Ron, are you still following me?

Thank you very much for your reply. Yes, there are several Jacque Despaties and I should have been more specific. My 2nd great-grandfather was born on 18 February 1825; he married Elmire Therrien on 23 July 1844 and passed away on 14 January 1892; all events having taken place in Quebec. After Elmire’s death, Jacque subsequently married her younger sister Angelique, on 3 June 1886. Again, thank you for response.

The Best Man

I have searched hard to know who the best man was on that wedding picture…

Myra Alexandre's and William Archambault's wedding picture

Then I got some help from Joe I think, or was it from Frank? The information was on a newspaper clipping dated 1902.

This is the wedding picture of Myra Alexander and William Archambeault.

In 2009 I knew nothing about these people. Little by little my search led me to distant cousin Joe and distant cousin Frank.

The best man was Frank Lagasse. His name changed to Francis Elie Lagase.

A few hours ago his granddaughter found my blog, but she does not know how much I know about her mother’s ancestors, and how I love to share what I know.

I wished I had their wedding picture instead of a headstone.

Francis E La Gase

Francis Elie Lagase

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Francis Elie Lagase – LifeStory

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Cousin Joe

I think cousin  Joe sent me this a  few years  back. It was about a man called Bob.


If he lived in the North End of Bristol he has to be your Lagasse

Mid-afternoon on Dec. 7, 1941, I was playing hide and seek with a group of kids from the neighborhood in the north end of Bristol when someone interrupted the game to tell us that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. “Where’s Pearl Harbor?” I asked. “In Hawaii,” they replied. Being that I was a knowledgeable 10-year-old and had studied geography, I summed up the situation quickly. “Did you ever see how small Japan is, compared to us?” I questioned. “We’ll beat ’em in a few weeks,” I analyzed. As I was saying this I was thinking, “If they mess around with my brother, he’ll show ’em.” I quickly ran home and dashed up the stairs to see if everyone knew of the news. As I looked into the living room, it was obvious that they had. Mom was seated and crying and Dad was consoling her. The radio was on giving the accounts of what was known at that time, which was sketchy and often unconfirmed.

The main concern for Mom’s world was that her son was in the Army in Camp Blanding, Fla., and the one-year training commitment would now become a war requirement for an undetermined period. Although Dad was saying all the right words to Mom, it appeared to me that his heart wasn’t really in it. He was less visibly upset than Mom, but I believe that he was more deeply concerned, having World War I experience to call on. It was an anxious, wait-and-see environment for many years to come.

Bob Lagasse


To Heck With New York, I Am Off To Texas

We have all been there haven’t we?

Moore Genealogy

Left to right Minnie O'Brien in the dark dress, and Irene Harris Fesette in the white dress. Left to right Minnie O’Brien in the dark dress, and Irene Harris Fesette in the white dress.

The title is a paraphrase of the Davy Crockett quote after he lost his election to Congress in his home state of Tennessee and then headed off to Texas and everlasting fame. In this case, it is four people related by blood and marriage who have been kept in a box for decades making the journey. Well, at least their picture is.

Genealogy research can be very frustrating and sometimes downright nasty. We all work long hours on our family history many times without results or recognition from our family. So I guess we should not be surprised when we do research that is unasked for that people can be indifferent and downright impolite. The reason for the research was so I could return two photographs to the family. The pictures of Bertha…

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A Jazz Age Baby

Interesting post with lovely baby pictures

Envisioning The American Dream

Vintage photo baby 1926 A Bastille Day Baby 1926

In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of  Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother.

A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age babe would have turned 90 today.

Life Magazine July 1, 1926 Life Magazine July 1, 1926

Smack dab in the middle of the roaring twenties, eight years had passed since the end of the Great war and Americans were ready for fun. Our president, Silent Cal was keeping mum as  the economy skyrocketed. Consuming goods as never before, folks were running down to Florida in get-rich-quick schemes, while Miss Texas Guineas, the boop-boop-de-doop speakeasy girl beckoned us “to live it up.”

There was no better time to be born.

Betty would be the beneficiary of modern science and technology providing a safer and  cleaner world than the previous generation. Worries about…

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Why are we searching for our ancestors?

Post no.1080

I am always thinking about stopping you know.

Why are we searching for our ancestors?

To link past generations to future generations…

At least this is what I have been doing since 2008, first on Nos ancêtres, a blog written in French, then this one you are reading right now.

I always reflect upon what I am doing here writing post after post after post on “dead” people.

Just linking past generations to present generations so they will in turn share what they know to future generations…

The problem is getting the right ancestors which is  not  always easy.