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Both descended from Tadoussac families, Lewis and Betty wanted to be nowhere else in the summertime Evans, Lewis and Betty (Morewood) Both descended from Tadoussac families, Lewis and Betty wanted to be nowhere else in the summertime Back to ALL Bios Robert Lewis Evans 1911-1988 & Elizabeth Anne (Morewood) Evans 1922-1993 In 1911, Emily Elizabeth (Bethune) Evans, at age forty-six, gave birth to her only child, Robert Lewis Evans. Her husband, the Very Reverend (Dean) Thomas Frye Lewis Evans, was sixty-seven, father of five adult children and grandfather of two young ones. In 1922, Caroline Annie (Rhodes) Morewood, at age forty-two, gave birth to her second child, Elizabeth Anne (Betty) Morewood. Her husband was her first cousin, Francis Edmund Morewood, who was five years her junior. They already had a son, William Harold Morewood. In the summer of 1944, at the Coupe in Tadoussac, thirty-three-year-old Lewis asked twenty-one-year-old Betty to marry him. She said yes, and their lives came together in December of that year. Until the Dean died in 1920, the Evans family had spent their winters in Montreal and every summer in their house in Tadoussac, which at that time was the farthest east of the Price Brothers houses and would later be sold to the Beatties. After his death, however, mother and son moved to Toronto for the winters but still got to Tadoussac each year. Emily sent Lewis to Trinity College School – a boys’ boarding school in Port Hope, Ontario. Lewis liked the school and had positive memories of it. This is remarkable because, on a personal level, these were difficult years. At the age of fourteen, he was hit by a severe case of alopecia, an autoimmune disorder whereby one’s hair falls out, and over the next year or so, he lost all his hair. Between graduating from TCS and starting at Trinity College in Toronto, Lewis was taken on a European tour by his mother. They travelled extensively and visited many specialists in an effort to reverse the effects of alopecia. It was after this tour that Lewis chose to wear a wig, a decision he frequently regretted especially in the heat of the summer. Meanwhile, Betty, one of Col. William Rhodes’s many great-grandchildren, was growing up in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. She attended the Baldwin School for girls and subsequently Bryn Mawr and the University of Pennsylvania. Her family would spend time in Tadoussac most summers, renting rooms in Catelier House (now the Maison du Tourisme). In 1936, her father designed and built a house, now called Windward. From then on, she never missed a summer in Tadoussac. In 1948, Frank and Carrie Morewood sold Windward to Betty and Lewis for $1, and suddenly, Lewis, whose mother had died the year before, found himself with two cottages in Tadoussac. He chose to keep Windward, partly because it was newer, partly because it was politic, partly because of its view, but especially because he could see his boat at its buoy in the bay! At university, Lewis had studied English, graduating in 1933, and Betty had majored in business, graduating in 1944. Lewis followed through on his plan to be a teacher and started his career in 1934 at Bishop’s College School from which he retired in 1972. Any career plans Betty had upon graduation were trumped by her summer engagement and winter wedding... and in the fullness of time, by the arrival of Anne, Lewis, Tom, and Alan. She was of the generation when women were mothers and homemakers, and to these functions, Betty added the role of steadfast supporter of all that her husband did, and BCS benefitted from her unpaid and often unknown contribution. For the first eighteen years of their marriage, Lewis was a Housemaster. Betty knew all the boys and welcomed them into her home as a matter of course. Every teacher new to BCS was invited to Sunday dinner, and she frequently found herself hosting parties for faculty and friends. She has been called a world-class knitter and a world-class worrier (especially about her children no matter how old they were). Meanwhile, Lewis was completely immersed in the life of the school – teaching, coaching, directing plays, and running his residences. He was one of the pioneers of ski racing in the Eastern Townships and spent many hours freezing at the bottom of a hill, clipboard in one hand and stopwatch in the other. He was an example of service and character. When he died, one Old Boy remembered him as “an oasis of calm in an otherwise harsh and