December 19, 2010

As Time Goes By - 2010


Mémère Lévesque
 
Dear Cousins,

Time flies and that old song keeps running through my mind "As time goes by.." and it certainly does.

The other day I was thinking about how I first became interested in  history and in particular, family history - our family's history.

One day when I was in sixth grade (I won't say how long ago that was... ha!) our teacher gave us an assignment that remained with me to this very day.  She said "I want you to write an essay on your family.  Go talk to your grandparents and asked them about your family, where they were from and so on."

Right after school I dutifully went to visit my Mémère Lévesque (née Dumais).  She was the only grandmother I could interview as my father's parents passed away when he was young so I never knew them.

Anyhow while talking with Mémère she told me that there was someone in the family who had married an "Indian Princess" - well that was of great interest to a wide eyed eleven year old.  She gave me little tidbits here and there just enough to make me curious - a curiosity that would keep me collecting little pieces of information here and there over the years until as a young adult I realized that though I thought I had gathered enough information, I began to realize that there were gaps that needed to be filled.  Mémère had not given me the information I really needed such as the names of her parents of and of Pépère's parents and all the pertinent information that goes with it all.  At that point, I did not even know that her parents and my grandfather's parents had lived in Lawrence and were the ones who had brought them all there.  I never knew my great grandparents so after a while, I was all the more intrigued.

For many years I had collected information but that information was entirely for my mother's side of the family.  My mother's family was French-Canadian and my grandparents had come to Massachusetts as teenagers.  Of course, as time passed and I found all of the family genealogy I realized that, as I had heard, everyone was related in one way or another.

But what of my father's family?  I recalled only one conversation with my father in which he told me the names of his parents and how young he was when they died.  My grandmother died at age 42.  After searching for many years, I recently found a death record or my grandfather I believe who was 67 and had died just a few years after his wife.  This was a second marriage for my grandfather and he was older.  Between the two marriages seventeen children were born.  It would be several years after my father passed away when I decided I needed to know more about his family.

I joined the American-Canadian Genealogical Society of Manchester, New Hampshire and my quest began.  After three trips to the society I had pretty much lost hope of finding anything there on my grandparents.  That day as I decided to call it a day I glanced over to one side of the library where odds and ends used to be placed on shelves.  I strolled over there and looking through these papers and things saw a thin booklet with the title "New Bedford Births".  Well when my grandparents migrated from New Brunswick, they went to New Bedford, Massachusetts.  My father George and three of his siblings were born in New Bedford.  I looked at that booklet for a few moments and thought "I'm foolish to think it could be this easy!"  In spite of myself, I opened this typewritten booklet and there was an index in the back.  I looked at the index and among the surnames were *many* entries for the LeBlanc surname and no given names were included in this index.

I picked a page number and could not believe my eyes when I saw my father's name, George Charles LeBlanc and especially the names of his parents, Damien S. LeBlanc and Odille Doiron, whom I'd never known.  I must tell you a few tears were shed from shear joy and awe.


Now I had the names of my grandparents.  I began to look for their marriage and did find both marriages for my grandfather first in the Blue Drouin as it is referred to.  However, my grandfather's parents were not mentioned in either marriage record that I then found in the New Brunswick microfilmed records.  Drat!

From census records that I could now access I searched for my grandfather's birth record based on the age given in the census.  Well it was not meant to be that easy.  There were two (!) Damien LeBlanc born in the same year.

I decided to write to Stephen White at the Centre d'études acadienne, Université de Moncton, Moncton, New Brunswick.  I sent him all of the information I had found regarding the children from each marriage, etc. People at the society told me he was so busy that I'd never hear from him.  I was so happy when only two weeks later I received a response from him.  He was able to tell me where my grandfather was born and who his parents were but he had not found the baptismal record.

Having scoured the microfilmed records as I had, when I read his letter I knew immediately where to find his baptismal record and I was finally on my way to getting to know my Acadian roots.

From that point on I was able to find my LeBlanc line and my grandmother's Doiron line and I've been at it ever since!  Our research is never done.

At one point I had so much data that I thought it was a shame it could not be shared to help others.  With the encouragement of our daughter Rebecca who was in college at the time, I decided to give it a try.  That was 13 years ago and with time I have been able to share much information though my website, the Acadian Ancestral Home web site as well as through my two blogs Acadian & French-Canadian Ancestral Home blog and Lucie's Legacy blog.

Now let me say that I never found an "Indian Princess" on my mother's side of the family.  First of all, there is no such thing as an Indian "Princess" (and just about all Acadian and French-Canadian families have told their children there was one in their family); secondly none of the records to date have pointed to a Native woman in our Lévesque, Dumais or collaterate lineages.

On the other hand, I did find one on my father's Acadian side of the family.  Marie Christine Aubois who married Jean Roy dit Laliberté in 1686.

So there is a moral to my story:  to anyone and to all have are still hoping to find that or those elusive ancestors, don't stop digging.  Sometimes they turn up when you least expect them to as they did for me that Wednesday afternoon in Manchester, New Hampshire!

Lucie

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8 comments:

Lisa Wallen Logsdon said...

There must be a lot of "Indian Princess" stories out there as I was told by my mother when I was a child that there was one on her side of the family (not that I have ever found). And now that I have been a geneaholic for 16 years I am surrounded by distant Tyree cousins that truly believe one of our line was an full blooded Cherokee Indian Princess and that she was actually rescued while on the famous Trail of Tears trek, (also highly doubtful). There seems to be quite a fascination out there about Indians and Royalty!

Lucie LeBlanc Consentino said...

Hi Lisa,

Well that is indeed what many want to believe. If they stop one moment to consider the hierarchy of Native tribes (if one can call it that), there were no royalty aka princesses. Chiefs is what the heads of tribes were called ;)

Thank you for your post.

Lucie

Heather Rojo said...

Hi Lucie, I enjoyed your post very much. We are kindred spirits, because I was about your age when I started my genealogy quest. I used to ride my bike to the Antiquarian Society in Worcester to do research on my family, and I found a book by accident that traced one line back three hundred years and I was hooked. It's always fun to find out how other genealogists started their obsessions!

Lucie LeBlanc Consentino said...

Hi Heather,

So kindred spirits we are!

Yes, it is truly interesting to know how others got started with their research and in many instances their curiosity about family history was aroused at an early age.

Lucie

Bill West said...

Great post, Lucie! I recently helped an old high school classmate from the Forrand family get started on his family research and like you he was of French-Canadian heritage.His
ancestors migrated to the Fall River
and New Bedford area in the 1800s and like you, he had heard the
"Indian Princess" story. Turns out there was Indian blood in his family. It was fascinating and fun
helping him start tracing his roots.

Lucie LeBlanc Consentino said...

Than you Bill.

Once in a while the family oral history can be proven. Unfortunately, most of the Indian stories in our Acadian & French-Canadian families cannot be proven and become lore more than history lol.

Lucie

A rootdigger said...

I think moral of the story, is if you want your children develop an interest in the past tell them their is an indian princess. lol. Actually it helps to find one thing you can glamorize. It's hard to get their interest going. I am glad you caught it.
Were learning a lot from you!

Lucie LeBlanc Consentino said...

Thank you for your post rootdigger!

Well I guess that is one way to look at is: arouse interest with a colorful tale! lol Chucks! My daughters already know the truth lol

Merry Christmas!

Lucie