For now that is…
1852 Canadian census page in St-Mathias-sur-Richelieu, Quebec.
No. 18 Antoine Trudeau 76
No. 19 Marie Dufaut 79
To be continued…
I found her on Find a Grave…
I found her in Canada…
For your eyes only Rose…
Father’s Day ended in 1995.
My father is the 13 year-old boy on this picture. The little girl next to him is Thérèse Tremblay. She shared this precious picture in 2012 if I remember correctly.
My father died in 1995.
This is my father’s grandfather he never knew.
Stanislas Lagacé aka Dennis Lagasse died in 1927 a few months before my father was born.
My father never talked that much about his ancestors nor did his father Léo Lagacé Senior. So I guess I have to blame them for my addiction…
Speaking of addiction, I am addicted to my four grandchildren.
To set the table…
This is what she wrote on her blog if it ever disappears.
My father was an immigrant from Denmark. My mother’s ancestry is French-Canadian and Anishinaabe (aka Ojibwe or Chippewa). While I was growing up, both of them often talked about their childhood and their families. I was their only child; I soaked it all up like a sponge.
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I will tell you why…
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 have been looking for that house for 5 years now.
I live 20 minutes from Ste-Thérèse-de-Blainville, and every time I go to the old part of town I look for 55 ? Street.
I always thought that the picture was taken from street level looking up at a second story balcony.
I have just realised it could not be.
Who would allow 9 year-old Fleurette to hold a little girl on the ramp of a balcony two stories high!
Final reblog for today.
Please don’t get addicted.
I have posted something similar last year when Dennis Lagasse IV sent me more than 100 family pictures to share with you.
I know I might be hard to follow sometimes, but this is not my fault if my great-great-grandfather Stanislas Lagacé I, born in 1816, chose to name one of his sons Stanislas II, born in 1842, my great-grandfather, who, in turn, in 1864, named one of his sons Stanislas III aka Dennis Lagasse III.
Dennis Lagasse III and four of his five sons:
Napoleon Levi, Harvey, Victor Philip, Dennis III, Harry.
The guy in front is still unidentified
Dennis Lagasse III, who wrote also his name Stanislas Lagassey, was Bertha’s father.
All this to say that I believe my great-grandfather Stanislas Lagacé II aka Dennis Lagasse II was a family man and that he must have loved a lot his grandchildren just like I do.
Dennis Lagasse II…
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