demanding school.” Indeed, he was. But his contributions went beyond BCS. From the mid-50s until his retirement in 1972, he spearheaded the Lennoxville Players, directing many plays from British farces to Broadway musicals. This was a group of amateur “actors” from all levels of the community who were, like their leader, looking for an enjoyable night out ... and all proceeds to go to a local charity. In 1972, Betty and Lewis retired to Brockville, Ontario. Here, they joined Tadoussac friends, Ray and Coosie Price and Jean and Guy Smith. From there, they travelled to Tadoussac – for many years by boat. An accomplished sailor, Lewis knew every cove and anchorage on the Saguenay, learned from his own experience, but even more, from local captains whom he respected and adored, and, it would seem, who held him in equal esteem. Over the years, his passion for boats gave way to his passion for fishing. There were many overnight trips up the Saguenay, often to the Marguerite, to fish the falling tide, then the rising, then up early to start again. One can still see him standing in hip-waders off the point above the crib, rod in hand, pipe upside down against the drizzle, as dawn was lighting the sky. Betty and Lewis were practising Christians, and while their church in Lennoxville tended to be the BCS Chapel, the one that they were most committed to was the Tadoussac Protestant Chapel. Betty’s great-grandfather had been instrumental in its creation, and Lewis’s father, the Dean, had, for decades, been the summer priest. In 1972, Betty undertook to organise several summer residents to needlepoint the altar kneeler cushions with images of local wildflowers designed by her close friend Barbara Campbell, and for many years, Lewis served as the secretary on the church committee executive. And then there was golf, which Betty loved, and Lewis tolerated, and bridge, which… Betty loved, and Lewis tolerated. For all their lives, home was where the family was, but Tadoussac was where the family was at home. Their love for Tadoussac is best articulated in Lewis’s memoir, Tides of Tadoussac, which included the Rudyard Kipling quotation: “God gave all men all earth to love But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one place should prove Beloved overall.” His fascination with the history of the place was likewise revealed in his fictional book Privateers and Traders. Theirs was a great love, a love of each other, a love of family and friends, a love of people and community, and a love of place, and that love of place, of that place, of Tadoussac, has been inherited by each of their four children and by each of their families. William Lewis Evans Back to ALL Bios

PREVIOUS early 1900's >>>>>> This cottage was built in the 1870's by the secretary to Lord Dufferin, who had recently built Dufferin House. Ce chalet a été construit dans les années 1870 par le secrétaire de lord Dufferin, qui avait récemment construit Dufferin Chambre. 1930's Fletcher Cottage NEXT PAGE

The Parents of the William Rhodes who came to Canada and Tadoussac The RHODES Family Back in time, in England... William Rhodes 1791-1869 and Ann Smith ~1795-1827 Lived at Bramhope Hall, near Leeds, Yorkshire, England. The house no longer exists. Married 1817. Children Caroline 1818, James 1819, Ann 1820, William 1821 , Godfrey 1823, Francis 1825, and then Ann died in 1827. Everybody on the Rhodes family tree is descended from these two. about 1920 These lovely paintings of Ann Smith and William Rhodes are from about 1820, before photography was invented! Thanks to Ainslie Stephen and Lew Evans. These are the PARENTS of William Rhodes (1821-1892) who immigrated to Quebec City, married Anne Dunn, had 9 children, and built the original Brynhyfryd in Tadoussac in 1860. Ann Smith died in 1827, 2 years after her 6th child was born. William lived a further 42 years, and never remarried. He wrote many letters back and forth with son William in Canada, and over 100 letters between them and other family members (between 1836 & 1890) have been compiled (with illustrations & photographs) in a 300 page book! I have printed and distributed about 20 copies, if you would like to get in on the next printing let me know! William (the father) lived in England his whole life, but he did come to Canada once, as he was a military man, and he fought for the British in the War of 1812, mainly in the Eastern Townships/Richelieu River area. He helped Canada stay out of the hands of our southern neighbours! Well done GGGGrandPa! Bramhope is just north of Leeds inEngland 8

