Genealogie Famille Arbour Alexandre (1878-1953) Cusson Lucie (1888-1929)

Le premier ancêtre connu de la famille  est originaire de Sheenboro, Outaouais, Québec, Canada où naquit, en l’an 1878, Alexandre . Sa descendance est cognatique et se présente par ordre de primogéniture. Elle s’étend sur trois générations dans laquelle on dénombre 51 personnages

^[i] av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. I was told that Lucy had died in childbirth. My mother also told me that Father Hogan once said that Lucy deserved sainthood for staying married to Alexander, who apparently was NOT a nice person.My aunts and uncles throughout the years said much the same.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.According to the 1901 Census, Alexander was born on 10 Jun 1876.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Accordingto Sharon WATSON ARBOUR, Alexander was born in Chalk River, Renfrew Co, ON.av.br /apr.av.br/apr.ARBOUR, Alex Atomic Energy of Canada Ltd. Renfrew Buchanan UOVGG-C.35.9av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From «A Whispered History: The Early Days of Buchanan Township» http://bright-ideas-software.com/WhisperedHistory/settlers.htmlav.br /apr.FIGHTING FOR & AGAINST THE LAND IN BUCHANAN TOWNSHIP [Elizabeth Bond] During the 1830s, as the square timber business was being drawn further up the Ottawa River in search for large white pines to ship to Europe, timbermen began settling on plots of landalong the river’s shores. These men and their families would come from New England or New France, and were for the most part wholly unprepared for the rough conditions that they would face. The settlers would come with the spring thaw and begin by building a basic shelter and barn to have shelter for the upcoming winter, and perhaps clearing a small area of forest for a garden. The men, and often young boys, would leave their farms in late fall and labor in the lumber camps untilthe spring when the logs were ready to be driven down the Ottawa River to Quebec City. Fortunate men would be asked to stay on for the spring drive which paid quite well because it was dangerous work. At the end of their work term, the men would be paid for their season’s work and would return to their small farms with supplies. The early settlers soon learned that the agricultural conditions in Buchanan were far from ideal. Much of their acreage was either swampy or sandy; thearable soil that they did possess was incredibly rocky and contained old growth forest that needed to be painstakingly cleared at a rate of about an acre a year. Large stone piles scattered densely across Buchanan today attest to the backbreaking work that went in to turning forest into fields. Still, it was a worthwhile exercise for the early settlers to attempt to farm their land in order to support their families. Supplemental cash income could be made after 1854 by sellingfirewood to the passing steamboats carrying freight and passengers up the Ottawa River between Pembroke and Des Joachims. In many cases, this small extra income made a great difference to the struggling families. Also, for those lucky enoughto getahead, the logging camps would purchase surplus stores of food and hay from nearby farmers and this would provide an extra income. The original Law farm, located on the rise above the lighthouse, was one such depot farm. The early settlers and the area First Nations seemed to have gotten along quite well. The white settlers respected the Natives who had the knowledge and skills to survive in their shared harsh surroundings. Both groups of people were anxious to learn fromeachother, and within a generation white settlers and Native inhabitants were living as neighbors. As Buchanan turned into a growing community during the mid-nineteenth century, centralized government administration in Upper Canada had a hard time keeping up. Plots of land were not formally surveyed until many years after it was settled, and land disputes had to be settled in informal ways. Gerald retells a story passed on to him about a boxing match that took place between Joseph Nadeauand Baptiste Leduke with a referee and in front of a crowd of people, so that the results of the contest would be binding as witnessed by the community in lieu of legal papers. Gerald recalls another account of unofficial justice in theearlydays of settlement. An unintentional manslaughter took place in the mid-1800s at Foran’s Stopping Place, one of 2 hotels located in Buchanan Township. Innkeeper Patty Foran’s wife subdued a rowdy patron with a candlestick over thehead.The troublemaker was put outside, where he was forgotten about and froze to death. It was decided that Pat would take responsibility for the death. The next time a traveling judge came up the river, Pat presented himself at a place referred to asCourt Island. He was sentenced to two years of prison in Ottawa. Pat paddled the judge back to Ottawa on his way to serve his sentence. An account of this happening was recorded in The Ottawa Journal in April 1925 in an article entitled»Old Time Stuff.»av.br /apr.EARLY FARMING IN BUCHANAN TWP [Gerald Nadeau] «They cleared some of the roughest land that you could possibly attempt to work with, for some reason. I guess it was becauseit was close to the river and they didn’twant to go anyfurther away because their workplace was the river. So you had to make your garden behind your house – if it meant moving stones that what you’d do, a lot of stones. And most of these little farms only had two cows or three, apig – in fact, the early people didn’t even keep a dog, because it was a waste of food. And I don’t know if they kept a cat or not; I imagine that they didn’t even have one of those. You needed very little. The little rough patches of cleared land seemed togivethem a bare amount of agriculture required to keep afamily. And that meant if the man went in to make square timber or hew timber for a lumber company, his wife would have to stay home, feed the cow, or cows, and she would be responsible forlooking after whatever gave them milk for their family. I never heard of people having chickens, real early. And they kept a pig, but the pig was only kept in summer because in winter, it was the winter’s food. But thoselittle farms seemedtogive enough food for a cow, and enough turnips and potatoes for a family to use because everybody seemed to have a root cellar, so that meant that they were growing enough to keep, to have a storage to put it in. But the men who workedin thesquare timber business seemed to make enough money that the spending of a family might be a hundred dollars in a year, maybe not much more. But it was only the very necessary things that you had to buy, which was probably tea,sugar,cloth or possibly needles, thread, just the most bare things that a household would need. You wouldn’t be putting curtains on windows or things of that nature. And you might buy a pot or pan or two, if you had extra money. Ora pane ofglass for yourwindows. I guess in those days if youhad to buy this you’d have to bring it all the way up the river. When the men would return from the rafting, they used to come by canoe. They had an outfit called a stage that used to come overlandbetweenone watercourse and another, so that they’d come up through let’s say Fitzroy Harbour, and then they’d have a stage to wherever the next point was. So it would take probably 6 to 10 days to come from Quebec City to the OttawaValley. So you’dhave to carry and canoe the purchases you made, and bring those home. You couldn’t spend a lot of money because you couldn’t carry home a great deal. The little bit of land along with the work they did was enough to raise a family inthose conditions.»av.br /apr.RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN NATIVES & WHITE SETTLERS IN BUCHANAN [Gerald] «The Natives and the people when they first came here, they seemed to be dependent on each other. Because they depended on the Natives tolearn thethings the natives knew and sometimes, to get help from the Natives. And the Natives never seemed to feel that they were less important than the white people because they needed each other for the same reasons. The Natives made .. for sickness. Somebody would go to one of those native women, the older women, and they would get cures made up for what they had. If you wanted snowshoes, you had to go to the Natives to get them, because they could tan the hides, and if youwanted deerskin mitts, you’d have to go to a Native again. And if you wanted help and the Native was your only neighbour, if you could work the way that the Native wanted to work, you could get him to help you. That meant he would come when it suited him, not when it suited you. They were able to live together quite well. I’ll show you later the rocking chair this old girl used to sit on. She said that when she was just a small girl, her mother had two cows, and she used to make butter, and in the springtime when the grass was good and the cows would milk better she’d have extra butter, and some days there’d be 20 canoes coming down the [Ottawa] River, at one time in one group. And all the women would be paddling, and all the small kidshad a little paddle, and she said she’d see all the little faces along the gunnels of the canoe, wanting to see the white people because some of them had never seen white people. They’d all get lined up and peekover the top of the canoe.And then they’dcome in, and the men would get out in the water, about waist deep. They’d come in, and some of them had been there before, and they’d want to buy butter. She’d have the butter in wooden bowls, and they’d take the butterdown on therocks, and they’d eat the butter just like candy, with their hands. Yep, butter to them was like candy. But the men were the only ones who got the butter, because the women and the small children stayed in the canoe with the dogs. And she said they usedto be going to Ft William and the smoke would be so heavy from so many campfires, it was just like a fog, up inthe trees. And everybody came with whatever dogs they had left from the year before, and they turned them all loose. The dogs would fight and they’d breed, they’d bark and they’d run, it was a holy terror the first week when they’d all come in. The women would fish and cook and the men would sleep most of the summer. And every day the priest would say amass and he’dhaveto be paid for it. So this was how they got the money from the Natives. If somebody had died in the bush the year before, you could have a mass said for them even though they were buried out in the bush where you’d never seethemagain. But they were then taught that this new religion, you could just request and the guy was in heaven as soon as the mass was finished. So a lot of them were, how would you put it, taken? Because their beliefs werejust aboutas sound as what they were being taught. Then in the fall they said that they were down there one time and this guy had a young family and his wife had died in the bush and he had spent the summer in Fort William. And they were ready to go back up to I guess Kippawa orTemagami or Temiskamang maybe, but he had to have a mother for those children. Because a man alone couldn’t look after small ones in the bush. So one of the guys had a daughter who wasn’t married, and Ithink you could picture somebody being maybe a little on the slow side, or god knows why. But it didn’t matter. When the bargain was made between the man who lost his wife and the father who had this girl who was not yet married, she would be up going with thisother family when the fall came. So they happened to be there the time that the father brought the girl down to get her married by the priest who was there. And it took two of them to hold her while the marriage was goingon. Shecouldn’t speak no English butthe father knew a little, and the old fella told me the words he said: Whatever her name was, he used her name, and he said you’re going to marry unto one Joe Mackenzie.Joe Mackenzie was the native who had lost his wife and had the small children.So when the ceremony was over, it was legal. They put her in the canoe and pushed out, and that was it. It was survival at a time when he could have lost his small kids if he went into the bush withno one to care for them. It’s a strange thing when you think back but when you see today’s world, you know, how often do you see separations and other things which don’t work.»av.br /apr.EARLY STEAMBOATS BROUGHT EXTRA INCOME [Gerald] «Most of those steamboats were puton there for a money making business. And they charged people for freight and passengers both. The freight came from Pembroke, because the railroad only came as far as Chalk River. The steamboat had a crew ofsometimes up to six and eight people. Some had acook. There was deck hands, generally four. There was a pilot who knew the [Ottawa] River, and a Captain. And there were always a couple of extras who were kept to fill in different jobs. They were steam and had boilersand usedwood. And the wood was bought from the farm people and bush workers who lived along the River. But you had to have a wharf to put your wood on, or else share your wharf with your neighbour. And this was where the trouble always started with selectingthe land along the River. Some people liked to get their sons side by side, so that they could share the same wharf. Because the wharf was then your job. If you could put wood on the wharf you got cash money for it, so anybody that was fortunate enough to have a wharf location would be like today having a gas station on a busy corner. The deck hands wheeled the wood in and they wheeled it in on wheelbarrows, and came down the ramp and dumped it into the hull, and they could takea quarter cord in today’s measurement of wood on a wheelbarrow. And then dump it down the hole in the hull that was cut to put the wood in, and then the boiler man had access to that wood from below deck. And one of the most disgraceful things that could ever happen to a deck hand was that he couldn’t handle his load when he got down to the hole in the deck and the wheelbarrow would go down into the hull and he’d be cursed forever for that.»av.br /apr.FIGHTING FOR LAND IN BUCHANAN [Gerald] «Andwhat happened was, poor old Joe wanted to get the piece adjoining to the one he had already got, so his two sons could live side by side. Ofcourse, Baptiste [Leduke] wanted a piece of that, and he didn’t want thedunes. The sand dunes were worthless, as far as growing anything. So, someone said ‘OK, you two guys are pretty good defendersof your rafts. Let’s see which one of you will get the piece of land.’ This was a fair competition between people who did notdislike each other. It was a physical-what would we say-test in a sense, but not in an angry way. Just as two wrestlers might compete, and when it’s over they shake hands and the winner takes the purse, you know? So this is how that was done. It wasn’t done in asense of anger, no. Isidore Richard was the referee for fair play at this meeting. I suppose they would just have a piece of ground that would be big enough that they would not have room to move, and of course the families of bothwould as today’s ball games go, cheer for the side you wanted to win. And the old fella that I got this story from said his father had told him about the goings on at this meeting, and Mrs. Baptiste was running around in circles around the outside telling him in French to ‘Hit hard, hit hard!’ because he wasn’t hitting hard enough. And she knew the outcome was not going to be good. «av.br /apr.WOMEN OF CHARACTER [Elizabeth] As women followed their husband’s into the Upper Ottawa Valley beginningin the 1830s, they met extreme hardships that their upbringings in settled New England or New France never could have prepared them for. Survival alone proved to be quite a challenge,and raising a family was even more difficult. Elizabeth Leroy (nee Baines) was the first female settler in Buchanan Twp. She came with her husband Simon Leroy, a skilled square-timber hewer and a former United Empire Loyalist. Previously, Elizabeth was aschoolteacher in New England. She opened theupper floorof her house as the first school in Buchanan, and her own daughters were among the first students. This employ kept her busy during the cold months of the year when her husband was working in the lumber camps further back in the bush. It is hard to imagine what difficulties the wives of the lumbermen had to face while their husbands were away. They were left alone to care for the children, tend to the animals, and keep a fire stoked. Their nearest neighbors were a difficult winter’s walk away, and perhaps loneliness was as harsh as the cold. When one hears the anecdote about Mrs. Richard, wife of one of the earliest French settlers in Buchanan, outin the middleof the night chasing after a bear because it had grabbedthe family swine, one can begin to imagine the courage and determination required by these early female settlers. While all of the wives of lumbermen were virtually single parents fromautumn to springeach year,they couldtake some solace in the fact that their husbands would return when the river ice broke up, and that they would bring household supplies and money (if they hadn’t spent it all at Stopping Places along the way). However, the lumber business was dangerous and the widows of the lumbermen killed on the job could count on no such support. The story of widow Emmy Chequen, who was left to raise her seven children on a miniscule monthly allowance, highlights how tragedy could strike downa family and only strength of character could pull the women through. Women often had to seek ways to supplement their household income. During prohibition, Buchanan also was rich with headstrong women who made sought-after whiskey. Rosina Brunelle was one of the best-known brewers in the township. She was a tiny French Canadian lady who used to ride a bicycle on a high wire at the Quebec Midway before coming to the Valley. Another favoritewhiskey maker wasMrs. Bob Chequen, Emmy’s sister-in-law. Once,when caught by the authorities with a washtub full of peeled potatoes out behind the barns, she made the excuse that her ill sow’s digestive system couldn’t handlethe peels and was let off the hook. Perhaps the most impressive womento have graced Buchanan Township was Viola McCarthy (nee Blimkie). Viola was born on a farm in Buchanan, and as a young bride of 19 she took over the mail-delivery contract that her husband could no longer carry out.Viola delivered the mail to the 37 families in Buchanan throughout the year and in all weather. She used horse and cutter in the winter months, surmounting incredible drifts of snow that madereaching each homestead a challenge. She helped uneducated residents to readtheir letters and write responses. She often gave residents lifts to the main road, and during WWII when gas and tires were rationed she acted as ambulance. Along with the mail, she delivered household items such as100-pound bags of flour, hen feed, and even small livestock. On one occasion she even delivered a baby. Perhaps one of the most important things that Viola brought the women of Buchanan Township was the Eaton’s catalogue. They looked forwardto its delivery and, for a few stolen minutes of the days that followed, would wistfully daydream about the fine things that would have no use in the harsh and unforgiving Buchanan wilderness.av.br /apr.MRS. RICHARD TRIES TO RECOVER FAMILY PIG FROM A BEAR [Gerald] «Mrs. Richard was left with the small children she had, and Mr. Richard went to work in the square timber business in the fall, and they had a pen with a pig in it not far from their cabin, andshe heard the pig squeal. The biggest threatthen was bears. She went out and heard the pig squealing. She had a little lantern which was a candle in a frame. She got some pans or something that could make a noise, thinking that she could maybe scare the bear,but the bearhad lifted thepig over the log fence with his front paws and he got into the bush with it. So she followed him as she thought, I guess he’ll drop the pig any time. He didn’t. So it was a fight to see who was going to get the pig. So finallyshe got far enough away from the cabin or house that she couldn’t go any farther with the small kids so she had to come back and let the pig go. So that was their winter’s supply of meat. And you know, I’ve got a book called TheFoxfire and they have a bear proof pigpen in the Adirondacks. Andthose people lived much like the people where we lived. They used the same system of thinking. It was exactly. When I read that, I had to readsome of it twice because I couldn’t believe thatpeople in another part of the country wouldbe so much alike and be so distant. But those people in the Appalachian Mountains had the same thinking pattern as we had at the river, using an uneducated way of dealing with things.»av.br /apr.LOST COMMUNITY & WHAT WAS LEFT TO LOSE [Elizabeth] Life for the second generation of settlers in Buchanan was perhaps moredifficult though less isolated than it was for the first settlers. In the 1850s and 1860s,as the lumber tradebegan to require more unskilledlabourers and winter supplyroutes, the construction of a major transportation artery from Pembroke to Mattawa was begun.av.br /apr.FAILING LAND THAT SETTLERS LOST [Gerald] «You would notice a cow path on the outside of the fences, not on the inside. It didn’t seem strange then because none of us ever knew that you had to feed cows in summertime. In summer they were supposed to find the food themselves. And they weren’t to get that in the field. The field was used togrow winter food for them. So the fences wereput around the field, and the cattle being hungry, they would look at the field and want to go in, so they’d have a path around the fence. And every farmer seemed to have that sameway of thinking. Because you didn’t have enough land to grow and to pasture as well. ALEC ARBOUR was one of the people who lived at the .. near the Atomic Plant [where it is located today], and he was a very serious man. He was a very honestperson and he looked at things in a serious fashion. And he had a son who went to work for the railroad and became a section man in Westmeath. And one day his son came up and got him to take him down for avisit and when they got below Pembroke near Westmeaththe cattle were inside the fences. They were in fields that looked like hayfields. But in Westmeath they were pasture fields! So he insisted to his son to stop his car. He said ‘I got to go in and tell that farmer that his cows are in his hay.’ And the son said ‘Dad, that’s not a hayfield. That’s a pasture.’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘where I come from, that’s a hay field!’ And his son said ‘Well, don’t go in there and tell him that his cattle are in there ’cause he’ll laugh. Because that’s what it’s like down here. We have fields ofsummer feed for cattle.’ But there’s an awful difference in the way that people who have can live, and people who have not can. It’s that simple. You make due with what you have. And even the cattle had their shortages. Because they were expected to eat leaves and grasses along the paths and places. We know today that you can’t keep animals in that condition. And as I look at that now, I see thatour animals were theworst ones off, because they had to do with much lessthan they should have. That’s dogs, cats, horses, and cattle. Every one. I look back today and I feel sorry that conditions were that bad for anything. And the reasonwas that people didn’t have the necessary feed for them orthe money to buy it. So maybein that sense, everybody might be better off. Animals included.»av.br /apr.A COMMUNITY LOST [Gerald] [Elizabeth: How did the residents know that they were losing their land?] «They were visited by a person that represented the purchasing people, and they were told by them that the land was being looked at as a potential site for development of some sort. Few people knew what it was for, but they vaguely thought that it had something todo with thewar, because at that pointin time the war was not going favorable. So they came and told the people that there was a chance that that land would be purchased and they wouldhave to move. Then it created a division. The older people did not want to move. The younger, who were not attached as much to the land, they looked on that area as one that didn’t furnish any opportunity. An opportunity to make a living wasvery limited. But then the older people could not, were too old to work, so they had no gains bythe Government buying their property. So that divided the people in their thinking. The old people did not want to leave the [Ottawa] River. It was the River they were gonna miss. Because some knew that they’d never get back to that river again. It’s not a big thing but it’s an important thing when that’s all a person has. It was sadness, really. Sadness. The water smell, it’s hard to explain. But the smell of the River wasone of the most nicest things I remember about it. Why, I can’t tell you. Strange, eh, that something like that can stand out as being important? When you don’t have too much, the little things mean more. And the smell of water even today, Ilike it because I can almost recall that same thing again. The memoriesand history of neighbours and things that you had to leave behind, that was the saddest and the most noticeable loss. Not the value of the land that was left, so much asthe breaking up of the groups of people that lived by the River. It was as if a glass was shattered into many pieces because no one could ever regroup again. You had to go your separate ways because there was not available places for you so that the numbers of people could ever live close together again. And thatwas one of the losses that was the most severe, I would say.»av.br /apr.RELOCATING A LIFE CAN BE A PAIN IN THE NECK [Gerald] «The year before we were going to leave, a cookhouse was built out oflogs, which was supposed to be a greatimprovement tothe leaner thatwas there before. This thing was going to have a stove in it and we could whittle in there in the winter, which was what I wantedin the worst way. We’djust got the thing-the logs of it-up, and the roof part of it on, when the Government came and said ‘You guys are going to have to leave, and get out.’ But anyway, Roger went in the springtime, and his time was runningout, and he was living in the old house at the river where the lighthouse is. And hehad with him a lady who was a French woman; she was a little thin woman. And she was down at the old house. He went up to the clearance and took some of these logs off the summer kitchen to take it to move it down to the old house and then take it up the river. He put on some of these logs and started down the hill and right where the road takes a bend, the water was washing-there was a little stream there-so the ice had sort of washed out under one side, and unknown to him whenhe came to this place where the ice wouldn’t support the sled, it broke away. And he went down frontward and went over the front of the load and got under the logs. He was there for two or three hours before she realized hewasn’t coming back, something was wrong. When she came up, she saw the situation but she couldn’t do anything about it because she couldn’t lift the logs. She had to walk up the ice to Balmer’s Bay,to where John Robert lived, and gethim to come with her. And the two of them managed to unload the logs off him. They got him to the hospital and I remember seeing him in the hospital, and they had him all tied up with pulleys and ropes and what have you because his legs were all broken and they were incasts, you know? He lived through that, and the last time he got into problems was he was coming home from the Byways Hotel one night and walked in the middle of the highway and another car came and hit him again! With broken legs and arms and whatever I guess you can imagine and they thought, ‘What are we gonna do with him now?’ [Laughter]. Oh, he had a good sense of humor,but he was ninety two or three when he died.»av.br /apr.COMING FULL CIRCLE [Gerald] «You were torn from something that had grew on you, or in you, without giving you a choice, or saying ‘Do you want to give this up, or don’t you?’ And there’s something about saying it in that fashion that makes you a bit bitter.Because you don’t have a choice. It’s likesomeone imposingsomething on you, you know? And you think ‘Oh lord, I’m human, I live in a free country, why do I not have a choice?’ Because you were led to believe that you owned the little block of land that you livedon. And then someone comes along and says ‘Sorry, I’m taking it from you. You don’t own it, you’re only sitting here. We allowed you to stay here, and we’re taking it back.’ Butno one ever told you before that this would be taken from you. Well, I’ve just come to the conclusion not that many weeks ago, that the trade-off was worth it. So I thought to myself, I’ve often feltbad about leaving the [Ottawa] River, but for the good they’vedone, I would say it was worth it. Yep, because if we had to depend on far-away things we would be in a very difficult situation. I rethought that. I always didn’t like having to leave the river that I left, but then as I got into a tight spot where I did have needfor the service of that hospital, I thought to myself ‘This is paybacktime. I’m getting paid back with interest for what I lost.’ Does that answer you?» av.br /apr.THE STORYTELLER Gerald Nadeau spent his boyhood years in Buchanan Township on his Uncle Roger’s farm, helping to tend to the lighthouse and observing the people around him. He can recall stories about the early days with a crystal clear memory. These stories cover the time from 1830 when the first homesteaders laid claim to unyielding plots of land along the OttawaRiver, to 1944 when His Majesty The King expropriated the Township of Buchanan for the war effort. Today, Gerald is one of the only remaining links that enable historians historians to catch a glimpse at what daily life in an Ottawa Valley pioneer community was like. A Whispered History aims to share Gerald’s unforgettable stories, both heartening and heartbreaking, about the settlers of Buchanan Township before they are forgotten forever.av./papr..

