Monthly Archives: October 2010
I have mentioned before the family history on my mother’s side and ancestors arriving in the new world in 1665. I find tracing family roots very interesting, giving identity to who we are… because we are made up of all those who came before us, physically and spiritually.
Recently we received a translation (parts were in French) of some family history that my great aunt, Sister Mary Peter Vaillancourt, had researched and hand written copied for relatives over thirty years ago. It revealed some new information about our family.
First was that my Great (7x) Grandfather, Robert Vaillancourt, came to New France (Canada) with the Carignan-Salières Regiment in 1665. We knew the year he arrived but the how and why was not known.
Sister Peter writes:
“Our first ancestors in Canada – Robert Vaillancourt was the first and unique Vaillancourt ancestor in North America. He was born at St. Nicholas d’Aliermont, Roves diocese, Normandy and baptized October 3, 1644, son of Robert Vaillancourt and Jacqueline Peppius. Robert came to Canada as a settler with the Carignan Regiment sent by Louis XIV carrying 2000 soldiers plus three ships with many families of settlers, builders, masons and workmen. Also, sheep, cattle and percheron horses were aboard. Robert as all settlers had to give three years service to a Lord or a liberated settler.”
Information on the Regiment was found on the Internet and includes a “List of Ships Carrying the Regiments”.
Second is that my Great (5x) Grandmother Therese Martin who married Joseph Vaillancourt was a descendent of Abraham (Scotsman) Martin.
Sister Peter writes:
“Ancestor of Therese Martin spouse of Joseph II Vaillancourt, Abraham Martin nicknamed (Scotsman) was among the first settlers of New France, he arrived in 1619. He married Marguerite Langlois (French). His first child, a son, was baptized by Fr. Demis, pastor of Quebec and named Eustache after his grandfather Eustache Boalay (Boulle) Champlain’s brother in law and godmother was Guillamette Hebert (Louis Hebert’s daughter) spouse of Guillaume Coullard (Sovey’s lineage, my mother). The child was the first Canadian born in Quebec (Canada). Unfortunately, the baby did not survive. Another son was born to the couple Charles Amadore in 1648 and he became a priest (the 2nd ordained in Canada). He spent several years in Quebec Seminary and was named Cannon of Quebec’s Cathedral in 1684. He also was a gifted writer and musician. Abraham Martin’s estate near Quebec is now known at the “Plains of Abraham” – spot where the famous battle between Wolfe & Montcalm was fought after which Canada passed into English hands.
Abraham Martin was the first pilote of the St. Lawrence River – he came before the pilots of the Raven Co. came. Therefore, he’s really the founder of the Canadian National Marine. He traced the first map of the St. Lawrence River. A small ship used to sail from Pointe au Pere to Remoaski south shore. It bore the name of the first pilote (Abraham Martin) until recently found unsafe to sail anymore. Abraham Martin left a numerous posterity and a lasting souvenir. In Canadian history, his talents, his devoutness and courageous works in his adopted country are strongly stressed and in 1823 the Historical Society of Que paid him a wonderful tribute by setting up a monument to commemorate this outstanding ancestor (of our lineage).”
Abraham (Scotsman) Martin seems to raise many questions, was he French or Scottish? Was he an official river pilot? Many variations of stories can be found… that’s what makes this continuing research fun, the mystery…
During the six days of perfect weather last week I used 39 hours of it on my painting adventure. I’m still not done, got 9 of the 24 sections of old fence to do yet, hope to complete it this fall but may have to continue in the spring.
This little guy would visit me daily while I was working on the fence. I first noticed him peeking around from the back side, as the days went on he became more familiar, not hesitating to be right near where I was painting…
one day I even observed him checking out the paint can…
I wasn’t going to do a blog entry about my little friend but when he showed up last night sitting on an envelope in front of my computer monitor I took it as a sign that he wanted some recognition!
So here he or she is… I don’t even know what kind of creature it is… but I named him Wilson… can you guess why?
October 15, 2010 – 10:33 am
Questions after a day of contemplating Wilson:
- how did he get in the house? It’s a long walk from the fence for a little guy…
- did he ride in on Roscoe?
- did he ride in on me?
I saw him in the house on the night of the 13th, I had not worked on the fence since Sunday the 10th.
- did it take him that long to travel from the fence to my computer desk?
- if he rode into the house on the 10th where has he been?
- when I put him back outside that night I just blew him off the envelope onto the deck, should I have taken him to the fence?
The stage is dark, but the small cloud of worshipers standing at its lip can see plainly enough that the King has entered the building. The man himself, the King of Rock ‘n’ Soul — a self-awarded title, sure, but it’s not as if anyone one has ever seriously disputed his ascension — Solomon Burke is being wheeled to center stage, where a large and sturdy chair is draped in red velvet.
He made us dream his dream so vivid of peace and freedom and now his art still charges us with the power of the sun. – josepharthur
Years ago we had a picket fence built around our back property line, it totals 190 feet in length, 110 feet across the back and 40 feet up each side.
I painted it.
It was in September 1998 that I took on that task which I thought would take… well I didn’t know how long it would take but I sure didn’t think it would take as long as it did… fifty plus hours! Probably closer to sixty.
You learn the rhythm of your environment when you spend that much time sitting, standing, bending and lying around outside. There’s a pattern to natures activity and neighbors activity.
I don’t recall exactly what day I started, most likely it was a Saturday and I was going to get it done that weekend. I just remember after spending a whole day outside painting and realizing that there’s a lot more to painting a fence than a flat side like a wall, there’s all the sides to each slat that are only a half inch wide and the rails… which the bottom one is only about six inches off the ground (that’s the lying around part, no I wasn’t resting).
Twelve years ago there happened to be a week of perfect whether following that weekend attempt that I took off from work to become one with the fence, what first appeared to be a major toil of misery soon became one of my most memorable meditative exercises.
I could of either fought every moment of the experience thinking of all the other things I should be / would rather be doing or go with the flow (pun intended).
We just added about fifty feet bringing one side of the fence up to the house, I spent about sixteen hours last Saturday, Sunday and Monday between intermittent rain painting that portion. We’re in the middle of a week of perfect weather like it was twelve years ago… I’m currently about twenty hours into painting the old part. Future blog entries may be about the sounds, smells and sights of my journey… I’m soaking it up (pun intended).