James William Williams 1888-1916 & Evelyn Meredith 1889-1985 Jim Williams is the oldest son of Lennox Williams and Nan Rhodes. Born in 1888, married Evelyn Meredith January 3, 1916. He was killed in the First World War at the Somme in November 18, 1916 at the age of 28. Jim with some of his first cousins, Frank (Morewood) is my grandfather, about 1892. Jim with his mother Nan Rhodes Williams. Jim with his father Lennox Williams, about 1894. NEXT PAGE PREVIOUS Jim with Granny Anne Dunn Rhodes. Granny, Frank and Jimmy, Charlie Rhodes and Mary Williams Wallace at Benmore (Quebec). First cousins: Nancy, Catherine, Gertrude, Dorothy, Billy, Gertrude, Jim and Bob Campbell (?) Jim is at the bottom of this photo of his family and some friends. Jim with cousin Alice Burstall, not sure what's going on ... Granny and many first cousins, from left: Catherine, Sidney, Bobby, Charlie, Jim (center), Billy, Nancy, Gertrude, Gertrude, Dorothy. Frank Morewood and Jim were cousins and good friends Poitras, Jim, John, Lennox (his father), Charlie with some fish Evelyn Meredith Williams Prayers on the porch at Brynhyfryd? Evelyn Meredith is second from the right. Jim Williams and Evelyn Meredith Williams Sep 11th (1916?) My dear Nan & Daddy, I am writing this by the light of the moon at 2:30 AM, sitting on the fire step of a trench. Things are pretty quiet tonight – just occasional shots with a few bursts of machine gun fire. Our friend the Bosch is just 160 yards in front of us. I received a letter from you this morning – in fact I have had quite a number from you lately but have not had time to answer them. We will be leaving the trenches before long for a rest, bath and brush up generally. We will have had 24 days of it working 19 hours a day and very often 21. In the front line the officers go to bed at six a.m. and get about 4 hours sleep. The men are getting pretty tired. It is the first time in and 24 days is a longer period in trenches without a rest than any Canadian battalion has ever had. We have been fortunate as regards casualties though we have had quite a number. I had 3 men in my plat(oon) killed back in the reserve trench and two wounded. One of the men killed was an excellent NCO and an awfully nice fellow. I shan`t be able to replace him. Thank you for remembering me in your prayers. I expect they were answered last Tuesday night when we had quite a bombardment on. We blazed away at the Hun and their artillery replied. In the of trench which I was commanding it was like Hell let loose for a while. A man was blown in pieces ten yards from me, I was knocked down and the wind taken out of me – I got up and started on when another landed where I had been lying blew me along the trench – fortunately in toto and not in ( Narus partibus). I had to retire when the shelling ceased as I was a bit shaken up. I am all right now and think I got well out of it. They levelled about 30 yards of my trench with the ground, however a working party built it up again before the next morning. Our artillery gave three shots to their one so they have shown no inclination for another bout since then. Evelyn is now on the ocean on her way home. I think it was undoubtedly the wisest course for her to take. She will be happier at home and the climate will be more agreeable. We have had two or three gas alarms since we came to this place. They are rather terrifying at first. The gas has never reached us yet but on the occasion of the 1st alarm we really thought it was coming. One of my sentries said he heard the hissing noise it makes when coming out of the cylinder and shouted ``Here it comes!`` Gongs sounded – sirens blew and tin cans rattled all down the trench and we stood there waiting for it to come over the parapet with very mixed feelings I can assure you. It was a dark night with a drizzling rain and we couldn`t see a thing. A flare went up and the men looked very uncanny with their gas helmets on and the bigh goggles with a rubber tube sticking out in front to breathe out through and on top of it all their steel helmets. It was a great relief when the order came down about an hour afterwards to take helmets off as the gas had passed over some distance to our right. I have had three different servants during the last 3 days. The night I was biffed about my man while coming up a communication trench was blown six feet in the air. He was coming to join me, which he did – apparently none the worse for his ascent – the next day however he was a bit broken up and asked to