^[ii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

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^[v] , comme tous les Cancers, avait tendance à se retirer dans sa coquille dès que surgissait le moindre obstacle. Ce signe est en effet symbole d’intériorisation. C’est pour cette raison qu’il attachait autant d’importance à son chez-soi.  devait rechercher dans sa famille chaleur, affection et soutien, et adorait les confidences. Comme tous les natifs des signes d’Eau,  se laissait souvent submerger par des courants inconscients et donnait parfois l’impression d’être lunatique et instable.  avait plus de difficultés que les autres à s’adapter aux dures lois de la réalité, mais était cependant capable d’éprouver des sensations vraies et profondes.

^[vi] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.blockquoteapr.According to granddaughter Catherine MOUSSEAU DUNNE in Jul 2009: My grandparents moved around a lot for work. He worked for the CPR.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Catherine sent a picture on 14 Aug 2009, of Isabelle and Alexander. She wrote: My aunt Lillian «surprised» my grandparents with a 50th wedding anniversary party. The surprise was . . .they were only married 49 years! Aunt Lillian had turned 50 in Oct, but she was overa year old when Grandma met and married Grandpa. As it turned out, Grandpa died the following August, months before they really would have been married 50 years.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Catherine sent a picture on 14 Aug 2009, of Isabelle with Jean, Shirley, Donald, Irene, and Kay. She wrote: This picture was taken on my Grandma’s 74th birthday (08 Dec 1985). Notice the way my Grandma is holding my Uncle’s arm. He’d had cancer surgery; his tongue was removed and a device put in his trachea tohelp him talk. At this momentin time, I was newly engaged. Only my mother in this picture would attend my wedding 9 months later. Five months after this picture, my gallbaldder ruptured and I was rushed into emergency surgery. Upon waking, various aunts and uncles would pop in to see me. When my Uncle Reggie popped in (he’s from out of town), I got hysterical. The nurse came in and told my mom that she would have to «tell me.» (I was 23 and thought I was dying.) Mom told me thatGrandma was one floor above me. She’d had a major heart attack and they didn’t think she’d pull through. It had happened while I was in surgery.She survived. Wedding plans were in full bloom and Grandma told me she wouldn’t be at my wedding.She would die soon. The week before my wedding, Grandma came to stay with us. On the Thursday morning(the day she was going back to my aunt’s), she insisted I open my wedding present. I told her that she could watch me open it on Saturday atthewedding. She told me, no, she wouldn’t be there. She died that night. All of Mom’s siblings didn’t come to the wedding because they were at her visitation. Three months later the cancer killed my Uncle Donald and 6 months later Mom’s sister Jean died in bed of a massive heart attack. Mom lost 3 family members in 9 months. I am extremely close to the remaining 2 aunties in the picture.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email on 20 Aug 2009: My mother is one of 10 as you know – 5of hersiblings have one or more children with mental health issues….mom plus 4 of her sibligs had alcohol issues….and 4 of them have alcohol issues with their children. My grandfather (Joseph Alexander Arbour) was an alcoholic and his father was as well. I sometimes wonder if there is a gene that runs in the family. When I hit the age of majority I tried drinking, found that I liked the taste and after getting drunk two or three times decided I wasn’t going to carry on the familytradition. I haven’t had a drink since before I married – 23 years this Sunday.av./blockquoteapr.av./papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. From «A Whispered History: The Early Days of BuchananTownship» http://bright-ideas-software.com/WhisperedHistory/settlers.htmlav.br /apr.FIGHTING FOR & AGAINST THE LAND IN BUCHANAN TOWNSHIP [Elizabeth Bond] During the 1830s, as the square timber business was being drawn further up the Ottawa River in search for large white pines to ship to Europe, timbermen began settling on plots of land along the river’s shores. These men and their families would come from New England or New France, and were for the most part wholly unprepared for the rough conditions that they would face. The settlers would come with the spring thaw and begin by building a basic shelter and barn to have shelter for the upcoming winter, and perhaps clearing a small area of forest for a garden. The men,and often young boys, would leave their farms in late fall and labor in the lumber camps until the spring when the logs were ready to be driven down the Ottawa River to Quebec City. Fortunate men would be asked to stay on for the spring drivewhich paid quite well because it was dangerous work. At the end of their work term, the men would be paid for their season’s workand would return to their small farms with supplies. The early settlers soon learned that the agricultural conditions in Buchanan were far from ideal. Much of their acreage was either swampy or sandy; the arable soil that they did possess was incredibly rocky and contained old growth forest that needed to be painstakingly cleared at a rate of about anacre a year. Large stone piles scattered densely across Buchanan today attest to the backbreaking work that went in to turning forest into fields. Still, it was a worthwhile exercise for the early settlers to attempt to farm their land in orderto support their families. Supplemental cash income could be made after 1854 by selling firewood to the passing steamboats carrying freight and passengers up the Ottawa River between Pembroke and Des Joachims. In many cases, this small extraincome made a great difference to the struggling families. Also, for those lucky enough to get ahead, the logging camps would purchase surplus stores of food and hay from nearby farmers and this would provide an extra income. The originalLawfarm, located on the rise above the lighthouse, was one such depot farm. The early settlers and the area First Nations seemed to have gotten along quite well. The white settlers respected the Natives who had the knowledge and skills tosurvive in their shared harsh surroundings. Both groups of people were anxious to learn from each other, and within a generation white settlers and Native inhabitants were living as neighbors. As Buchanan turned into a growing community during themid-nineteenth century, centralized government administration in Upper Canada had a hard time keeping up. Plots of land were not formally surveyed until many years after it was settled, and land disputes had to be settled in informalways.Gerald retells a story passed on to him about a boxing match that took place between Joseph Nadeau and Baptiste Leduke with a referee and in front of a crowd of people, so that the results ofthe contest would be binding as witnessed bythecommunityin lieu of legal papers. Gerald recalls another account of unofficial justice in the early days of settlement. An unintentional manslaughtertook place in the mid-1800s at Foran’s Stopping Place, one of 2 hotels located inBuchanan Township.Innkeeper Patty Foran’s wife subdued a rowdy patron with a candlestick over the head. The troublemaker was put outside, where he was forgotten about and froze to death. It was decided that Pat would take responsibility forthedeath. The next time a traveling judge came up the river, Pat presentedhimself at a place referred to as Court Island. He was sentenced to two years of prison in Ottawa. Pat paddled the judge back to Ottawa on his way to serve his sentence. An account ofthishappening was recorded in The Ottawa Journal in April 1925 in an article entitled «Old Time Stuff.»av.br /apr.EARLY FARMING IN BUCHANAN TWP [Gerald Nadeau] «They cleared some of the roughest land that you could possibly attempt to work with,for some reason. I guess it was because it was close to the river and they didn’t want to go any further away because their workplace was the river. So you had to make your garden behind your house – if it meant moving stones that what you’ddo, a lot of stones. And most of these little farms only had two cows or three, a pig – in fact, the early people didn’t even keep a dog, because it was a waste of food. And I don’t know if they kept a cat or not; I imagine thatthey didn’t even have one of those. You needed very little. The little rough patches of cleared land seemed to give them a bare amount of agriculture required to keep a family. And that meant if the man went in to make square timber or hew timber for a lumber company, his wife would have to stay home,feed the cow, or cows, and she would be responsible for looking after whatever gave them milk for their family. I never heard of people having chickens, real early. And they kept a pig, but the pig was onlykept in summer because in winter, it was the winter’s food. But those little farms seemed to give enough food for a cow, and enough turnips and potatoes for a family to use because everybody seemed to have a rootcellar, sothatmeant that theywere growing enough to keep, to have a storage to put it in. But the men who worked in the square timber business seemed to make enough money that the spending of a family might be a hundred dollars in a year,maybenot much more. But it was only the very necessary things that you had to buy, which was probably tea, sugar, cloth or possibly needles, thread, just the most bare things that a household would need. You wouldn’t be putting curtains on windows or things of that nature. And you might buy a pot or pan or two, if you had extra money.Or a pane of glass for your windows. I guess in those days if you had to buy this you’d have to bring it all the way up the river. When the men would return from the rafting, they used to come by canoe. They had an outfit called a stage that used to come overland between one watercourse and another, so that they’d come up through let’s say Fitzroy Harbour, and then they’d have a stage to whereverthe next point was.So it would take probably 6 to 10 days to come from Quebec City to the Ottawa Valley. So you’d have to carry and canoe the purchases you made, and bring those home. You couldn’t spend a lot of money because you couldn’t carry home a great deal. The little bit of land along with the work they did was enough to raise a family in those conditions.»av.br /apr.RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN NATIVES & WHITE SETTLERS IN BUCHANAN [Gerald] «The Natives and the people when they first came here, theyseemed to be dependent on each other. Because they depended on the Natives to learn the things the natives knew and sometimes, to get help from the Natives. And the Natives never seemed to feel that they were less important than the white people because they needed each other for the same reasons. The Natives made .. for sickness. Somebody would go to one of those native women, the older women, and they would get cures made up for what they had. If you wanted snowshoes, you had to go to theNatives to get them, because they could tan the hides, and if you wanted deerskin mitts, you’d have to go to a Native again. And if you wanted help and the Native was your only neighbour, if you couldwork the way that the Native wanted to work, you could get him to help you. That meant he would come when it suited him, not when it suited you. They were able to live together quite well. I’ll showyou later the rocking chair this old girl used to sit on.She said that when she was just a small girl, her mother had two cows, and she used to make butter, and in the springtime when the grass was good and the cows would milk better she’d have extra butter, and some days there’d be 20 canoes coming down the[Ottawa] River, at one time in one group. And all the women would be paddling, and all the small kids had a little paddle, and she said she’d see all the little faces along the gunnels of the canoe, wanting to see the whitepeople because some of them had never seen white people. They’d all get lined up and peek over the top of the canoe. And then they’d come in, and the men would get out in the water, about waist deep. They’d come in, and some of them had beenthere before, and they’d want to buy butter. She’d have the butter in wooden bowls, and they’d take the butter down on the rocks, and they’d eat the butter just like candy, with their hands. Yep, butter to them was like candy. But themen were the only oneswho got the butter,because the women and the small children stayed in the canoe with the dogs. And she said they used to be going to Ft William and the smoke wouldbe so heavy from so many campfires, it was just like afog, up in the trees. And everybody came with whatever dogs they had left from the year before, and they turned them all loose. The dogs would fight and they’d breed, they’d bark and they’d run, it was a holy terror the first week when they’d all come in. Thewomen would fish andcook and the men would sleep most of the summer. And every day the priest would say a mass and he’d have to be paid for it. So this was how they got the money from the Natives. If somebody had died in the bush the year before, you could havea mass said for them even though they were buried out in the bush where you’d never see them again. But they were then taught that this new religion, you could just request and the guy was in heaven as soon as the mass was finished. So a lotof them were, how would you put it, taken? Because their beliefs were just about as sound as what they were being taught. Then in the fall they said that they were down there one time and this guy had ayoung family and his wifehad died in the bush and he had spent the summer in Fort William. And they were ready to go back up to I guess Kippawa or Temagami or Temiskamang maybe, but he had to have a mother for those children. Because a man alone couldn’t lookafter small ones in the bush. So one of the guys had a daughter who wasn’t married, and I think you could picture somebody being maybe a little on the slow side, or god knows why. But it didn’t matter. When the bargain wasmade between the man who lost his wife andthe father who had this girl who was not yet married, she would be up going with this other family when the fall came. So they happened to be there the time that the father brought the girl down to get her married by the priest who was there. And ittook two of them to hold her while the marriage was going on. She couldn’t speak no English but the father knew a little, and the old fella told me the words he said: Whatever her name was, he used her name, andhe said you’re going tomarry untoone Joe Mackenzie. Joe Mackenzie was the native who had lost his wife and had the small children. So when the ceremony was over, it was legal. They put her in the canoe and pushed out, and that wasit. It was survival at a time when he could have lost his small kids if he went into the bush with no one to care for them. It’s a strange thing when you think back but when you see today’s world, you know, how often do you see separations and other things which don’t work.»av.br /apr.EARLYSTEAMBOATS BROUGHT EXTRA INCOME [Gerald] «Most of those steamboats were put on there for a money making business. And they charged people for freight and passengers both. The freight came from Pembroke, because the railroad only came as far as Chalk River. The steamboat had a crew of sometimes up to six and eight people. Some had a cook. There was deck hands, generally four. There was a pilot who knew the [Ottawa] River, and a Captain. And there were always a couple of extras who were kept to fill in different jobs. They were steam and had boilers and used wood. And the wood was bought from the farm people and bush workers who lived along the River. But you hadto have a wharf to put your wood on, or else share your wharf with your neighbour. And this was where the trouble always started with selecting the land along the River. Some people liked to get their sons side by side, so that they could share the samewharf. Because the wharf was then your job. If you could put wood on the wharf you got cash money for it, so anybody that was fortunate enough to have a wharf location would be like today having a gas station on a busy corner. The deck handswheeled thewood in and theywheeled it in on wheelbarrows, and came down the ramp and dumped it intothe hull, and they could take a quarter cord in today’s measurement of wood on a wheelbarrow. And then dump it down the hole in the hull that was cut toput the wood in, and then the boiler man had access to that wood from below deck. And one of the most disgraceful things that could ever happen to a deck hand was that he couldn’t handle his load when he got down to the hole in the deck and the wheelbarrow would go down into thehull and he’d be cursed forever for that.»av.br /apr.FIGHTING FOR LAND IN BUCHANAN [Gerald] «And what happened was, poor old Joe wanted to get the piece adjoining to the one he had already got, sohis two sonscould live side byside. Of course, Baptiste [Leduke] wanted a piece of that, and he didn’t want the dunes. The sand dunes were worthless, as far as growing anything. So, someone said ‘OK, you two guys are pretty good defenders of your rafts. Let’s see which one of you will get the piece of land.’ This was a fair competition between people who did not dislikeeach other. It was a physical-what would we say-test in a sense, but not in an angry way. Just astwo wrestlers might compete, and whenit’s over they shake hands and the winner takes the purse, you know? So this is how that was done. It wasn’t done in a sense of anger, no. Isidore Richard was the referee for fair play at this meeting. Isuppose they would just have a piece of groundthat wouldbe big enough that they would not have room to move, and of course the families of both would as today’s ball games go, cheer for the side you wanted to win. And the old fella that I got this storyfrom said hisfather had told him about the goings on at this meeting, and Mrs. Baptiste was running around in circles around the outside telling him in French to ‘Hit hard, hit hard!’ because he wasn’t hitting hard enough. Andshe knew the outcome was notgoing to be good. «av.br /apr.WOMEN OF CHARACTER [Elizabeth] As women followed their husband’s into the Upper Ottawa Valley beginning in the 1830s, they met extreme hardships that their upbringings in settled New England or New France never couldhave prepared them for. Survival alone provedto be quite a challenge, and raising a family was even more difficult. Elizabeth Leroy (nee Baines) was the first female settler in Buchanan Twp. She came with her husband Simon Leroy, a skilled square-timber hewer anda former United Empire Loyalist. Previously, Elizabeth was a schoolteacher in New England. She opened the upper floor of her house as the first school in Buchanan, and her own daughters were among the first students. This employ kepther busyduring the cold months of the year when her husband was working in the lumber camps further back in the bush. It is hard to imagine what difficulties the wives of the lumbermen had to facewhile their husbands were away. They were left alone to care for the children,tend to the animals, and keep a fire stoked. Their nearest neighbors were a difficult winter’s walk away, and perhaps lonelinesswas as harsh as the cold. When onehears the anecdote about Mrs. Richard, wife of one of the earliest French settlers in Buchanan, out in the middle of the night chasing after a bear because it had grabbed the family swine, one can begin to imagine the courage and determination required by these early female settlers. While all of the wives of lumbermen were virtually single parents from autumn to spring each year, they could take some solace in the fact that their husbands would return when the river ice broke up, and that they would bring household supplies and money (if they hadn’t spent it all at Stopping Places along the way). However, the lumber business was dangerous and the widows of the lumbermen killed on the job could count on no such support. The story ofwidow Emmy Chequen, who was left to raise her sevenchildren on a miniscule monthly allowance, highlights how tragedy could strike down a family and only strength of character could pull the women through. Women often hadto seek ways to supplement their household income.During prohibition, Buchanan also was rich with headstrong women who made sought-after whiskey. Rosina Brunelle was one of the best-known brewers inthe township. She was a tiny French Canadian lady who used to ride a bicycle on a high wire at the Quebec Midway before coming tothe Valley. Another favorite whiskey maker was Mrs. Bob Chequen, Emmy’s sister-in-law. Once, when caught by the authorities with a washtub full of peeled potatoes out behind the barns, she made the excuse that her ill sow’s digestive system couldn’t handle the peels and was let off the hook. Perhaps the most impressive women to have graced Buchanan Township was Viola McCarthy (nee Blimkie). Viola was born on a farm in Buchanan, and as a young bride of 19 she took over the mail-delivery contract that her husband could no longer carry out. Viola delivered the mail to the 37 families in Buchanan throughout the year and in all weather. She used horse and cutter in the winter months, surmountingincredible drifts of snow that made reaching each homestead a challenge. She helped uneducated residents to read their letters and write responses. She often gave residents lifts to the main road, and during WWII when gas and tireswere rationed she acted as ambulance.Along with the mail, she delivered household items such as 100-pound bags of flour, hen feed, and even small livestock. On one occasion she even delivered ababy. Perhaps oneof the most important things that Viola brought the women of Buchanan Township was the Eaton’s catalogue. They looked forward to its delivery and, for a few stolen minutes of the days that followed, would wistfully daydreamabout the fine things that would have no use in the harsh and unforgiving Buchanan wilderness.av.br /apr.MRS. RICHARD TRIES TO RECOVER FAMILY PIG FROM A BEAR [Gerald] «Mrs. Richard was left with the small children she had, and Mr. Richard went towork in the square timber business in the fall, and they had a pen with a pig in it not far from their cabin, and she heard the pig squeal. The biggest threat then was bears. She went out and heard the pig squealing. She had a little lanternwhich was a candle in a frame. She got some pans orsomething that could makea noise, thinking that she could maybe scare the bear, but the bear had lifted the pig over the log fence with his front paws and he got into the bush with it. So she followed him as she thought, I guess he’ll drop the pig any time. He didn’t. So it was afight to see who was going to get the pig. So finally she got far enough away fromthe cabin or house that she couldn’t go any farther with the small kids so she had to come back and let the pig go. So that was their winter’s supply of meat. And you know, I’ve got a book called TheFoxfire and they have a bear proof pigpen in the Adirondacks. And those people lived much like the people where we lived. They usedthe same system of thinking. Itwas exactly.When I read that, I had to read some of it twice because I couldn’t believe that people in another part of the country would be so much alike and be so distant. But those people in the AppalachianMountains had thesame thinking pattern as we had at the river, using an uneducated way of dealing with things.»av.br /apr.LOST COMMUNITY & WHAT WAS LEFT TO LOSE [Elizabeth] Life for the second generation of settlers in Buchanan was perhaps moredifficult though less isolated than it was for the first settlers. In the1850s and 1860s, as the lumber trade began to require more unskilled labourers and winter supply routes, the construction of a major transportation artery from Pembroke to Mattawa wasbegun.av.br /apr.FAILING LAND THATSETTLERS LOST [Gerald] «You would notice a cow path on the outside of the fences, not on the inside. It didn’t seem strange then because none of us ever knew that you had to feed cows in summertime. In summer they were supposed to find the food themselves. And they weren’t to get that in the field. The field was used to grow winter food for them. So the fences were put around the field, and the cattle being hungry, they would look at the field and want to go in, so they’d have apath around the fence. And every farmer seemed to have that same way of thinking. Because you didn’t have enough land to grow and to pasture as well. ALEC ARBOUR was one ofthe people who lived at the .. near theAtomic Plant [where it is located today], and he was a very serious man. He was a very honest person and he looked at things in a serious fashion. And he had a son who went to work for the railroad andbecame a section man in Westmeath. And one day his son came up and got him to take him down for a visit and when they got below Pembroke near Westmeath the cattle were inside the fences. They were in fields that looked like hayfields. But inWestmeath they were pasture fields! So heinsisted to his son to stop hiscar. He said ‘I got to go in and tell that farmer that his cows are in his hay.’ And the son said ‘Dad, that’s not a hayfield. That’s a pasture.’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘where I come from, that’s ahay field!’ And his son said ‘Well, don’t go in there and tell him that his cattlearein there ’cause he’ll laugh. Because that’s what it’s like down here. We have fields of summer feed for cattle.’ But there’s an awful difference in the waythat people who have can live, and people who have not can. It’s thatsimple. You make due with what you have. And even the cattle had their shortages. Because they were expected to eat leaves and grasses along the paths and places. We know today that you can’tkeep animals in that condition. And as I look at that now, I see that our animals were the worst ones off, because they had to do with much less than they should have. That’s dogs, cats, horses, and cattle. Every one. I look back today and Ifeel sorry that conditions were that bad for anything. And the reason was that people didn’t have the necessary feed for them or the money to buy it. So maybe in that sense, everybody might be better off. Animals included.»av.br /apr.A COMMUNITY LOST [Gerald] [Elizabeth: How did the residents knowthat they were losing their land?] «They werevisited by a person that represented the purchasing people, and they were told by them that the landwas being looked at as apotential site for development of some sort. Few people knew what it wasfor, but they vaguely thought that it had something to do with the war, because at that point in time the war was not going favorable. So they came and told the people that there was a chance that that land would be purchased and they would have to move. Then it created a division. The older people did not want to move. The younger, who were not attached as much to the land, they looked on that area as one that didn’t furnish any opportunity. An opportunity to make a living was very limited. Butthen the older people could not, were too old to work, so they had no gains by the Government buying their property. So that divided the people in their thinking. The old people did not want toleave the [Ottawa] River. It was the River they were gonna miss. Because some knew that they’d never get back to that river again. It’s not a big thing but it’s an important thing when that’s all a person has. It was sadness, really. Sadness. The water smell, it’s hard to explain. But the smell of the River was one of the most nicest things I remember about it. Why, I can’t tell you. Strange, eh, that something like that can stand out asbeing important? Whenyou don’t have too much, the littlethings mean more. And the smell of water even today, I like it because I can almost recall that same thing again. The memories and history of neighbours and things that you had to leave behind, that was the saddest and the mostnoticeable loss. Not the value ofthe land that wasleft, so much as the breaking up of the groups of people that lived by the River. It was as if a glass was shattered into many pieces because no one could ever regroupagain. You had to go your separate ways because there was not available places for you so that the numbers of people could ever live close together again. And that was one of the losses that wasthe most severe, I would say.»av.br /apr.RELOCATING A LIFE CAN BE A PAIN INTHE NECK [Gerald] «The year beforewe were going to leave, a cookhouse was built out of logs, which was supposed to be a great improvement to the leaner that was there before. This thing was goingto have a stove in it and we could whittle inthere in the winter, which was whatI wanted in the worst way. We’d just got the thing-the logs of it-up, and the roof part of it on, when the Government came and said ‘You guys are going to haveto leave, and get out.’But anyway, Roger went in the springtime, and his time was running out, and he was living in the old house at the river where the lighthouse is. And he had with him a lady who was a French woman; she was a little thinwoman. Andshe was down at the old house. He wentup to the clearance and took some ofthese logs off the summer kitchen to take it to move it down to the old house and then take it up the river. He put on someof these logs and started down the hill and right where the road takes a bend, the water was washing-there was a little stream there-so theice had sort of washed out under one side, and unknown to him when he came to this place where the ice wouldn’t support the sled, it broke away. And he went down frontward and went over the front of the load and got under the logs. He was there for two or three hours before she realized he wasn’t coming back, something was wrong. When she came up, she saw the situation but she couldn’t do anything about it because she couldn’t lift the logs. She had to walk up the ice to Balmer’s Bay, to where John Robert lived, and get him to come with her. And the two of them managed to unload the logs off him. They got him to the hospital and I remember seeing him in the hospital, and they had him all tied upwith pulleys and ropes and what have you because his legs were all broken and they were in casts, you know? He lived through that, and the last time he gotinto problems was he was coming home from the Byways Hotel one night and walked in themiddle of the highway and another car came and hit him again! With broken legs and arms and whatever I guess you can imagine andthey thought, ‘What are wegonna do with him now?’ [Laughter]. Oh, he had a good sense of humor, but he was ninetytwo or three when he died.»av.br /apr.COMING FULL CIRCLE [Gerald] «You were torn from something that had grew on you, or in you, without giving you a choice, or saying ‘Do you want to give this up, or don’t you?’ And there’s something about saying it in that fashion that makes you a bit bitter. Because you don’t have a choice. It’s like someone imposing something on you,you know? And you think ‘Ohlord, I’m human, I live in a free country, why do Inot have a choice?’ Because you were led to believe that you owned the little block of land that you lived on. And then someone comes along and says ‘Sorry, I’m taking it from you. You don’t own it, you’re only sittinghere. We allowed you tostay here, and we’re taking it back.’ But no one ever told youbefore that this would be taken from you. Well, I’ve just come to the conclusion not that many weeks ago, that the trade-off was worth it. So I thought tomyself, I’ve often felt bad about leaving the [Ottawa] River, but for the good they’ve done, I would say it was worth it. Yep, because if we had to depend onfar-away things we would be in a very difficult situation. I rethought that. I always didn’t like having to leave the river that I left, but then asI got into a tight spot where I did have need for the service of that hospital, I thought to myself ‘This is payback time. I’m getting paid back withinterest for what I lost.’ Does that answer you?» av.br/apr.THE STORYTELLER Gerald Nadeau spent his boyhood years in Buchanan Township on his Uncle Roger’s farm, helping to tend to the lighthouse and observing the people around him. He can recall stories about the early days with a crystal clear memory.These stories cover the time from 1830 when the first homesteaders laid claim to unyielding plots of land along the Ottawa River, to 1944 when His Majesty The King expropriated the Township of Buchanan for the war effort. Today, Gerald is one of the only remaining links that enable historians historians to catch a glimpse at what daily life in an Ottawa Valley pioneer community was like. A Whispered History aims to share Gerald’s unforgettable stories, both heartening and heartbreaking, about the settlers of Buchanan Township before they are forgotten forever.av./papr..

