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Bryan Demchinsky's avatar

More good stuff. Hope you are planning a book out of this.

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Ann G. Forcier's avatar

And the tension builds...

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Lisa Maguire's avatar

Those trouble-making women!!!!

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Ann G. Forcier's avatar

Just an aside...in my short story The Promise (there's a tab on my substack page), Maman Comeau reminds her husband that there's more to the Acadian women of Port Royal than the men think .

"Marguerite smiled a smile that reached her cornflower blue eyes. “Have you learned nothing in your 20 years in Acadie?”

He exhaled, relaxed his shoulders and sat upright. “Her women love to gossip.”

Marguerite tapped his arm. “B'en sûr. We learn much during our gossips. Acadian men suspect. Those others – they don't. They think nothing happens in our homes but cooking and making babies.”

All we need do is follow our mother lines, heh, to see where much work is done? (:

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Lisa Maguire's avatar

I will read this story!

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Lisa Maguire's avatar

When I first read the story of how Andrée walloped that predator, I brimmed with pride!

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Ann G. Forcier's avatar

And her Poirier aka Caissie neighbor was no slouch in that department either!

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Jill Swenson's avatar

What a saga! And he had moved on to the Kessys. Waiting for the next installment.

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Lisa Maguire's avatar

I don't have the timeline for when he moved from Pellerin to Kessy, but I doubt Andree would have tolerated his presence after her husband died.

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Jill Swenson's avatar

Like the pox, transient. Andree did not have an easy time of it, that's for sure.

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Alison Baxter's avatar

Another gripping episode. I was particularly interested in the way the Acadians tolerated the theft of the cow. So pragmatic and better for everybody concerned.

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Lisa Maguire's avatar

I was surprised to learn this was the practice, at least it was in the 18th century in that place. I extrapolated that a community of proportionally fewer French settlers in the 17th century would have done the same. I wonder what it really meant. Was it some kind of symbiotic relationship between the native people and the newcomers? It was it a way to keep the peace? Or did the newcomers have some understanding that they were living off someone else’s property, too?

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Alison Baxter's avatar

I was having similar thoughts. Intriguing.

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Barbara at Projectkin's avatar

A 2x great-grandfather gave his son his best friend’s first name as a middle name, Moreau. That great-grandfather was so loved, my sister gave her son the name too. Now I’m curious about the history of the name Moreau. 📖

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Lisa Maguire's avatar

Alas, it’s a super common French name in Canada and in France. I think it’s one of the most common French surnames.

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Barbara at Projectkin's avatar

Oh, really? Huh. It's funny how you discover that what seems like a very unusual name turns out to be very common in a special location.

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Lisa Maguire's avatar

It’s not the French Smith (Martin) or Jones (Bernard), but more like the equivalent of Jackson or Wilson.

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Barbara at Projectkin's avatar

Ah... subtle. Great example as I've known many with names like Jackson or Wilson, too.

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Lori Olson White's avatar

Another stunning story, Lisa!

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