be relieved so I got another man who wore his boots right down to his socks so I had to get another. In the meantime my first man has been wounded in 3 places – not seriously but he is hors de combat for some time. I think my present man will be kept on permanently. For a servant out here you do not want a valet who will keep your trousers nicely pressed but rather a stout fellow who will plough through mud and water after you with a bomb in one hand and a cup of hot coffee in the other. Well – the moon is on the wane and this luneral letter must end. I will now patrol my trench and see that all are awake. My love to my fair sister and brother and to yourselves. Your letters are very welcome. Your affectionate son J W Williams (transcribed by Jim's great neice Catherine) in France The Sackville Connection After Jim's death Evelyn Meredith married Donald Fisher of Sackville, New Brunswick, and she stayed in touch with the Williams family. We recently met their grandaughter Meredith Fisher (below right holding the photo with my wife Heather) and some of the photos above came from a Fisher album. Meredith also found in her attic a trunk full of photos and other items from World War One, belonging to her grandfather and to Jim Williams. In particular, there was a tie that appears in one of his (civilian) photos above, and his spats, with his signature on the back, shown below. Our daughter Sarah (and Al) recently moved to Sackville and opened a coffee shop (The Black Duck) and often see Meredith and her daughter Robin. Many of the Fisher family went to BCS, and must have known my father (who taught there for 39 years) and many other Tadoussac people. Also the Fishers have a summer house in St. Patrice, which is just on the west edge of Riviere du Loup. NEXT PAGE MORE LETTERS written by Jim Williams have been compiled into a very interesting book by Catherine Williams! Ask her to borrow a copy! I have a copy also in Tadoussac. The following was written by John Leggat Lieutenant James William Williams 87th Battalion (Canadian Grenadier Guards) Canadian Expeditionary Force James William Williams was my Great Uncle, the eldest of four siblings and the brother of my maternal grandmother Mary Wallace (nee Williams). He was born in Quebec City in January 1888. He was the son on the Rt. Rev. Lennox Williams, Anglican bishop of Quebec and his wife Nan (née Rhodes). He served as an officer in the 8th Battalion Royal Rifles of Canada (militia) and volunteered for overseas service in September of 1915 along with my maternal grandfather, Jack Wallace. At the time, they were both lieutenants in the Royal Rifles. Officers of the Canadian Grenadier Guards (87th Battalion) Jim Williams second from left, Jack Wallace second from right They proceeded overseas with the 87th Battalion Canadian Grenadier Guards in 1916. Before the battalion left Quebec City, Jim married Evelyn Fisher and Jack became engaged to my grandmother. After sailing to England in April 1916, the battalion was stationed there as part of the 12th Infantry Brigade (until June) and then 11th Infantry Brigade of the 4th Canadian Infantry Division until August of the same year. On August 11/12, the battalion crossed over to France and served the duration of the war as part of the 11th Infantry Brigade, 4th Canadian Infantry Division. Jack and Jim met up with another one of my uncles upon arriving in France. He was Ronald Alexander, a permanent force officer with the 24th Battalion (Victoria Rifles). At the time Ronald was serving as a major in the battalion and assumed command of the unit in November 2016. Ronald’s military career included staff appointments at RMC in the period between the wars. He retired as a major-general and commanded Pacific Command during WWII. He married Jim’s sister Gertrude in 2017. His memoires describe the conditions at the Somme in September and early October 1916: The Brickfields “On the 10th of September the [24th] Battalion arrived in “the Brickfields”. These consisted of the completely flat plain behind Albert. At 3:15 p.m. on the 29th of September we attacked the enemy’s front line, known as Regina trench, but failed to take it owing to uncut wire entanglements and withering fire. At 6:00 p.m. the enemy counter-attacked but we successfully stopped him. On the 29th and 30th, we were very heavily shelled not only by the enemy, but also with our own guns. We repulsed another enemy counter-attack. At 3:15 p.m. on 1 October our barrage went over our heads and we went over the top. The 5th C.M.R. on our