^[vii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[viii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[ix] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[x] Date historique (21 août 1986 : éruption au lac Nyos).

^[xi] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.blockquoteapr.Toronto Star (ON) — Thursday 19 Mar 2009av.br /apr.ARBOUR, Leo — On Wednesday, 18 March 2009, at Toronto East General Hospital. Leo, beloved husband of the late Eileen. Cherished father of Allan and his wife Lina and stepfather of Donna and her husband Wayne. Devoted grandpa to 6. Lovingly remembered by his sisters Kay, Irene andShirley, his brother Reggie and his large extended family. Predeceased by his sisters Jean and Lillian and his brothers Ernest, Donald, and Bernard. Resting at the Paul O’Connor Funeral Home, 1939 Lawrence Ave. E. (between Warden and Pharmacy) from 3-5 and 7-9 pm. Friday. Funeral Mass on Saturday afternoon at 1:30 pm in Blessed John XXIII Church (Gateway Blvd., east of Don Mills). Cremation. In lieu of flowers, donations made to Toronto East General’s Complex Continuing Care and Rehab would be greatly appreciated. The family wishes to acknowledge their heartfeltthanks to Angela and the staffof the Complex Continuing Care Unit.av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine MOUSSEAU DUNNE via email on 18 Aug 2009: Leo married a woman who was 11 years older than him. They seemed to have a good marriage and had one son, named Allan. Leo lived in Toronto (about 5 hours from here) but would come up home to visit a couple of times a year with Aunt Pineapple. When Uncle Leo and Aunt Eilleen married, my oldest brother was about 3 or 4. She loved to tease him and one day he looked at her and called her Aunt Pineapple. The name stuck. All of the nieces and nephews grew up calling her Aunt Pineapple.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email on 20 Aug 2009: My Aunt Eileen got pregnant as a young woman.The man she was in love with went off to war – he was killed and didn’t know about the baby to be. Aunt Eileen raised Donna on her own. Donna Mousseau actually got married 2 months after her mother married my Uncle Leo. Donna married Wayne Rivet on 10 October 1964. Aunt Eileen and Uncle Leo got married on 22 August 1964. They both got married in Campbell’s Bay, Quebec. Leo did not adopt her as she was already an adult and on her own. He did treat her like a daughter, though. I donot have any information on Donna’s birth. I do know that she is close to my mother’s age though. Aunt Eileen was 17 years older than my mother.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email on 21 Aug 2009: Last year on June 29th my Aunt Eileen diedandshe was cremated a few days later. I always save big projects (usually) for the summers when I’m off work. I was busy painting my son Andrew’s room when the phone rings. It’s my mother and she tells me that Uncle Dan and Aunt Irene are downstairs and Uncle Dan wants to talk to me. Can I please come downstairs? She sounds upset and I ask her if it’s an emergency because Iwas in the middle of painting the ceiling. Uncle Dan takes the phone and says: Your Uncle Leo just called andheis extremely upset. I say of course he is, his wife just died. Uncle Dan says no, it’smore than that. I ask what’s wrong?! Uncle Dan says: There was a fire at the crematorium last night and they can’t find your aunt. Your Uncle Leo is thinking of suing. Shannon, may the Lord forgive me, but I started laughing. I hung up the phone and went downstairs. I walk in look at my Uncle Dan and he starts laughing. Mom gets upset with the two of us. I say to mom: The owner of the crematoriumis stupid, why didn’t he just scoop up some ashes and put them in a container and give them to Uncle Leo. It’s not like Uncle Leo would know the difference and it would save a dying man (he was dyingof cancer) this anguish. Anyways, momis not amused. 3 days later the custodian who had been on duty the night of the fire comes back to work from his long weekend off. He tells the owner, oh by the way, I was able to get all the containers of ashes out before the fire got toobad.I put them . . . and he tells the owner where the ashes have been stored. They call Uncle Leo and he gets Aunt Eileen and is able to bury her – after a proper Catholic mass that is. When Uncle Leo died this past March, his son Allan used thesamecrematorium for him. My only comment was: Is he looking for trouble?av./blockquoteapr.av./papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr..

^[xii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xiii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xiv] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xv] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xvi] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.blockquoteapr.ARBOUR Family in Capital Memorial Gardensav.br /apr.In the Section called «Garden of the Old Rugged Cross»av.br /apr.210A-2av.br /apr.ARBOUR, Ernest R 1935-1988av.br /apr.ARBOUR, M. Helene 1938-av.br /apr.In Loving memoryav.br /apr.av.br /apr.According to Catherine MOUSSEAU DUNNE via email on 16 Jul 2009, Ernest died on 30 Oct 1987.av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email on 18 Aug 2009: Ernest – was a CREEP!!! That’s all I’ll say about him.av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email 20 Aug 2009: Although Uncle Ernest spend way too much time at our house drinking, etc. Aunt Helene and the children didn’t. Aunt Helene never saw Ernest’s fault – if he was drunk it was becausesomeone made him – puuuuhleazzzzzzze!!!! Perhaps it was her way of coping. She did come with the children at the big holidays – Christmas and Easter. Aunt Helene came to both my wedding shower and my baby shower and gave lovely gifts both times. She just didn’t like the «party» atmosphere in the Arbour clan.av./blockquoteapr.av./papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr..

^[xvii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xviii] Sources du décès : Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other ; sources de l’inhumation : Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xix] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xx] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxi] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxii] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxiii] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxiv] av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. He was an electrician and an alcoholic (as was Ernest). He often worked with my father who was also an electrician. They once had a job at the local funeral home. Bernie was a scaredy cat. He was down in the basement where they coffins were kept. He was installing a plug. One of the sons of the family who owned the funeral home hid behind a coffin, when Uncle Bernie had to shut out the light to put in the switch the kid jumped out at him. Bernie ran from the building screaming and refused to finish the job. He also once went hunting with my dad anddad’s brother Simon, just as my Uncle Simon was going to pull the trigger and bag his deer, Uncle Bernie started shouting for the deer to run – which it did. Uncle Simon wanted to shoot Bernie. When I was 5 years old I was hospitalized because I had caught the flu and couldn’t keep anything in. The hospital was 12 miles away from home. Mom came for a visit each evening but that was it. God was looking out for me though because Dad and Bernie got a contract in Shawville (where the hospital) was and they would take turns popping in to see me. He never married nor had any children.av./papr..

^[xxv] Date historique (1er août 1936 : Hitler ouvre les Xème Jeux Olympiques).

^[xxvi] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxvii] Sources du décès : Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other ; sources de l’inhumation : Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxviii] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxix] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxx] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxxi] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxxii] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xxxiii] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. From daughter Catherine via email on 19 Jul 2009: I’m not sure if I told you or not, but I am the primary caregiver of my mother who is terminally ill.Fridays and Saturdays can sometimes be overwhelming as I deal with my housework, her, groceries etc. av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email on 19 Jul 2009: I asked mom when Aunt Lillian got married butunfortunately my mother’s mind is not quite what it used to be. She was fine earlier in the evening but as the evening wore on she couldn’t even remember how Aunt Lillian got to be an Arbour. I will keep trying.av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Story from Catherine via email on 19 Aug 2009: My mother’s sister owns a cottage on the Quebec side. We used to spend many a summer weekend there . . . that in itself is funny because my mother is terrified of all «nature». She hates bugs, mice, snakes, etc. Anyway we were all at Aunt Irene’s cottage, I was about 15 at the time. My mother was having a grand old time. She decided she was going to entertain everyone with her singing and dancing – night time in the country is dark – very dark. My mother tripped over a fallen tree and broke a couple of toes. She refuses to go to the hospital because she has been drinking. Monday morning we are home again and mom calls our family doctor. The doctor has an opening so mom goes. The doctor took some x-rays and tells mom three toes are broken and she puts these little splint thingies on them. She asks my mother how she broke her toes and my mother tells her: Al Cool. The doctor is confused and thinks it’s a person. Mom does not clear up the doctor’s confusion. Alcool was a brand of gin (I believe) at the time.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Story from Catherine via email on 19 Aug 2009: About 6 years ago my mother decided to change her carpeting. She got a good deal (on the Quebec side) but you had to install it yourself. Mom convinced Rod (my sister’s hubby) andI to do it. We picked the following Saturday. Mom asked if itwould be okay for Aunt Kay to come over for the weekend. I said yes, because I thought it would keep mom out of our hair as we worked. Rod and I got busy (about 9 am) and ripped outall the old carpeting and scraped away the underlay that had stuck to the hardwood floors. It was hot and nasty work. We worked all day. Rod had to be home for 6 and I told him that I could finish up on my own. I justhad the hallway and stairs leading to the basement to do. He left. Mom has been steadily drinking all day and I kept trying to get her to eat to no avail. At 6 I told her I was taking a supper break and that if she didn’t eat I would force feed her. She said she would eat. I went upstairs to eat and came back down an hour later. When I got in I could tell that she hadn’t eaten but she told me that she had ordered food for her and Aunt Kay from the local pizza place (Fred’s). I get busy with the carpeting, about 10 minutes later I see flashing blue lights outside the living room window. Then Isee two police officers heading to the door. Mom makes it to the door before I do. And she says: «Where’s my pizza?» to the officers. The officers asksher what the emergency is just as I’m running to the door. I say there’s no emergency how can I help you officer? As my Aunt Kay swings her head around the door and says, don’t forget the wings. I push both mom and Aunt Kay out of the way and go out on the verandah with the police. The male officer tells me that they got a 911 call from this address. I tell him that I know for certain that my mother nor my aunt could have made the call becauseI was right there and they were noton the phone. THEN THE LIGHT BULB goes off in my head and I ask them to wait a moment. I go back in and yell down in to the basement where my brother is – surprisehe’s drunk. I asked him if he called 911. He says, I don’t know but I called somebody and told them we were hungry but it wasn’t an emergency yet. I curse and run back outside and I looked at the officer and said rather wearily just shoot me and put me out of my misery. The lady officer asks if I’m okay and I explain theentire day and situation to her. She is sympathetic; the male officer – not so much. We don’t joke about shooting people. The lady officer speaks to him quietly and he settles down. Of course I realize it was a stupid thing to say I tell himBUTyou don’t live with these nuts– I do. Anyway the police leave with the warning that if they get another call they will have to arrest someone – I was actually thinking of begging God to let mom or Ricky call again. I go back in and mydarlingmother and aunt ask where the food is. I tell them that neither one of them is the brightest crayon in the box and that that was the police not Fred’s delivery. Mom says, well, what didthey want???? I just looked at her and went backto work.When I saw the headlights of another car I was at the door in two seconds flat. It was Fred’s. I paid him. They ate. I finished my work and went upstairs. Brendan had been out for a while when he got back I tell him tearfully what has happened. He starts laughing his head off – I could have choked him. The next day I go downstairs and mom and Aunt Kay are having their morning coffee. I ask them if they remember last night – neither one does – I tell them what happened. Mom looksatme and tells me not to make up stories. My brother Ricky looks at me and apologizes. Mom looks at me again and says, you mean it’s true. Oh yes, I say, and guess what you old darlings, next time I won’t interfere and I’ll let them cart you all away.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.I always tell people I run an old age home – it’s kind of true – my mother and my two brothers who live with her downstairs are all older than I am. AND I do take care of them – making sure they have food, clothes etc.av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Cathy via email on 11 Dec 2010: Mum is still hanging on. Her weight is now hovering around 80 pounds. I am still working mornings – I get home around11:20 am. My brothers have been helping a bit more with housework and meals but I have 100% of the mom’s care. My sister is not around much to help.av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Cathy via email on 10 Sep2011: My mother’s health declined in March and I was forced (happily) to leave my job and I now stay home and carefor her full-time. Within days of this happening my father-in-law ended up in hospital with 3 broken ribs and a life threatening blood clot — all of this on top of his Parkinsons.av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.newspaper (ON) — Saturday 01 Dec 2012av.br /apr.MOUSSEAU, Shirley (née Arbour)av.br /apr.Gone to be with the love of her life, the late Henry Mousseau. She will be sadly missed by her children Ricky, Ronnie, Cathy and Janie. She will be sadly missed by her sons-in-law, Brendan andRod, her grandchildren Ashley, Andrew and Tyler as well as by her great- grandchildren Jake and Sadie. Viewing to be held at the Ringrose Funeral Home in Campbell’s Bay, Québec on Friday, November30th, from 2 pm to 5 pm and from 7 pmto 9 pm. On Saturday December 1st, the funeral home will open at 10 am followed by the funeral mass which will be held at 11 am at St John the Evangelist church in Campbell’s Bay.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.29 November 2012av.br /apr.So many great memories of thislittlelady. She had a busy busy house with four of her own, but she let me be part of her family too! Great memories…lots of laughs….and always the feeling that you were loved and cared for. I’ll miss you Mrs. Mousseau!!! Muchloveand sympathy to everyone who was blessed to know her!!!av.br /apr.av.br /apr.1 December 2012av.br /apr.I love you and miss you Nanny. I wouldn’t be the woman I am today if it weren’t for you. Thank you for being you – a kind and loving woman who gave of herselfasking nothing in return. May youfly with the angels and always watch over us. You are finally reunited with Poppa! I love you Nanny. You are my sunshine. v. Ashley, Rob Jake and Sadie, Ottawa, Ontarioav.br /apr.av.br /apr.av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div id=»I21457″ style=»font:12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: #f3f5de;»apr. av./divapr.av./papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr..

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^[xxxvii] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.blockquoteapr.Affectionately called «Uncle Gopher» by the kids in the family.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine MOUSSEAU DUNNE via email on 18 Aug 2009: Barbara Black was a very special woman.She was mentally handicapped. She lived next door to my Uncle Donald’s sister Jean. They met when Uncle Donald was visiting and she fell head over heals in love with him. They had lived together for about 10 years before he died. I suspect that Uncle Donald was a bit slow as well. Anyway, she moved in with Uncle Donald and took care of him. Even though they were not married she lived the vows..for better or worse (he was an alcoholic), for richer or poorer (they were both on disability), and in sickness (he developed cancer). They had to remove his tongue – then part of his cheek and throat….and finally a lung. Just before he died they wanted to remove his other cheek and his nose…he said no. He lived a few doorsdown from us. The night he died (it was during the night) he was seated at their kitchen table, Barbara (God bless and rest her soul) sat up with him until morning. Then she came over to our place and told us she couldn’t make himwake up. Momwent over and found him – in Canada when you die at home the police need to be called, so she did. Barbara stayed by his side until they removed him. She ended up getting muscular dystrophy and was placed in a home. She died a few years ago.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email on 18 Aug 2009: A sweet story about Uncle Donald . . . He used to work the pipe lines. He would be gone for months on end up North. When he got back he always boarded with us. We were very poor. He wouldsave his change while he was away and give it to mom «to get stuff for the kids» when he got back. One Christmas when I was 6 (I believe), he bought Janie (my sister) and I an easy bake oven. Janie and I had a blast «cooking» for the family Christmas day. Uncle Donald tried everything we made. We calledhim Uncle Gopher – don’t know how he got the name but it was years before I knew his name was actually Donald. Something I learned from him – I do not take any medications of any kind(unless there is no choice). When Uncle Donald had a headache he always put a bit of Vick’s vapo rub on his forehead. I’ve always done the same thing. Uncle Donald would have done anything for us kids….and his brothers and sisters as well.He was a kind and loving soul.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email on 19 Aug 2009: This story is about my Uncle Donald, Uncle Reggie, Uncle Dan, and my father. Surprise surprise everyone had congregated at our house one fine summer Saturday.The men were in the back yard chatting. (It was too early still to be drinking.) Anyway Uncle Donald missed seeing the bumble bee nest that was under the verandah and he bumped it. The bees swarmed out and stung him on the lips. We didn’t know it but he was allergic. His lips started to swell up and the other men folk started laughing and teasing him until they realized he was having trouble breathing. The hospital was close to our house so Uncle Reggie and Uncle Dan drove himthere. In the emergency room Uncle Donald was unable to tell them what had happened so Uncle Reggie tried (Uncle Dan was parking the car). Uncle Reggie got a fit of the giggles (probably from nerves) and all the doctor was able to understandwastheword bees (Uncle Reggie has always been extremely hard of hearing and has a slight speech impediment because of it). The doctor must have thought Uncle Reggie was drunk because he made him leave the emergency room, Uncle Dan went inand explained. The doctor’s treated Uncle Donald and he was able to go home. This was before the epi-pen so he always had to be careful after that.av./blockquoteapr.av./papr.av.pstyle=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr..

