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Lordships and townships in the region Drummondville

The map included, I traced around 1965 to illustrate the Drummondville area. Underlined in blue are territories licensed under the French regime (before 1760). These are the estates of St. Anthony's Bay (or Bay St. Antoine), Courval and Nicolet, whose owner was always a gentleman, whether noble or not. The fee is exactly the same as the manor, except it is smaller.

As for townships (Anglicized into "cantons") they began to be surveyed and divided after 1760 according to the British method. Each township has an area of + / - 100 square miles (12,000 x 9000) and has frontage on a major river. The six townships that make up traditional Drummond area are those of Grantham, Wickham and Durham on the left bank of the St. Francis, and Wendover, Simpson and Kingsey on the right bank. All surveyed between 1780 and 1810 approximately, they were granted to English and Scottish Lords to be inhabited, one of these days by the British, which does not happen. Beginning in 1815 they were sold instead to the French Canadians against payment, of course.

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A lordship lordships is primarily a territory erected during the French regime (1608-17600 along a major river, especially the St. Lawrence. Its facade is usually two French leagues (8 km or 5 miles) Lord committed in receiving in constructing a house and a flour mill (water or wind) and there must concede lots as and when requested. When the first tier of lots is all licensed, he opened the second row, then third and so on until all requests. In Baie Saint-Antoine, the lord Lefebvre conceded first whole section of land along the river, then the second row, (Great Plain) and 3rd (The Country Brule). It was much later that requests occurred to go further inland.

is different for the lordship of Nicolet. Lords of the family Cresse, probably more dynamic, conceded the lots to the present village of St. Perpetua and even farther from the river (almost to the present Our Lady of Good Counsel) . Since they lacked land, they, the Cresse, who worked to open the lordship of Courval behind the Bay of Saint-Antoine. But the French regime ended at that time.

Under the English (1760 +)
When the British took power in 1760 they have left some 110 estates operate as they were already erected under the French regime. But for territories not yet occupied, they proceeded as follows: they were first surveyed, divided and named according to the English method of townships. Taking rests on a big river, they have drawn a width of 9 miles (15 km) frontage overlooking the River. Then, perpendicular, straight line 12 miles (20 km) which gave a new territory based on the lordship of Courval and Nicolet, who was named Wendover, named after a small English town of north-west London. We then divided the territory into 12 ranks (rows) of a mile long and lots of 9 acres wide.
Note: the little red X indicates the third batch of the 5th row ang Wendover, where I grew up. Late in the 4th position, always on the 3rd prize (4th place) was the farm of my grandfather Joseph Prince and his wife, my grandmother Mary-Louise Masse said Bouvillier. GP
Note: the word rank does not mean way but lots of rows. All these ranks were granted to officers on paper English before 1815 for his services to the British Empire. Examples: the third row of Wendover has been granted to a Mr. Ramsay Québec, the 4th largest in Lord John McEwen of Glasgow in Scotland, etc., without anyone ever come

or visit them, much less settle there. The government forced them to offer the only


anglophones (not Catholic) Anglicans preferably, but Methodists, Presbyterians and others. It did not work: the English, Scots and Germans and their allies had absolutely no desire to cross the ocean to a land clearing here.

was very different for francophones by: because of large families, young people were very cramped in the estates and demanding a hue and cry of the land in the townships.

Thus we have to wait to 1844 half a century after receiving his gift of land that Mr. Ramsey has agreed to sell the second batch of the third row of Wendover (indicated by a red dot) to a French, Charles Gariepy, born in St. Denis sur Richelieu, aged 42 and father of 12 children. Followed, on neighboring lots, Cyrille Jutras and Marie Brassard, Louis Jutras and Amélie Grondin (my great-grandparents) in 1846 and so on. In 1870 almost all lots of Wendover (approximately 300) had been granted, all francophones.

Gerald Prince. April 2009

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The story of Simpson

The story of Simpson

Township Simpson looks like this one, but as it was pie rreux, it consisted of Numb stances and savannas as mature forests, it was not coveted by young farmers.

In the 1800s, few young people have settled, but many entrepreneurs have leased forest land to make cuts white tree (pine, ash, hemlock, maple etc ...) to float the logs on the St. Francis to Pierreville where they were headed intact or sawn to Quebec and England. Between 1890 and 1900, regional historian Claude Verrier spotted no fewer than nine different sites in Simpson's best-known entrepreneurs are Joseph Caramel (Nicolet), Ovide Brouillard and Valentine Cooke (the cousin of Bishop Cooke Trois-Rivières) of Drummondville.