left failed to get across, which left my left flank in the air. The 25th Battalion on my right was held up by wire. Some of the 24th Battalion succeeded in getting into a German trench, but whether it was Regina trench or not, we did not know. Our casualties had been very heavy and the whole situation looked very critical. That night we finally came to the conclusion that the 24th were in Kenora trench, but Regina trench everywhere was in enemy hands. On 2 October, the Battalion, or what was left of it, was relieved. In order to pick up the wounded in Nomansland, one of our stretcher bearers painted a red cross with jam on a white bandage and walked out holding it aloft. In a few minutes both sides were picking up their wounded under the protection of a white flag. Back in the Usna Valley the battle scared remnants of the [5th Infantry] brigade were fed from a field kitchen. They only totalled 600 and of these less than 100 were mine. There were tears running down the cheeks of Brig. Gen. Archie MacDonnell [RMC #151, Commandant RMC 1919 to 1925] as he stood and looked at what was left of his brigade” During this period my Uncle wrote these words to his parents: September 11th “I am writing this by the light of the moon at 2.30 a.m., sitting on the fire step of a trench. Things are pretty quiet tonight - just occasional shots with a few bursts of machine gun fire. Our friend the Bosch is just 160 yards in front of us. We will be leaving the trenches before long for a rest, bath and brush up generally. We will have had 24 days of it working 19 hours a day and very often 21. In the front line the officers go to bed at 6 a.m. and get about four hours sleep. The men are getting pretty tired. It is their first time in and 24 days is a longer period in trenches without a rest than any Canadian battalion has ever had. We have been fortunate as regards to casualties, though we have had quite a number. I had 3 men in my plot killed back in the reserve trench and two wounded. One of the men killed was an excellent NCO and an awfully nice fellow. I shan’t be able to replace him. Thank you for remembering me in your prayers. I expect they were answered last Tuesday night when we had quite a bombardment on. In the sector of trench which I was commanding it was like Hell let loose for a while. A man was blown to pieces ten yards from me. I was knocked down and the wind taken out of me - I got up & started on when another landed where I had been lying & blew me along the trench - fortunately in toto and not in nariis partibus. I had to retire when the shelling ceased as I was a bit shaken up. I am alright now & think I got well out of it. They levelled about 30 yards of my trench with the ground, however, a working party built it up again before the next morning. Our artillery gave three shots to their one so they have shown no inclination for another bout since then. We have had two or three gas alarms since we came to this place. They are rather terrifying at first. One of my sentries said he heard the hissing noise which it makes when coming out of the cylinders & shouted “here it comes”. Gongs sounded - sirens blew and tin cans rattled all down the trench and we stood there waiting for it to come over the parapet with very mixed feelings I can assure you. It was a dark night with a drizzling rain & we couldn’t see a thing. A flare went up & the men looked very uncanny with their gas helmets on & the big goggles with a rubber tube sticking out in front to breathe out through & on top of it all their steel helmets. It was a great relief when the order came down about an hour afterwards to take the helmets off as the gas had passed over some distance to our right. I have had five different servants during the last 3 days. The night I was biffed about my man, while coming up a communication trench was blown six feet in the air. He was coming to join me, which he did - apparently none the worse for his ascent - the next day however, he was a bit broken up & asked to be relieved so I got another man who wore his boots right down to his socks so I had to get another. In the meantime my first man has been wounded in 3 places-not seriously but he is hors de combat for some time. I think my present man will be kept on permanently. For a servant out here you do not want a valet who will keep your trousers nicely pressed but rather a stout fellow who will plough through mud and water after you with a bomb in one hand and a cup of hot coffee in the other!” November 2nd “We have been in this town