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^[xl] av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. Jean had a heart condition and was a patient of the famous Dr. Leon. She had just tunred 39 a few months before she died. It was very sad and tragic for her husband and two young sons.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Catherine via email on 18 Aug 2009: Aunt Jean was great. She married Uncle Jack and had two boys. She lived across the street from my high school. So some days I would go over for lunch and we’d decide to go shopping for the afternoon. She’d call the school – pretend to be my mother – and tell them I was sick. My mother never found out. Her death was so tragic. She had a massive heart attack at the age of 39 at home in bed. My Aunt Irene was supposed to have lunch with her -when she didn’t answer the door Aunt Irene let herself in and found her. She was 15 years older than me.av./papr..

^[xli] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xlii] Notes : Massive Heart Attack. Sources : Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xliii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

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^[xlvii] av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. London Free Press (ON) — Saturday 11 Feb 1995 — p c10av.br /apr.ARBOUR, Mr. J. L. Orval, 56, Londonav.br /apr.At St Joseph’s Health Centre on Thursday, 9 February1995, Mr. J. L.Orval Arbour of London in his 57th year, beloved husband of Claudette, son of Violet Beauchamp and the late Lawrence Arbour. Loving father of Marcel and his wife Kim of Kippen, and Rick and Lynn and her husband Ron Hill, all of London. Also survived by his granddaughter, Amanda. Predeceased by his granddaughter Melissa. Interment at St Peter’s Cemetery.av./papr..

^[xlviii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xlix] Date historique (9 février 1995 : traversée de l’Atlantique à la nage).

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^[liv] av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr.She had 1 childav./papr..

^[lv] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

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^[lxii] av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. Ottawa Citizen (ON) — 06 Dec 2013av.br /apr.ARBOUR, Norman Josephav.br /apr.Dear son of the late Violet and Lawrence Arbour, Norman died suddenly and unexpectedly on 27 November 2013 at the age of 71. He leaves behind his children, Alan (Joanne), Michael (Sue), Dan (Sue), Violette and Maryse and will live on in the hearts of his grandchildren, Ryan, Jeremy, Ashley and Vanessa. Norman will be deeply missed by his many brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews. As a long-time employee of AECL, he will be fondly remembered by many colleagues and acquaintances whose lives he made brighter, whether at work, with his efforts in minor hockey, or as a fun-loving and kind friend who touchedmany lives. Friends may call the Valley Funeral Home on Monday, 9 December, 7-9 pm. Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated at St Anthony Catholic Church, Chalk River on Tuesday, 10 December at 11 am. Interment at St Anthony Parish Cemetery (in the Spring). In memoriamdonations to the Ontario Heart and Stroke foundation would be gratefully appreciated.av./papr..

^[lxiii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

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^[lxxii] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. Joseph Gerard ARBOURav./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.papr.av.strongapr. ARBOUR, Joseph Gerard av./strongapr.After a courageous battle, it is with extreme sadness that we announce the passing of JosephArbour, surrounded by his family, on March 19, 2014, at the age of 69. Dear son of the late Violet and Lawrence Arbour. Survived by his loving wife Georgette(Letourneau) of 47 years. A wonderful father to Joseph (Sheri) and Jeanette (Glenn).Cherished grandfather to Kristopher, Katelyn, Jacob, Jessica and Daniel. Survived by his many brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews. A long time and dedicated employee of National Steel Car. He will forever be missed by his cherished dog, Lady. Cremation has taken place. Family and friends will be received at theav.strongapr. DONALD V. BROWN FUNERAL HOME, av./strongapr. 36 Lake Avenue Dr., Stoney Creek on Saturday, March 29, 2014 from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Funeral Service will be held in the Funeral Home Chapel on Sunday, March 30, 2014 at 1:30 p.m.av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.papr. av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr.av.!–media gallery starts here–apr.av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.divapr.av.!–media gallery starts here–apr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div class=»right MediaGallery GBMediaGallery»apr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div class=»tabTl UIphoto active»apr.                av./divapr.av./papr.av.papr.av.!–photo section –apr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div style=»display: block;»apr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div id=»gallery» style=»width: 360px;»apr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div style=»width: 360px; height: 270px;»apr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div class=»ad-image» style=»left: 45px; top: 0px; width: 270px; height: 270px;»apr. av./divapr.av./papr.av.papr.av.img class=»ad-loader» style=»display: none;» src=»http://www.lifenews.ca/images/loading.gif» alt=»» /apr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div class=»ad-next»apr. av./divapr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div class=»ad-prev»apr. av./divapr.av./papr.av.papr.av./divapr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div class=»ad-nav»apr. av./divapr.av./papr.av.papr.av./divapr.av./papr.av.papr.av./divapr.av./papr.av.papr.av./divapr.av./papr.av./divapr..

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^[lxxviii] av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. WILL ARBOUR Jr. HAS AN AMAZING STORY TO TELL av.br /apr.[from his website http://www.whowil.com/WHO%20WILL%20I%20WILL%20statements.htm on 31 Mar 2006]av.br /apr.Youwill be reading a true and factual accountof events that happened to my father. All of the following can be supported by original documents. You will see his death certificate and petition.av.br /apr.av.br/apr.Ref: The Estate of Willard Ernest Arbour Sr.: The documents pertaining to the Estatewere retrieved from Public Records.av.br /apr.Retrieved By: Willard Alexander Arbour Jr.; Date Ordered: 08 Jul 2003; Date of Birth: 24 Jun 1917; Place of Birth: Pembroke, Ontario, Canada; Resident Of: Chalk River, Ontario, Canada; Father Deceased:08 Jul 1980av.br /apr.WWII Veteran: Regimental No: C – 33259 Europe . C – 417743 Korea; Social Insurance No: 419-581-566; Parliament: Employee Senate

Messengerav.br /apr.Divorce Application: 28 Oct 1969; Case file No: 3528 -1629 – 69; vav.br /apr.Decree ofDivorce Agreement:av.br /apr.1 )That Mary Lillian Ann Arbour would be Disinherit to the Estate of Willard Ernest Arbourav.br /apr.

2 ) That any Child Support owing to her in the past or in the forthcoming would be dissolved at that precise date 2 Sep1970.av.br /apr.Divorce Wife: Mary Lillian Anne Arbour Villeneuve; Date of Birth: 07 Oct 1930; Common Law to: Edgar Villeneuve 1966 to 2000; Mother Deceased: 16 Jan 2000av.br /apr.av.br /apr.My mother’s divorce lawyer deceived me the first time I met him,pretending to be representing Lawyer to my Father’s Estate. I thought this lawyer was the Senate Lawyer my Father spoke of — at least that is what this lawyer and Lillian Mary Ann Arbour Villeneuve led me to believe.

Three years had passed since Iheard my father’s lawyer’s name. When my mother’s divorce lawyer said he was my Dad’s Lawyer, Ijust assumed he was because the names were similar. I was not thinking of Dad’s Estate or Lawyers, just the pain of losing the only person thateverloved or cared about me. My father’s Estate lawyeragreed to sit on Willard Ernest Arbour’ s Will. He also agreed not to hand it back into the courts, for the sum of Fifty Thousand Dollars which would come out of the Estate. Hired bymy mother’s divorce lawyer and my father’s estate lawyer, their legal secretary and her accomplice forced my father to sign over his entire Estate to the legal secretary on 06 Jul 1980, just thirty-seven hours beforehe died. I lived with my Father three years before he died of cirrhosis of the liver. He did not even know who I was six or seven months before his passing, let alone be of sound mind to the secretary’s own hand-written falsified Will.

This secretary and her accomplice had donethis kind of shady work for my mother’s divorce lawyer in the past , along with her long time friend and comrade, a local government employee. This government employee was hired by the divorce lawyer’s secretary in assisting them in this shady work, not only with my father but with more people in the past.

A nurse at the hospital (Civic Hospital) who was a witness to the legal secretary’s own hand-written Will was not Willard Ernest Arbour’s nurse, but just passing bymy father’sroom; who did not actually see Willard Ernest Arbour Sr. sign any Will, only took the word of the other witness, the government employee. A Judge, a trusted and long time friend of my mother’s divorce lawyer, who was sick at the time due toalcohol was signing papers at will for this divorce lawyer without a glance as to what was on them. This judge would not have signed these papers if he knew what was on these papers, but he trusted this divorce lawyer. A third party lawyer from another firm doctored and falsified the necessary papers that had to be done, then put them back in the hands of divorce lawyer.

The divorce lawyer knew Lillian Mary Ann Arbour Villeneuve, the Divorced wife of Willard Ernest Arbour,could notgo after my father’s Estate. This is why they put the Estate in the legal secretary’s name. Then when it was time to go to court, Lillian Mary Ann Arbour Villeneuve would only have to contest the secretary’s hand written Will.For afee, thesecretary would not give Lillian Arbour Villeneuve a hard time in court. The legal secretary for her part she would receive Ten Thousand Dollars — Eight Thousand Dollars would come out of the Estate for her, Two Thousand Dollars was paidtoher long time friend and comrade, the government employee, shortly after they made Willard Ernest Arbour Sr. sign over his entire Estate.

The divorce lawyer was always keeping Lillian Arbour Villeneuve well informed and upto date over thephone. Ioverheard a conversation between the two on how the divorce lawyer was having a hard time finding a judge to hear his case. The courts were so tied up; the divorce lawyer tried frantically to get a judge to hear his case. The divorce lawyer mentioned to my mother that he had to hurry to get his case heard, that he had a deadline to keep. The divorce lawyer also said, he had to get these papers along with other papers that lawyers were gathering up into the archives warehouse in a hurry. He mentioned that these papers were not going to survive or surface ever again.

The divorce lawyer told my mother that if he could not get his case heard in time, that he might have to go over to the Quebec side.There he would have to get a judge to come over to Ontario, to hear his case — a Quebec Judge was willing to come to Ontario side to hear the divorce lawyer’s case. av.br /apr.av.br /apr.The divorce lawyer, whom I still assumed was my father’s estatelawyer,came to metell methat there was a woman trying to get my Father’s Widows Pension. He also told me that this was the same women who got my Father’s Estate. He felt strongly that my mother should be entitled to the Widows Pension, because shewas theonlywomen who was ever legally married to my Father.

I asked this lawyer what he meant when he said «some woman got my Father’s Estate»? This lawyer said, «Yes, therewas a hearing a while back and this woman claimed to be his girlfriend or somethingor another. But she managed to get your Father’s Estate.» I asked this lawyer how can there be a hearing without me, he only replied that he didn’t know. It happens, he replied. This lawyer said that all he could do now is to start representing my mother and make sure that this woman doesn’t get away with the Widows Pension. Prior to having this Quebec judge hear the lawyer’s final case, this lawyer was coaching me. He kept saying, «Now remember, only speak whenI askyouto.

When I ask you if you know of thiswomen (legal secretary?), I just want you to reply ‘No, that you didn’t know her and you have never seen her before.’ I’ll do the rest.» I met this lawyer, my mother, and sister Dianne outside the courtroom the day wewent up in front of the Quebec judge. This fraudulent lawyer motioned everyone into the courtroom, except for me. He said that he wanted me to wait in the lobby until he came and got me and he reminded me of my lines.What seemed likea long time, took about twenty to twenty-five minutes. This fraudulent lawyer finally came out of the courtroom and waved me in.