To carry all this wood up the St. Francis Cooke and associates have built a railroad that went from the river to the 9th place of Simpson. Later this section was sold to CN and is part of the Montreal-Quebec-Halifax.

As and when the lots are "liberated" from their trees, they were offered for sale by its owner. So our great-grand-p `re Joseph Houle purchased in the late 1800's Lot No. 10 from 6th place to establish Simpson's three sons: Adelard and Urban Dositheus. At their wedding, the three took their son Lot section where they raised their family.

As the road that served lots of rows 6 and 7 was the same (row) people have got used to name this road "The large 7" when he should have been called "The Way of the 6th and 7th rows of Simpson." Settled around the Saint-Cyr, Ali (Allie) Lyon, etc..

In 1901, when formed the parish and the municipality of Saint-Lucien, Lot of 3 brothers Houle was the last of St. Cyril in that range.

By 1930 at the time of crisis, Urban decided to leave the U.S. with his family and sold his lot to our grandfather. It has borrowed money to pay but because of the crisis economic, could not repay the loans with a 2 $ 1500 and another $ 600. He had to declare bankruptcy in May 1932 and his two lands were sold at auction at the church door. He then departed for Saint-Hyacinthe with grandmother, Marie-Rose (19 years old, my mother), Alice, Agenor (Brother Hubert) Fridolin and Lucien, the oldest of which your mother Yvonne Germaine Maurice Donat remaining to RVD or region.

By Gerald Prince / Monday, April 13, 2009

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A love story with a "life saver"

ROSE MARIE HOULE (born May 5, 1913)
ROBERT PRINCE
I the first rose of the year ".

" I am a little spring chick ".

Thus Marie-Rose has always described, when asked who she was. Daughter of Adelard Houle and Odélie side, she was born and grew up with many brothers and sisters in seventh place Simpson at St. Cyril.

From his early years, it retains only a few memories. She remembers that "the men worked hard to support the family, 'and appointing his father and older brothers. Despite this, the family lived through difficult times: Marie-Rose remembers being already went to school barefoot. Fortunately, the school was located nearby, it is even possible that his grand'soeur, Yvonne, has taught him, "she replies when asked. Indeed, Yvonne was eight years older and, as she has taught at the school number II of St. Cyril before she married Lucien Jutras, it is logical to assume that: Yvonne at age 17, his teacher younger sister was 9, and probably other children of the family.

An incident occurred when she was a pre-teenager: she had been attacked by big dog Blonde Dositheus of his uncle, but was out with some only scratches. If she does not remember kept his younger brothers Hubert and Fridolin still remember it like it was yesterday.

After acquiring the basics of reading, writing and arithmetic, Marie-Rose remained at home to help his mother. She is very proud to have learned to cook and sew her own clothes when she was not yet fourteen, skills she has used all his life to his benefit and that of others.

1930, when she was 16 or 17 years, she has an encounter that changed her life. A day of St. John the Baptist, she visited the village of Saint-Cyrille, distant four miles, for a "meeting" at the parish hall: they were presenting in the afternoon a show of patriotic nature. As was the custom, the girls sat on one side, while the boys occupied the other. Before the show, boys, a little more resourceful than others, have launched small firecrackers on the floor, beneath rows of girls. Although firecrackers were tiny, imagine the surprise, the cries and then laughs that produced their collapse.

As for boys, there was one who was disappointed: he had just had the idea to make firecrackers for étriver girls. Rummaging in the pocket of his jacket, he finds, however, a small roll round candies, called Life Savers. It takes one and a gesture made to be noticed, he throws it under the chairs of the girls, who raise an outcry of surprise in advance. But, one suspects, the candy does not explode, and when the girls see the subterfuge, this is a new bout of laughter from both sides until the beginning of the meeting.

This little wily Prince named Robert ... is the first time that Marie-Rose saw him, it is the first time Robert saw him: thus they became acquainted. Indeed, Robert remained in fifth place, which was a good five miles away from home for Houle and Prince, an hour and a half walk or even a good horse walker, a path of good Half an hour in good weather.

Robert was descended from an Acadian family, who in 1755 fled the deportation before it happens and took refuge in Quebec. The governor then gave him land in Saint-Grégoire de Nicolet, from whence the grandfather of Robert, Cyril prince, husband of Georgina Jutras, pioneers of St. Cyril. Robert was the youngest of four children, three boys and one girl, Annette, the oldest, Philip and Arthur, sons of Joseph Prince and Mary-Louise Masse said Bouvillier, all living in 1930.