for two days now. When I last wrote we expected to go into the front line that night and I had just about said my last prayers as we were in for something pretty heavy however, the weather put a stop to it and we were taken back here till things dry up a bit which is just as well as we hadn’t many men to carry on. Our ranks were badly depleted in our last tussle with the Hun. I am told that the Battalion was mentioned in dispatches for what we did. It is an awful country up there near the front. You cannot find four square yards which has not been ploughed up by a shell and dead Huns lie round all over the place, also our own dead, some of whom have been there for months and the stench is awful. One of our men found Harry Scott’s body and buried it. It is hard enough to get the wounded out of that place and as a rule all one can do for the dead is to recover their identification discs. The whole place is under shell fire all the time.” November 14th “I expect to be in the front line tonight but orders were changed and we are still in our dugouts in reserve. We provide working and carrying parties to go up to the front but I was not called on tonight. Errol Hall went up with one & Sam & I are waiting for him to return. We lost Todd in our last turn and I must write his father (he is in the CR in Mont) as I was the last officer to see him. I was sniped by the same chaps that got him but was fortunately missed. I had to go overland about 40 yards from the Bosch line in broad daylight. They were decent enough not to fire – if they had they could not have missed. The sniping came from further back. We had to go overland that day because the communication trenches were waist deep in mud. We had gone ahead to look over the trenches the battalion was to take over in the evening” Events of November 18th Shortly after 6:00 a.m. on November 18th the Canadian 11th Brigade attacked Desire Trench. The 87th Battalion was one of four of the Brigade in the assault that was supported by a heavy creeping artillery barrage. The brigade achieved its objective and two of its battalions, the 87th and the 38th continued on from Desire Trench to Coulée Trench and Grandcourt Trench, all by 9:00 a.m. Formations on the flanks, however, were not able to achieve the same results. The two battalions being in a rather precarious salient were ordered to return to the original objective, Desire Trench. It was during this withdrawal the Lieutenant Williams was killed by enemy machine gun fire. He was buried at Bapaume Military Cemetery. The action of the day is described in both the war diary of the 87th and the war diary of the 3rd Siege Battery RCA that was penned by my paternal grandfather Lt Col William Leggat, whose unit was among those providing artillery support on the day. Excerpts from the 87th Battalion War diary – November 18th “The objective was Desire Support Trench .... The night was extremely cold, the ground being frozen and a light snowfall about 3 a.m. had obscured all trace of the trench lines. The attack commenced a 6:10 a.m. and following the barrage closely, the objective was taken without a great deal of resistance by the enemy. Major F.E. Hall, Lieut. E.V. Hall, Lieut. J. W. Williams, Lieut. C.H. Eagley. Lieut R.G. Lefebvre. 39 other ranks and 2 machine guns proceeded on to Grandcourt Trench, part of which they captured taking in the operation some 112 Germans who were sent back to our lines under escort of wounded men. Owing to the attack on the left not being in position to push further, Major Hall was ordered to evacuate the Trench at dusk dropping back to Desire Support Trench. This was done but in so doing Major Hall and Lieut. Williams were killed and Lieut. Hall and Lieut. Eagley wounded. Casualties among officers 4 killed and 9 wounded, and among other ranks 26 killed. 50 missing and 148 wounded.” From the 3rd Siege Battery War Diary – November 18th “Opened fire today at 6:10a.m. in support of the attack on Desire Trench. The weather was thick, with flurries of snow and underfoot the ground was in dreadful condition. The following divisions took part in the attack. 