A final whisper from this fraudulent lawyer, «Remember just answer my questions, nothing more or less.» I was introduce to the Quebec judge as Mrs. Lillian Arbour oldest son. I took the stand immediately. The Quebec judge asked me if I knew the person (legal secretary) or have I ever seen her before? I looked at the women he was pointing at, right awaythe look of this women was cold. The legal secretary had bluish-gray hair very richly looking, the clothes to match dark blue and gray in color. There was no chance my father or I even as much as talked to this type of women, let alonethis women beingin my father’s apartment which smelt of diarrhea months before my Dad entered the hospital. I replied to the fraudulent lawyer’s question saying, «I nor my father have ever seen this person ever. I continued to say that I lived with my father for three years prior to his death, that this person was an impostor.

I asked the women who she was and why she was doing this? I looked at the judge to explain everything to him, but this judge was writing, looking down asif he didn’t heara word I said. This fraudulent lawyer immediately stopped everything, saying, «oh!-oh! May we be excused for a minute or two»? Without bringing his head up to acknowledge me or this fraudulent lawyer, thejudge just nodded his head sayingnothing. This fraudulent lawyer quickly asked me to step down for a moment, motioningwith his hand in a quick manner. I stepped down wondering what was going on, I sat next to my mother. In a scolding whisper she said, I think you spoiled itfor me. I replied, «what» and at that precise time this fraudulent lawyer called me out to the hallway. Confused to what my mother said, I went with this fraudulent lawyer hoping for an explanation. All thisfraudulent lawyer said was for me to wait out in the hallway, that I was getting the women upset and that he would call me in shortly.

This fraudulent lawyer stopped a passerby police officer asking him to make sure I did not re-enterthe courtroom. Needless to say, the policeofficer did what this fraudulent lawyer wanted. Once again I was waiting in the hallway for this fraudulent lawyer to come and get me, but he never did. Later, my mother and sister Dianne came out of the courtroom. Iwent upto them asking, «What happened?» Mother said, «Nothing happened. It’s over.» «What do you mean it’s over!! Did you get the Widows Pension?» I replied.» «Yes, I got it. Now come on, let’s go.» Shortly after that, I heard on the radio that there was water damagedone toa building that housed Wills and Estates.

There were thousandsof documents, that were destroyed. Right away I thought of the divorce lawyer and the other lawyers, they destroyed everything. I wentto the police about these lawyers trying to railroad my Father’sEstate but they could not help me, without any names. Well, I still did not have any names. Until my mother requested to see me, at her death bed. Only then, did I know the truth, my mother told me that this fraudulent lawyer was in fact her Divorce Lawyer, that this fraudulent lawyer was never my Father’s lawyer. She sat me down and explained everything, most of it I already knew.

I asked Lillian Arbour Villeneuve if she remembered what my Father’s Lawyer’s name was but she couldn’t remember. She told me to go to the Notre Dame Cemetery for that information, that it would be there. av.br /apr.av.br/apr.I knew roughly the where abouts my Father was buried, but not the exactspot. On06 July 2003 on oneof my regular visits to the cemetery, I continued the search for Dad. Having no luck in my search, I once again left the cemetery. As I was driving out, an elderly lady was sitting on the edge near theentrance. She was wearing a white dress,with a flowered pattern.

There was such a pleasant-peaceful look about her, she immediately became the focal point to my interest. I stopped the vehicle across the road and watched her for a moment. She seemed like, she was sketching something from a distance. I stepped out of the vehicle, walking toward her. I sat in conversation range from her. We talked about the day and her sketch which was quite good. I mentioned to her that I was visiting my father, butthat he was playing a little hide and seek game with me. I told her I’ve been searching for my dad’s burial sight for years, but could not find him.

She pointed to a building saying, «If you go to the office of the cemetery from 8 to 5 pm, they would know where he was buried.» Well, once again, my education has embarrassed me at an inconvenient time. Who would have known that dead people needed an office too? I left thanking her, as she spoke her last words to me. «Whenyou find your father, plant him some flowers. Dead people love flowers too, you know.» The pleasant memory of thislady kept me up half the night. I’m not the spiritual kind of guy, but if there was ever an angle. On 07 July 2003,with the memory of this lady still fresh onmy mind. Iwoke up late, arriving at the Notre Dame Cemetery at around 2 pm. An employee whom I will not identify kindly approached me, offering me her assistance. Giving her the same name as my father, lettingher know what great lengths I have searched for my father, I asked her if she could help me locate my father’s burial site.

The employee was only too happy help me, in what seemed like such a small quest. The employee went to the files, coming back towards meshe looked a little disappointed. «Are you sure your father was buried here?» she replied. She said there was no record of a Willard Ernest Arbour listed by that name. Of course my father is buried here, I replied, slightlybaffled to what the employee was saying. She went back to check the files again, this time coming back with the look of accomplishment. This is why we could not find him, your father was buried under the name of Ernest Willard Arbour.

I thought in anger saying to myself, «It figures those crooks couldn’t even bury Dad in his right name. The employee gave the area where dad was, Posse (lot) # 212 section 64 – A. Feeling eagerness in finally finding Dad, soon came to confusion anda sense of lost. I was havinga hardtime finding the location and quickly went back to see the employee, she sent a grounds person to show me. When we reached an empty area of the cemetery, the grounds person stood there with his arms pointing in an southerly direction.

He said, «this is where your father is, his head at my feet and his legs pointing in that direction.» Sadly, dad had no stone or plate to mark his resting place. I asked him how he knew myfather was buried in that particular spot. Hepointed at a small gray brick in the ground with a silver plate pop riveted to it. Engraved to this small metal plate was the words that read POSSE # 212Section 64 – A. I was outraged that lawyers cashed in on my fathersEstate disinheriting me and they couldn’t even properly mark Dad’s grave site. Back to the cemetery office, I spoke again to the employee. I asked her how would I go about getting a stone in place for my dad. That area was of common ground, nothing to be erected in that area. That I would have to place a plate there only. I inquired about a plate.

The price of these plates were very highly priced. The employee said, «Just pay for it out of the Estate.» I told her (knowing the lawyers destroyed all the records)there was no Estate. She kind of giggled saying, «Yes, there is.» I replied, that there wasn’t. Again she giggled saying, «Oh, yes, there is!» I was getting a little upset as to what she was saying and asked her what she meant. Once again she said in a giggling kind of way, Oh yes there is an Estate and I’ll prove it to you. Cheerfully walking away from me saying, «Here I’ll show you what I mean,» she replied. The employee came back with some papers which had some information ofmy dad. The employee had to explain everything to me because the information was in French. The employee gave me a copy of these papers.

I went to 100 Spark Street, there I was told that THE FIRM moved to 200 Elgin St. on the main floor. There I met another female lawyer, she told me that the Estate Lawyer has been dead for ten years. I asked her about my Fathers Will, if you want to know what happened to your Father’s Will just go across the street to the courthouse to Public Records and find out there what happened to it. Once again my education has failed me. I had no knowledge of this Public Records. As long as I was getting leads to all this information, I was determined to investigate. av.br /apr.av.br /apr.On08 July 2003, Iordered File # 62880/80 : Date Received 10 July 2003. Title of Proceedings: Estate of Willard E. Arbour. Receiving this File of Documents the papers were almost like brittle texture.

When questioned,the clerk reminded me of the water damage. These papers were not suppose to survive, hoping they have some prove my quest for the truth. I called the cemetery employee to thank her once again, but she said she couldn’t talk to me anymore. That herjob was threatened andnot to call her back that she needed her job. I started a little protest in front of the Lawyers Building 200 Elgin Street, A reporter of the local news covered the story but down-played it a lot. I had the privilege of talking to the accomplice’s daughter. She acknowledged knowing of her mother’s friend the Estate secretary the daughter said, «I saw you on the news. I was appalled on what the Estate secretary has done to you. I was not a bit surprised that the Estate secretary did this, knowing her past. I never liked that woman.» When I implicated her mother, I could tell that she was shocked. Excuse me! «My mother is a Born Again Christian, she would never take part in anything like this.» I mentioned to the daughter that her mother knowingly signed Estate secretary’s illegal Will.

The daughter did not want to believe me. She was to talk to her mother and get back to me. I waited a week, then called the daughter back. She talked with her mother, now wanted to see the Willthat her mother witnessed. She said, «I know my mothers signature and wanted to compare.» I obliged her by immediately bringing a copy toher on Meadowlands Dr. hoping she would get her mother to correct a wrong.Instead,I was wrong,she quickly changed her phone number.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.1. The Estate lawyer did not hand Dad’s Will back into the courts. Is it possible they might have been destroyed?av.br /apr.2. 31 Mar 1980 till his death 08 Jul1980. Why did the Estate secretary an educated women of the legal profession wait till hours of my Fathers death, to sign over his Estate to her? The Estate secretary gave information to Kelly’s Funeral Home on Somerset Street W. Branch on my Father, which was unknown to her. i.e.: Social Insurance Number or Place of Birth was false.av.br /apr.3. Dad was taking morphine, a man who they claim to be of sound mind. The Estate secretary’s hand written Will, is no joking matter. It was a deliberate, planned Criminal Act.av.br /apr.4. The Estate secretary and the accomplice done this kind of Criminal  Act for the divorce lawyer before they did it to my Father.av.br /apr.5.

The divorce lawyer went to his grave a broke man, knowing a lot of lawsuits wouldtake place after his death. Did the Estate secretary pass away broke too, in fear of a Lawsuit against her Estate?av.br /apr.6. The Estate secretary accomplice has a house in Manotick, Ontario, and is still very much alive. Will she sell her house too in fear of a Lawsuit?av.br /apr.7. Itried to contact the Estate secretary accomplice by phone, at the address 1195 Meadowlands Dr. E . The Estate secretary accomplice’s daughter switched names in obtaining a phone through Bell Canada.av.br /apr.8.

My biological mother’s second husband sold the house he shared with Mrs. Lillian Arbour Villeneuve as soon as he found out I was after the truth.av.br /apr.9. Why did the lawyers end up with most of the money from my dad’s Estate?av.br /apr.10. How much was actually paid outto the lawyers?av.br /apr.11. Someone must have cut the lawyers a promissory note of some kind, to dad’s Estate, Life Insurance, and Pensionav.br /apr.12. The fraudulent lawyer confronted me saying, «Look-it, Iknow your Fathergot screwedout of his Estate, but it was your motherthat did it. I should know I did the paper work to make it happen for her. Ask her she’ll tell you.» I told the fraudgenant lawyer I didn’t have a mother, I had a Father.That he was goingto pay for what he did to my father. Hequickly got a gag order against me not to challenge them, depriving me of my right to Free Speech & Rights to Protest against a crime that the lawyers did against my Father.

They will continue to cheat the deadand there loved-ones if I do not take a stand now.av.br /apr.13. I’ve been threaten of a lawsuit or thrown in jail if I continue to defame what they call the good reputation of these people.av.br /apr.14. I am not defaming anyone. They are defaming meby calling me a liar.av.br /apr.15. Day of the Court Order that was placed on 02 Mar 2004. I was ambushed by the police and lawyers, told to be in court in ten minutes. Inadequate time to prepare my case.av.br /apr.16. Lawyers asked for atemporary Court Order, becausethey intended to sue me. Arethey stalling for time? Hoping everyone involved would die soon or later.av.br /apr.17. Why can I not be heard in front of a Judge and Jury? av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Iwas told positive remarks of The Law Society –well, we’ll see. The last thing you want is to have your children or your grandchildren, asking for justice for you. After the parents hired a low down snake to protect their Will and Estate for their loved ones.

More Information: On dad’s WILL and Estate, please contact:Call: (613) 566 – WILL; Fax: (613) 233-8629av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Thank you, Willard Alexander Arbour Jr.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.P.S. I have been to court twice, both times I felt the Judges cared les what I had to say.Is fraudulent third party lawyeror someone else talking to the Judge prior to the court case? I can not and will not stop until there is a Public Inquiry of some kind into this matter. If you wish to respond to this statement please e-mail me at: [email protected] /apr.___av.br/apr.av.br /apr.By 19 Aug 2008, a new message appeared on Will’s website:av.br /apr.Hello, I’m Willard E. Arbour Sr. I died of cirrhosis of the liver after suffering some 18 months from it. My son spentmy last three years living with me.I spent my last 3 months in hospital under heavy medication so I could deal with the pain. Not 36 hours before I died, a woman asked me to sign what was in her words my «new will and testament»: instead ofleaving everything to my son for himto distribute amongmy other six children and himself, this new will asked me to give everything to someone I didn’t know, I refused. The woman signed my name; I didn’t sign. Proof? Why would I sign E. W. Arbour, as shown on the new will, when my real name is W.E. Arbour? — always has been.

Other things don’t hang together either. They buried me as E. W. Arbour and listed Next of Kin as my lawyer and law firm: they duped my son and my children received nothing of my estate, perhaps $300. It’s not fair, it’s theft or illegal by some replacement will and testament, the one I certainly did not sign. That signature is not mine. It’s a forgery. This seems so obvious and simple to correct: why can’t it bedone? My son hasbeen carrying the burden all these years; sure, you can see it still on his shoulders as this sandwich board. If you know of a way to lighten his burden or to help him carry this (his andmy)  message to perhaps a hundred honest and generous people who can use their influence to right a wrong, please let my son know how. He is willing, but he hasn’t been listened to or heard. If you are moved by this story and would like to see justice done, please sign the petition.av./papr..