So Robert took up with Mary-Rose "for good reason," as they say in time, that is to say, for marriage. Fine in his car, driven by his little mare, Nelle, Robert was going fine on Sundays and sometimes on holidays to visit her. Sometimes he would return at nightfall. One night he dozed off, what are the ups and downs of the car who awakened: Nelle was the entry in the right court farm and went directly to his stable ... harness, car and Robert understood.

In 1932, there was an economic crisis: even if it affected less than urban farmers, it was not doing less havoc in rural areas. For example, Robert, who was very skillful carpenter, had almost no work on construction sites or in the mills, as he did at the Celanese and Dennison in Drummondville and was working at the sawmill Champagne St. Cyril, while staying with her parents and helping with farm chores. In

Houle, the situation became untenable: the purchase of land adjoining led As debt Adélard Houle had to declare bankruptcy in May 1932 and left for St. Hyacinthe in the hope of finding work. Marie-Rose, who was 19 years old, followed her parents, where she, among others, worked in private homes and in a sewing factory. Very sociable, she quickly made a network of friends, especially Madeleine Welcome, with whom she kept in touch for much longer.

As for Robert, about once a month, he took the train at St. Cyril and went to visit Marie-Rose Saint-Hyacinthe, except in winter, he said. So that, after making his grand'demande, he married Sept. 29, 1936, when he had just turned 26 and his wife, 23 and a half.

After a short honeymoon in Sutton visit Robert's parents (the family of Willibald Larose Massé and Florida), the new couple moved in front of the church of St. Cyril, in a house already occupied by Houle Germaine, Sister Mary Rose, and Roland Coderre. This is where born, a beautiful Sunday lunch very hot July 18, 1937, the couple's first child, who was baptized by his cousin Robert, vicar Irenaeus Lavigne, under the names of Joseph Irenaeus -Gerald, whose godparents grandparents Prince.

As the economic crisis raging always, Robert and Marie-Rose decided to move to an abandoned house for nearly 20 years, who was facing the farm of Robert's parents, Lot 223, 5th place , one kilometer from the village. This farm was purchased in 1919 by Mr. Joseph Prince in order to establish his boys one day and it was the cadet who was the first chosen to settle there. But it was not easy: If the buildings were in relatively good condition, it could be said of the house, built circa 1865 piece by piece, uninhabited since the death of its former owner, Sigfroi Comtois.

Thus he began the task of repairing the building with the help of parents and neighbors, which allowed him to move there in 1938, just in time for the birth of Jocelyne, August 8. The steps, taken to obtain a loan from Farm Credit were successful the following year: June 29, 1939, Robert and Marie-Rose bought the small farm of 52 acres, with the buildings thereon erected there, for the sum of $ 4,000 . The loan was repayable over 40 years at $ 100 per year: $ 50 first day of the year and $ 50 the first of July ...

During the early years, repayments were very difficult to do, "said Robert once more, recalling this terrible time. It took a war, that of 1939-45, to revive the economy ... While Robert improved farm with livestock purchases, renovations to the house (tin roof and siding asbestos), casual work in the village, Marie-Rose took care of the little family continued to grow: Gilles in 1940, Réjean in 1942, Jean-Guy and Fran in 1944 in 1949.

One evening in May 1942, Robert took a major decision: instead of wearing each day to the cheese milk his small herd of 10 cows, he would try to sell it to the pint. Thus, after having made a dozen pints and pints in the trunk of the car fine, he left Gerald with Nelle and the great adventure. It is among Zéphirin Lupien he found his first customers, and when he returned home, he sold everything and had a clientele. A few months later, he bought the "crown ~ 'milk of Hilary Despins, who was retiring." Before the crown, I earned $ 30 per month with her $ 30 a week, "he said proudly to illustrate the success of his initiative.

Thus, in the early morning and evening, he distributed the milk in sixty homes in the village, often accompanied by one or other of his son, especially on Saturdays, while it was collecting money from the sale of milk a week. Each day, same scenario: up at 6 o'clock, milking cows, while Marie-Rose bottle the milk of human trafficking from the previous day, breakfast and departure for the village by storm as the weather is fine, by gusty winds and under the storm or blowing snow.

February 8, 1948, the "shack milk" was completely demolished when it was struck by a drunken truck driver. Fortunately, neither Bob nor Gerald, who were Inside, were not injured, but the horse, Old Pit, "took" terror "and was found completely exhausted ... by a farmer in 9th place Simpson at Notre-Dame du Bon- Council, a good five miles away. The accident marked the end of the "crown" of the evening, especially as some clients were maintaining their "fridge".