4th Canadian Division, support by the 1st and 3rd Canadian Divisional Artillery; 19th Imperial Division, supported by the 11th and 25th Imperial and 2nd Canadian Divisional Artillery; 19th Imperial Division supported by the 17th, 18th and 19th Imperial Division Artillery and one Brigade R.H.A. We expended over 600 rounds on this task. Our troops gained their objective and pushed on to Coulee Trench where they were subject to heavy bombardment and were forced to retire to Desire Trench. It is reported that we took 1600 prisoners.” A poem by Frederick George Scott seems fitting. He was known as the Poet of the Laurentians. An Anglican Church minister, he joined the Canadian Army in 1914 at the age of 53 and went overseas as the Senior Chaplain of the 1st Canadian Division. ------------------------------------- A Grave in Flanders All night the tall trees overhead Are whispering to the stars; Their roots are wrapped around the dead And hide the hideous scars. The tide of war goes rolling by, The legions sweep along; And daily in the summer sky The birds will sing their song. No place is this for human tears. The time for tears is done; Transfigured in these awful years’ The two worlds blend in one. This boy had visions while in life Of stars and distant skies; So death came in the midst of strife A sudden, glad surprise. He found the songs for which he yearned, Hope that had mocked desire; His heart is resting now, which burned With such consuming fire. So down the ringing road we pass, And leave him where he fell. The guardian trees, the waving grass, The birds will love him well. St. Jans Capelle 1915 ---------------------------------- From In Sun and Shade, A book of Verse Canon Frederick George Scott, C.M.G., D.S.O. Dussault and Proulx Rgd, Quebec, 1926 Canon Scott’s son, Henry Hutton Scott, was an officer in the 87th Battalion. He was a close friend of Jim Williams and Jack Wallace. He was killed at Regina Trench on the 21st of October 1916 and is also buried at Bapaume Military Cemetery. Scott dedicated In Sun and Shade to his son with this short verse: “E’en as he trod that day to God, So walked he from his birth, In simpleness and gentleness, In honour and clean mirth Prepared by 8833 Colonel (ret’d) L. John Leggat – January 2018

Captain Dallaire rebuilds a St Lawrence Yawl when he's in his 80's Captain Dallaire's Boat Bateau du Capitaine Dallaire One More Boat It may not seem like it now, but there was a time when Tadoussac rang with the sounds of saws and caulking mallets. The scent of freshly planed cedar and spruce, pine and oak would have been in the air constantly. From the time of Champlain forward, boats were being built and repaired, most often in and around today's cale-seche, long before there were gates to keep the water out. Captain Edgar Dallaire, a man who had worked the river for years as a schooner captain, did more than his share of repairs to the goelèttes that wintered here. In 1950 my father who had recently purchased the St. Lawrence Yawl Bonne Chance, got to know "le vieux Edgar" as he was known. The old man helped repair my father's boat, splicing the stiff wire rigging until his fingers bled, and educating her new owner on how she should be handled. The old captain must have loved her, because 9 years later, at the age of 80, he found a derelict hull of the same type and towed her, half under water, to Tadoussac for a rebuild. He brought her ashore in the corner of the bay where the zodiac docks are now, but up near the road, chocked up above the high tide line, right where Champlain used to leave his pinnaces in the winter when he sailed back to France. Not having money for lumber he would take his flat bottomed skiff and unreliable outboard up the Saguenay to cut cedar trees whose trunks were bent to the northwest wind, the perfect shape for the boat's new ribs. Another promontory would provide gnarled birch trees that would form deck beams and the vital cross members the hull needed. Larger pines were towed back to Tadoussac, taken to a sawmill, and cut into planks. These he bent into shape using a system of chains and wedges while a driftwood fire kept seawater boiling, which was sloshed on the planks with a mop as they took the shape of the boat. There was no electricity at the site - all hand tools and low-tech methods - primitive perhaps, but effective. My father was fascinated by this process and I remember as a small child often standing there, understanding nothing, as he asked the Captain about the work and tried to learn as much as he could. There was never a plan, a blueprint, paper of any kind - just the Captain's knowledge of the shape the hull should take from his long experience with the type. This boat was the last traditional rebuild to take place in Tadoussac. As Captain Dallaire grew older, his vision became weaker, and he would be seen carving out the parts of the boat as much by feel as by sight, rubbing a plank with his work-hardened