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dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.blockquoteapr.From his cousin Catherine MOUSSEAU DUNNE via email on 14 Jul 2009: He was born on 12 April 1951. Yes, I know about his website. There is something you should know – his website is full of bull you know what. When my great-uncle Williard died in July of 1980 there was a bit of money.

It was left to my Aunt Lillian (perhaps withthe assumption that she would share it with the children – she didn’t). Willy (as heis known in the family) never said boo about the money until some time after his mother died in January of 2000. It is my opinion and that of most of the family (including some of this siblings) that he is not playing with a full deck. How inGod’s name do you sue dead people for money? Because all the people involved in his «case» are dead. He has even chained himself to a tree outside the courthouse.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Cathy via email on 19 Aug 2009: Willie has one son who is mentally disabled – and I do not know his name because for some reason he has never been «talked» about in the family.av.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Ottawa Sun (ON) — 15 Jul 2010 — by Doug Hempsteadav.br /apr.HINTONBURH RESIDENT HAS THE BOOM-BOOM BLUESav.br /apr.Joan McIntyre is feeling cranky these days. The 73-year-old mother of eight can’t sleep. «I took a sleeping pill around 9:30 pm and I was still awake at 11 pm,» McIntyre said. «It didn’t doanything.» The Hintonburg resident’s apartment is six floors up, and directly faces the Blues fest main stage, a few blocks away. Having lived in the building for 20 years, and in the same unit for two years, McIntyre said it seems Blues fest is just as loud as ever. But her city councillor, Diane Holmes, disagrees. Holmes said the main audio board for the main stage is supposed to be putting out 90 decibels of sound this year, as opposed to 95 in 2009. «We’ve had no complaints at all,» Holmes said. «Everything is going great.» Mc Intyre said making complaints to the city is «hopeless.» Her apartment is close enough to hear live acts through the walls and over the hum of her air conditioner, even when the main stage isn’t featured. She said it gets worse after 9 pm.

She said she can’t make out any of the music. «Boom, boom, boom – it’s not even blues,» McIntyre said. «It gets louder as the night goes on. You can’t sleep.» On weekends when music starts at noon, McIntyre has taken to simply leaving for the day.»I’d rather spend money on gas,» she said. «It’s a terrible time of year.» Holmes said the city’s health department has put up signs about hearing loss at Bluesfest this year. The event wraps-up Sunday night.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Willard Ernest Arbour Comment — 15 July 2010 12:42 pmav.br /apr.It seems to me that every complaint, no matter, our city councilors always downplay the situation. From slumlords to drug dealers, drug users, prostitutes and yes even murder of a 73-year old wheelchair-boundman at 721 Chapel Crescent. Our so-called councilors always disagree, making our Good Samaritans feel like our councilors are calling us liars. It’s no wonder why our citizens throw in the towel. It serves us no purpose to complain to the people in power, they care less. WhoWil.comav.br /apr.___av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From cousin Catherine via email on 13 Aug 2010: We have had some rather sad news this week. My cousin Willy (son of Lillian Connors and Willard Arbour) was hit by a car and killed.He died on Wednesday.

He was 59-years old. The driver who hit him was an 81-year old who went to stomp on the brakes when he saw Willy in the crosswalk but unfortunately hit the gas pedal instead.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Ottawa Citizen (ON) — Wednesday11 Aug 2010 av.br /apr.OTTAWA PEDESTRIAN DIES IN HOSPITAL AFTER BEING HIT BY CARav.br /apr.Ontario — A 59-year-old man struck by a vehicle at the intersection on Montreal Road and Lafontaine Avenue on Wednesday morning has died. Emergency crews responded to the scene at about 10:13 am. Police said an 81-year-old driver was exiting a driveway onto Montreal Road as a pedestrian was crossing the sidewalk. The driver accidentally hit the accelerator instead of the brake and struck the man, police said. Police said the 81-year-old man would likely be charged Wednesday. The pedestrian was taken to the trauma centre at the Civic campus of The Ottawa Hospital where he later died of his injuries.

Collision investigators were trying to determine the cause of the collision.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Ottawa Sun (ON) — Thursday 19 Aug 2010av.br /apr.ARBOUR, Willie 1951-2010 Tragically on Wednesday the 11th day of August by traffic accident. He will be missed by his sons, family and friends. A publicmemorial will be held on Monday, 23 August 2010 from 10 am – 12 pm at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Parrish, 400 St. Laurent Blvd, Ottawa.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.From cousin Cathy on 20 Aug 2010: Brendan and I will be attending the memorial. It is actually atthe church where we were married – and on the day we were married – so we will celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary at a funeral.

Willie did NOThave more than one son – he had one biological son (James) – however, after his sister Debbie died, Willie did not want his nephew Trevor to be put into foster care and so he took him in and raised him for a while. Trevor was difficult – Wilie was worse – and Trevor left and went to live with his half brother Jason. Trevor has actually had no contact with Willie in over a year. BUT suddenly Willie is dead – Trevor feels he may have an opportunity to sue someone so . . .

Cathyav.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Willie’s online Guestbookav.br /apr.21 August 2010av.br /apr.I will miss you Willy, we havedone so much together. Thank you for the fun times we had. I’ll always remember kid! v. Marie Vavros, Ottawa, Ontarioav.br /apr.av.br /apr.From Willy’s funeral: Willy’s nephew (Ruth’s son Teddy) gave one of the eulogies. He started by saying: People either loved Willy or hated Willy. There was no in-between. Sadly, he was right. Willy lived in a «not so great» neighbor hood so some of the people attending the memorial were «interesting». A couple of the people actually had social workers with them. One of the neighbor hood people gave an eulogy as well. He said that Willy took care of his neighbours – if a child needed a bike, he got them one – an elderly gentlemen needed help with groceries and other things and Willywas always thereto help – there were many stories like that. You know, the one thing Willy wanted mostout of life was the one thing he never had – and that was a loving family life.

He had a horrible childhood as a young adult he had problems withalcoholandended up in jail a time or two – as he got older he was plagued by mental health issues. I sincerely wish with all my heart that he is resting in peace.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.Willy’s sister Beverly did not come home for the funeral nor did her son,Michael, who lives here in Ottawa. Willy’s sister Ruth and her husband Don were there. Ruth actually took care of all the arrangements. Her children came. Tammy came with her partner Mike. Teddy was there with his wife Leslie and their sonTyler. Willy’s sister Diane was there and her daughter Kelly-Jo. Willy’s brother Timmy was there with his 72 year old girlfriend – he’s 53 – she has money – need Isay more??!! Timmy, God love him, is back on drugs. A number of people commented on his appearance which was not good. Neither of Timmy’s children (Tara or Benjamin) were there.

This really bugs me that his own niece and nephews could not be bothered to go to his funeral. Trevor (Willy’s sister’s Debbie’s son –who Willy helped raise) was there. I hate to say it but there is something «off» abouthim. He looks creepy and he gave me the shivers. He had not seen Willy in over a year. James (Willy’s son) was there with two social workers.

He is being permanently placed in an institution for the mentally handicapped/ill. When everything was over and done with and it was time for him to leave he started shouting: Help. They are taking me against my will. They are trying to lock me up. (Very sad). If you want an idea of what he looks like these days (the picture you have is old) look up on the internet «Andre the giant». He was a wrestler – take away about 4 feet of height and you have James. Norman Arbour (my Great-Uncle Lawrence’s son) came to the funeral. We spoke for a few minutes.

Willy’s aunts and uncles: Aunt Kay did not feel like going so she didn’t. Aunt Irene and Uncle Dan andtheir daughter Theresa came. Uncle Reggie and Aunt Ella did not come because of health reasons but their son Roger came – which was very thoughtful because Roger did not know Willy at all. Uncle Jackie and his two sons Timmy and Robbie came. Robbie also brought his daughter Caitlyn. My mother of course could not attend. Infact, I had to leave the funeral for a while so I could come home and give Mom her meds.

Brendan and I were there. Andrew was not. Andrew did not know Willy. Because of my upbringing Andrew was shielded from a lot of my family when he was growing up. Janie (my sister) and her two children, Ashley and Tyler were there. Rod was unable to go. Brendan and I brought my two brothers with us as well – Rick and Ron. That’s it for blood relatives. Eddie (who was Lillian’s partner forover 35 years] was there with his daughter Claire. Gordie (husband of Willy’s deceased sister Patsie) was there. My in-laws came to support our side of the family. The rest were friends of Willy. av.br /apr.av.br /apr.It was an «interesting» time because some ofthe people there were mentally ill. James wandered around giggling and muttering. He would say to people: I look like Andrew the giant and start laughing.

There was an autistic young man there who kept shouting out. The strangest thing for me was this woman comes upto me. I was looking at the photo lay out they had of Willy. She asks me which one is Willy. So I start pointing out various pictures of Willy. She asks if there are other pictures so I point to one and say: There’s Willy. She turns around and looks at the gathering of people and says: Where? I said: He’s not here. He’s dead. Oh, she says. Then she asks me where his father is. I tell her that he’s dead as well. Oh, she says and wanders

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^[lxxxiv] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[lxxxv] Willard Alexander était né avant le mariage de ses parents qui avait eu lieu le samedi 9 avril 1955.

^[lxxxvi] Notes : He was hit by a car while walking. Sources : Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[lxxxvii] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[lxxxviii] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. Ottawa Citizen (ON) — Friday 19 Jun 2009 av.br /apr.LENSER, Patricia Ann (nee Arbour) 1952 – 2009 Passed away on Wednesday, 17 June 2009. Beloved wife of Gordon Lenser. Predeceased by mother Lillian Arbour. She leaves behind sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins, and many many friends. Friends are invited to visit at St Ignatius Roman Catholic Church, 518 Donald Street, Ottawa on Monday, 22 June 2009, from 9 am, until time of Memorial Mass at 11av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;»

dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr.av./papr.av.p style=»text-align:left;» dir=»ltr»apr.From Catherine MOUSSEAU DUNNE via email on 19 Aug 2009: My cousin Patsie who passed away this past June had awonderful sense of humour. She used to turn the awful things (her motherwas Lillian) that happened at home as a child into funny stories. Aunt Lillian sent her to my grandmother’s house one summer for 2 weeks. Patsie told my grandmother thather birthday was the next day. My grandmother quickly went to the five and dime store and bought her a gift, baked her a cake, and had a wee party for her.

Grandma knew what a hard life Patsie and the others had with Aunt Lillianand even though money was tight wanted to do something special for Patsie. At the end of the two weeks Aunt Lillian arrives to get Patsie and grandma gives her hell for missing her daughter’s birthday . . . Aunt Lillian says, but her birthday is in September. A saying of Patsie’s was always: I married Gordie for his money and I’m not leaving him until I find it. A bittersweet story about Patsie would be when she got cancer. She ended up having numerous surgeries and she would always tell thedoctor she loved him and make him tell her that he loved her as well. She would even get him to hug her and kiss her cheek. Then as they would be wheeling her into surgery she’d look at the doctor and remind him that he loved her and you wouldn’t let someone you love die now would you??!! I have told you about Willie having mental health issues – even though he was Patsie’s brother, when he would do something outrageous, like he once chained himself to a tree on the Ottawa Courthouse lawn, she would be the first to come out with something funny about it. She told me that even though she lived in a different city from Willie any time she wanted to see him all she had to do was turn on the 6 o’clock news.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.FromCatherine via email on 19 Aug 2009: Patsie was unable to have children. av./papr..

^[lxxxix] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xc] Patricia Ann était née avant le mariage de ses parents qui avait eu lieu le samedi 9 avril 1955.

^[xci] Notes : Cancer. Sources : Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xcii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xciii] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xciv] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xcv] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. Debbie had two children. A son named Jerry (his father was her stepfather’s son Jerry Villeneuve) and a son named Trevor (unfortunately when he was conceived Debbie’s schizophrenia was not being treated and she had no idea who the father was). She died when Trevor was quite young and her brother Willie raised him until he was about 16 or 17 . . . atthat point Trevor moved in with his 1/2 brother Jerry.av.br /apr.av.br /apr.av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.div id=»I21205″ style=»font: 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: #f3f5de;»apr. av./divapr.av./papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr..

^[xcvi] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xcvii] Debbie Lee était née l’année du mariage de ses parents. Encore mineure lors du décès de son père, ce dut être Lillian Connors, sa mère qui l’éleva.

^[xcviii] Notes : Cancer. Sources : Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[xcix] Ancestry. com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[c] av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr.She had 3 childrenav./papr..

^[ci] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[cii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[ciii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[civ] av.papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr.av./papr.av.papr.av.blockquoteapr.The Province (Vancouver, BC) — Nov 2001av.br /apr.ARBOUR — Romeo Narcisse passed away 21 October 2001. Survived by friends. Funeralservice will be 8 November 2001, 9:30 am at Glenhaven on Hastings.av./blockquoteapr.av./papr.av.p style=»text-align: left;» dir=»ltr»apr. av./papr..

^[cv] Date historique (23 août 1926 : Rudolph Valentino est mort).

^[cvi] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[cvii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[cviii] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.

^[cix] Ancestry.com Geanet.otr Nos Origines Quebec BSM Societe Genealogie Lanaudiere Institut Drouin Administrative document Other.