As for Marie-Rose, and more help the preparation of milk and care for the growing family, she cooked, made preserves and pickles, kept a garden, sewed clothes for the family and saw to the smooth running of the household. In addition to the education of children, preparation for school and whatnot. For his part, Robert was home on a lift soiling (1950) again after the summer kitchen, while improving the buildings, where there was, in addition to cows and horses, chickens and pigs.

In 1949 Robert bought his first tractor, a licensed vehicle on a truck chassis. By trying it with a mower, he accidentally injured Jean-Guy legs. Two years later, he procured a small brand new Ferguson that he would keep throughout his farming career. Taken shortly after his first car, a Plymouth 1939.

The years have gone by, young people have become teenagers, have studied and gone their separate ways, making their lives in their own way. Jocelyn married in 1960 and Gerald Gaston Gendron in 1962, Jacqueline Allard. In quick succession, two deaths: Réjean in 1966 and Gilles in 1968. In 1971, two other marriages: Jean-Guy Masse and Francine, and Francine and Denis Limoges.

Now, Marie-Rose and Robert are alone and get children and grandchildren visit regularly. But the task became more onerous to carry, Robert decided to divest itself of the "crown" of milk in the early 1970 after thirty years of loyal service. He decides to accept an offer of concierge in an apartment building in Drummondville, Carillon, located rue des Merisiers. While he takes care of repairing locks, paint the walls of the vacant space to briefly see the physical maintenance of the building, Marie-Rose, she deals with tenants.

Gradually, the couple moves away from St. Cyril: first in 1971 by selling the farmland to his neighbor's house and Remi Martel in 1974, Jean-Claude Lemire. On the other hand, he bought a family house at 178 rue de Maisonneuve in Drummondville, close to the Carillon. It in 1980 that Robert puts an end to his active career at the age of 70. This does not mean that nothing will make his day. Until his death March 11, 2001 at the age of 90, he takes care of home maintenance and management of its affairs, while attending the supporting organizations for the elderly.

As for Marie-Rose, she continues to sew and make a mess as she was able, sometimes receiving many children and grandchildren to the holiday season, while leading an active social life in the community and continuing to maintain links with many loved ones since 28 October 2001, She resides in nursing homes Frederick Heriot Drummondville, 75 rue Saint-Georges, where she said she was very well treated by staff and surrounded by many people. She is always so friendly, the presence of visitors is always a great joy.

By Gerald Prince on the occasion of the 90th birthday of his mother Mary Rose.

Note: Marie-Rose died March 10, 2005 at the age of 91 years, 7 months and five days. His funeral was held at the Church of St. Cyril and she was buried in the family plot with Robert, Réjean et Gilles.

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Clement Jutras said ...
I enjoyed reading this story, thank you to Gerald to share these moments of life with us.
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HISTORICAL SOCIETY DRUMMOND

Tragedy Easter

We here in Drummondville, this Easter Sunday April 8, 1928.

There are just 81 years! The weather was cloudy and mild when at about 13 h, breakup occurs, the St. Francis River. The floodwater, carrying a multitude of blocks, ice with a crash, attract a great crowd of curious spectacle unfolding before their eyes.
Hundreds of people at the end of DuPont Street, Bellevue, Berard and others realize all at once with amazement that the bridge of the railway, Canadian National is staggering and collapsing. All assume that the railway authorities have advised the train drivers of impending danger on the other side of the river, Chemin Hemming sisters Martel think the m ven thing: Malvina (married to Donald Grondin) and Regina (Bernier Napoleon) on all at once, just 16 hours before they intend to come the passenger train of the Ocean Limited from Halifax, who passing whistles to St. Cyril. It's feast day, it must be crowded passenger

Demonstrating admirable presence of mind, they grab all they can get the hand: a white apron, a red skirt, and go running on the tracks waving his arms and yelling. The train driver, Melvin Houston, has seen them, but as a captain at the time of the sinking, he ordered his deputy to jump and the rest orders until the end. The speed is reduced, but not enough: sister Martel must start against a fence and see the locomotive and baggage car falling into the churning waters, while the first 12 to 14 cars of the train remains unstable equilibrium on the Brink: The

400 and 600 passengers were evacuated unharmed the convoy to the nearby houses and farms and joined Montreal in the next few hours. The tragedy has killed four people: Mr. Houston, two porters and a young Drummondville, Leo Joyal, who too close to the accident, was thrown into the river at the time the shock, As for the assistant driver, he was off with a broken ankle. As for the sisters Martel, in addition to the pride of having helped save the lives of so many people, they were praised publicly and each received a silver medal engraved with their name and a scholarship of $ 500 Canadian National.

