you, just a name on a death certificate.

Stephen Dague death certificate

That’s always the saddest part in a search for someone’s ancestor.

Disease Causing Death  Cancer of Spleen

Contributing Disease Cancer of left side of face

As a footnote to all this search for Étienne Daigle, son of Étienne Daigle and Marguerite Messier dit St-François…

 

What is above is part of my search that led me to this as I was just trying to find more clues in the Notre-Dame-du-Rosaire parish registers.

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Étienne Daigle

Le vingt huit mars mil huit cent trente nous prêtre soussigné avons baptisé Étienne né ce jour du légitime mariage de Étienne Daigle journalier du lieu et de Marguerite Messier. Le parrain a été Pierre Daigle, la marraine Charlotte Fontaine qui le père absent n’ont su signer.

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1830 Étienne Daigle zoom


How can you trust someone who said Start small, start slow?

It was worth all the efforts.

Maybe someday someone will write me and have old pictures of people he or she does not have a faintess idea who they were.