I was searching everywhere for my ancestors but I had reached a dead end…
I was not going anywhere. I could not find my paternal ancestors, but I kept on looking, and looking, and looking.
I was searching for all the Lagasses I could lay my hands on.
This is where I found this Pierre Lagasse who was married to Marceline Davies.
She died in 1906 from a heart disease.
I felt like an adopted descendant.
So I got curious.
Little did I know back in 2008 that this Pierre Lagasse (I have the same name except at the end), born in 1825, was my great-great-grandfather’s brother.
He had married Marcelline David not Davies.
Looking at her death certificate I wondered who was that A. P. Lagasse, the undertaker.
I got curious some more and I found this picture on the Internet.
That was the picture of Adolphe Pierre Lagasse, the undertaker who did the embalming of his mother Marcelline David…
Then I got even more curious when I found out that Adolphe Pierre Lagasse’s brother was Idala Lagasse. This is how Idala Lagasse led me to his granddaughter Alice who was looking for her roots since 2000…
Who remembers this peasant?
Vincent Van Gogh did.
He also wanted for us to remember how people lived in the Netherlands in 1885.
What’s all this got to do with Jonathan’s ancestors?
Stay tuned. I know Jonathan will,…
I would most definitely like to see it continue on!
I have a new third cousin once removed that I will write about next week. This week someone wrote me. I had been 2 years since she had written. There was a good reason for not writing.
She is related to this Alice.
I had written about this Alice on this blog. She is NOT Michael’s birthgrandmother even if I thought at first she might have been. Alice was a very common given name in the late 1800s and early 1900s.
Point of fact…
If I write about Alice Lagasse this morning it’s because I got the green light to post this picture. It’s her son’s wedding picture shared in 2012 by one of my readers.
Frobe Caron was a third cousin once removed. He married Evelina Couet. They had at least these children.
Armand George Caron 1925 – 1997
Beatrice Phyllis Caron 1929 – 1998
If you are related, then you should write to me like Patricia did last month about the Alexandres and the Malloys.
I believe that Philomene Alexandre and Thomas Malloy are the great grandparents I have been searching for. My father was Francis J Malloy who was son of Ada Pendlebury and Thomas J Malloy. He was placed in an orphanage in 1914 so little is known about his family. Would you share any information you have.
There is a story I never told before on this blog.
How Michael met his mother?
He never did meet her, but he will soon meet his family.
In 2010 Michael wrote a message to Alice LaGasse. Alice is my sweet Alice. He probably read the posts I wrote about how I found Alice’s ancestors.
Michael wanted her help to find his birth mother. He had just a few clues: the given name Alice, the surname Lagasse, and information on his birth. Alice turned to me for help. I never thought I would have been able to help.
This is what got me started.
Michael’s birthgrandmother’s given name was there!
Alice… who was a daughter of Dennis Lagasse who died in 1922.
The rest of this story I will never tell, but I can tell you all about this one the next time we meet on this blog.
Happy birthday Dennis Lagasse IV!
People who have been reading this blog know who is Dennis the Fourth.
My distant cousin sent me this link along with this part of a message…
So someone in the family made it into Wikipedia!
How are you et al???
I am getting excited for Canada!
This is what I had written as a note to the file of Robert J. Lagasse, the brother of Harvey Louis Lagasse Jr. and Eugene Francis Lagasse.
Someone had written a message back in 2009 or 2010 and I wrote this note…
I have to check this out…
This is the message sent by Bob Lagasse.
Maybe it’s not that important after all.
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.
In genealogy there is no “Maybe it’s not that important after all.”