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Addicted to Spider Solitaire

Hooked spider solitaire

is 10:30. I'll sleep through the office to close the computer.
I have time for a game of Spider Solitaire. I managed to make a stack, but I'm stuck. Surely that second shot that will pass like butter in the pan. If it does not pass, it's clear that I'm going to bed. It does not. Instead of closing I click "start the game." The next time I'm wrong and I click "New Game".

In this new game I just hangs at the end. We can not leave it there. The automatic install. At 12:30 I got up to the toilet. I shut the computer going. Of course I finished the game starts until dead end. My chair is Velcro. I can not get up. Naomi arrived around 1:30. "Did you need the computer, I'm going to bed. "She replies that she is too tired and she goes to bed. I put a hand on the mouse. A fluid control programmed into my veins always the same operations with the same results.

Too bad playing this game con in the wee hours of the night. There are tennis tomorrow. I laugh at me, I'm addicted but I continue. 2:30 Ghislaine concern rises. What's wrong? You do not fall asleep not! "It's nothing that I reply, I finished the game and I'm going to bed. "By

I do not know what fate I fail to clear the screen. I fail more to get up and perform the repeated promises of any close.

again I do even more with the hope of succeeding. I'm starting point. I am a robot spider solitaire. Nothing can change my programming. I play. The wheels of my decisions and my rationalizations to normal function without fatigue or stress, yet they control over the action. Decisions are no longer executed. Someone has gone to orders and is working through me without my bristled, even with my collaboration.

Two hours have passed since Ghislaine has come. I realize, the dawn is coming. I study my blocks, I vary my operations, I sometimes come close to finish but it crashes without my frustration. Thus, I begin again. Fatalism has a name, his name is Spider solitaire. Every reason in the world and even all the loves of the world would be unable to make me leave the game
It would take a miracle.

At 5:15, it no longer makes sense, I am ridiculous and I'm smiling stupidly ridiculous but I continue. Finally the miracle occurs. I managed to sort all the cards. I wake up with no joy, I close the computer and I'm going to bed like a robot who has completed the lineup. I do not even have the firm intention not to repeat. I know that oiling can touch me one time or another, or a night either.

I understand a little better, I think what he means to be hooked. Spider solitaire is after all a harmless drug and inexpensive game. What should be the downward spiral of drug addicts or game money. The paralysis that immobilizes the most generous impulses of life she knows remedies effective? Call me a doctor.

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MARQUÉPOUALLÉOLAC

The day after the story of boots I met Paul-Emile. He approached me, looked at me and goes to the front ...
"Do you remember the bed toé yellow at the head of the stairs near the front window where we slept? "

" One night in December was probably the announcement of a snow storm we were noisier than usual. "Shut up ptits guys, it's time to sleep," we had repeated more than one Once Popa. A few seconds of silence and then the noise began again. "I'll go!" A pause slightly longer and it broke out again. We had fun sliding each in turn on the lap of another. "

" The door opened down, it was loud. Aunts Alice and Lucienne had just entered. We took the opportunity to double our achievements. Remember Florian, it was your turn. I raised my knees higher than normal. And bang, you've picked up the head on the cutting edge of the foot of the bed that was in maple or oak. It was bleeding. Your white jacket was all stained with blood. You as a bawling calf. Moe I did not know what to do. We went up to see what was happening. There was Mum, my aunt Alice, who always spoke very loudly, Lucienne aunt who spoke even louder. Then you have come down in their arms .. Quickly they put the bomb on the first round of the stove to heat water. "

" While we are busy down around Toei, I lay in bed snuggled under the covers, fearing to be baffled. After a while I heard my aunt say Lucienne "It does not matter in another MARQUÉPOUALLERAULAC vla. Marquépoualleraulac, I do not understand not what it meant but I found that you had something that I did not. Your tears are dried. You came back to bed so proud, you were MARQUÉPOUALLÉOLAC. "

" It meant what? I've never known. "

" R'garde moé so you! " What you got on the forehead to the hairline, top right?

"Oh yes! it is a scar. I was MARQUÉPOUALLÉOLAC "I said as we closed a history book which can be put on the shelves of the past.

Ed
At that time few residents of St. Zéphirin and possibly other surrounding parishes sent to pasture in the summer on an island at the entrance of Lake St. Pierre, near Sorel, young heifers they were not firing. To recognize their cattle owners in the fall the brand marks. Hence the term "marked to go to the lake" Aunt Lucienne final in her care had served that night.
I have understood the meaning until much later. Today I am still proud of my scar as a witness of my injury wartime exploits of childhood.