Our Ancestors II – Keeping their memories alive

This is the first post on Our Ancestors II. It is now a sticky post.

I had to migrate to Our Ancestors II because I had exceeded my 3 gigabyte upload limit. But you should already know this if you are following Our Ancestors since 2009.

I found a way to post more images here. I just copy the post html code and voilà the result!

However I would suggest following also Our Ancestors II.


Most of our ancestors were just ordinary people whose names will never be found in history books.

This is why I had created Our Ancestors back in September 2009 to eventually make contact with distant relatives in the United States and Canada.

Little did I know that in September 2020 I would be contacted by Michael Meteyer, a third cousin once removed who had a lot to share.

Having written more than 1500 posts on Our Ancestors, if I want to write more about Michael’s ancestors and share old photos, I will have to write about them here on Our Ancestors II.

Next Sunday, we will go back in time to Rochester, Monroe, New York, USA…


Always feel free to contact me… It’s free!

How it all started…

I have to end Our Ancestors this way.

How I have come to write so much about our ancestors was about old pictures. This is how it all started in 2008 on the original blog I had created in French to reunite with my great-grandfather Édouard Métayer.

Little did I know that I would go back in time 12 year later and start looking for some of these distant relatives posing for a family photo taken in the mid 1930s, and trying to figure out who were these people.


This is still the picture that is hanging on the wall of my office. It was shared by my father’s cousin.

Edouard

Édouard Métayer

It was the picture of Édouard Métayer she had kept. Édouard was a fireman and he made captain in 1911. Édouard is the father of my paternal grandmother Juliette Métayer on the left with my father.

Her father Édouard died on April 2, 1928, on the eve of his 34th anniversary as a Montreal fireman. I have never met him in person. The only memory I had as a child was a framed picture of this fireman in an old apartment on Mentana Street in Montreal back in the 1950s.

It was probably similar to this one shared by my father’s cousin Thérèse Métayer.

My grandparents were living in Montreal on Mentana street in the 1950s. My grandparents were poor and I knew very little about them. My grandmother Juliette had told me that her father Édouard Métayer had died when he tried to stop his horses while responding to a fire alarm. His horses had been scared by an incoming train. Édouard died a month later. 

That’s all I knew.

At that time I was maybe seven or eight years old. Sixty-six years later, after a lot of research, I have known a bit more… well quite a lot more…

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1928

Wanting to know even more about my great-grandfather Édouard Métayer is why I started searching again for my ancestors and yours…

Next time on Our Ancestors II, I will try to find out more about who were Édouard’s relatives living in Rochester, New York in the mid 1930s…

Who do you think you are…? Final chapter?

This might be the final chapter on Our Ancestors as my 3 gigabyte upload limit for adding more images has been reached.

It would be a fitting finale for a blog I started in 2009.

My wife and I have been watching Murdoch Mysteries on Netflix.

I am a kind of a “detective”, but I don’t wear a badge. In fact I am rather an “amateur” history detective as well as an “amateur” genealogist and an “amateur” historian on Our Ancestors.

Amateur means I don’t make money with what I write on Our Ancestors about my research on our ancestors.

Looking once more at this photo shared in 2010 by my father’s cousin is a great way to reflect upon what I have been doing since 2007. 

In 2010 I knew my great-grandfather Édouard Métayer was in the back with his wife Angelina Renaud and their son Joseph, but the three men in front had not been identified.

I had guessed that Elzéar Métayer, Édouard’s father, was visiting his son accompanied by his brother François-Xavier Métayer on the right and someone else on the left.

What made senses was that Édouard had lived with his uncle François-Xavier when his stepmother Delphine Chalifour did not want him around the house when she married Édouard’s father. At least that’s what my father’s cousin told me.

Now that hypothesis seems dead wrong because of someone’s moustache…

Arthur Métayer, Elzéar’s brother, would be on the right and François-Xavier Métayer, who became Francois-Xavier Meteyer from Rochester, Monroe, New York, would be in the middle.  

I don’t have a photo of Francois-Xavier Meteyer who died in 1932, but I have something else I hope I can show you in the near future. 

To be continued…