This week’s piece is a mixture of serious and not-so-much. I was working on something for the local newspaper, which for some reason sees fit to print my articles – personal perspectives and something topical from the news. My submission this week is titled, “O, Canada”. It included bits of Canadian history – my mother was Canadian, and a lament about the rapidly deteriorating relationship between the US and Canada. If you haven’t been keeping up, Canada has decided to go ahead with its federal election in April, despite its designation as our “51st state” by Donald Trump, who calls the Canadian Prime Minister, “Governor.” That designation seems to be going over well, almost as successful as the “Gulf of America”.
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The Daigneaults
My late father-in-law grew up in the rich, rolling farming country of far northern New York, just west of Lake Champlain along the Saint Lawrence River. It was a largely French population that had moved south from Quebec, where village names like Chateaugay dotted the map. Alfred was one of ten children, second youngest in a large farming family whose name, Dore, with an accent over the “e”, evolved from “dor-EH” to the anglicized “DOR-ah”, the “e” switched to “a”.
Continue reading “The Daigneaults”Remembering My Grandfather on St. Patrick’s Day
I never knew my grandfather, as he died about six months before I was born. But stories – family legends really – about him abound, along with a few pictures and a number of his quotes: “My mind is made up, don’t confuse me with facts” is my favorite.
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