hands feeling for imperfections as he worked. It was 7 years before she was finished. My father overheard someone ask him what he would do with her. "Are you going to sell her?" he was asked. Captain Dallaire, then aged 87, smiled with a twinkle in his failing but clear blue eyes. "I'm in no hurry," he said. "I have lots of time." Text by Alan Evans, condensed from "Tides of Tadoussac" by Lewis Evans 1950 Captain Dallaire probably talking about boats with his friends. The boat later was bought by Lewis Evans and renamed the "Bonne Chance" 1950 le capitaine Dallaire parle probablement de bateaux avec ses amis. Le bateau plus tard a été acheté par Lewis Evans et a renommé le "Bonne Chance" One More Boat Il se peut qu'il contienne quelques imprécisions par rapport à l'original. Nous espérons néanmoins que cela vous aidera dans vos recherches. Original en anglais Language Weaver Notez cette traduction: Merci pour votre évaluation! L'odeur du cèdre fraîchement plané et de l'épinette, du pin et du chêne aurait été dans l'air constamment. Depuis l'époque de Champlain en avant, des bateaux ont été construits et réparés, le plus souvent dans le cale-seche d'aujourd'hui, longtemps avant qu'il y ait des portes pour garder l'eau hors. Le capitaine Edgar Dallaire, un homme qui avait travaillé la rivière depuis des années en tant que capitaine de la goélette, a fait plus que sa part de réparations aux goélécres qui hivernent ici. En 1950, mon père, qui avait récemment acheté le St. Lawrence Yawl Bonne Chance, connut le «vieux vieux» comme il était connu. Le vieil homme a aidé à réparer le bateau de mon père, en épandant le fil rigide jusqu'à ce que ses doigts saignent et éduquent son nouveau propriétaire sur la façon dont elle doit être manipulée. L'ancien capitaine l'a aimée, car, 9 ans plus tard, à l'âge de 80 ans, il a trouvé une coque abandonnée du même type et l'a remorquée, à moitié sous l'eau, à Tadoussac pour une reconstruction. Il l'a amenée à terre au coin de la baie, où les ponts du zodiaque sont maintenant, mais près de la route, chassés au-dessus de la ligne de la marée haute, où Champlain a laissé ses pinnaux en hiver lorsqu'il a navigué en France. N'ayant pas d'argent pour le bois, il prendrait son skiff à fond plat et sa fuite peu rigide sur le Saguenay pour couper des cèdres dont les troncs étaient pliés au vent du nord-ouest, la forme parfaite pour les nouvelles côtes du bateau. Un autre promontoire fournirait des bouleaux noueux qui formeraient des poutres de pont et les traversées vitales nécessaires à la coque. Des pins plus grands ont été renvoyés à Tadoussac, emmenés dans une scierie et coupés en planches. Il s'est penché en forme à l'aide d'un système de chaînes et de cales, tandis qu'un feu de bois flotté maintenait l'ébullition de l'eau de mer, qui était glissée sur les planches avec une vadrouille alors qu'elles prenaient la forme du bateau. Il n'y avait pas d'électricité sur le site - tous les outils à main et les méthodes de faible technologie - primitifs peut-être, mais efficaces. Mon père a été fasciné par ce processus et je me souviens comme un petit enfant souvent debout là-bas, ne comprenant rien, alors qu'il demandait au capitaine le travail et essayait d'apprendre autant qu'il le pouvait. Il n'y avait jamais de plan, d'un plan, de tout type, juste la connaissance du Capitaine de la forme que la coque devrait prendre de sa longue expérience avec le type. Ce bateau a été la dernière reconstruction traditionnelle à Tadoussac. Au fur et à mesure que le capitaine Dallaire devenait plus âgé, sa vision devenait plus faible, et on voyait qu'il enlevait les parties du bateau autant par la sensation que par la vue, en frottant une planche avec ses mains endurcis pour se sentir imperfectantes pendant qu'il travaillait. Il était 7 ans avant qu'elle ait fini. Mon père a entendu quelqu'un lui demander ce qu'il ferait avec elle. "Tu vas la vendre?" On lui a demandé. Le capitaine Dallaire, âgé de 87 ans, a souri avec un scintillement dans ses yeux bleus, mais ses yeux bleus clairs. "Je ne suis pas pressé", at-il dit. "J'ai beaucoup de temps." Texte de Alan Evans, condensé de "Tides of Tadoussac" par Lewis Evans "Ste. Croix" ~1964 Captain Dallaire and Lewis Evans discuss the progress ~1964 Le capitaine Dallaire et Lewis Evans discutent de l'avancement Alan Evans! My father Lewis Evans set this picture up, bringing his own yawl the "Bonne Chance" into shallow water at high tide so that he could get both yawls in the picture. Mon père Lewis Evans a préparé cette photo, ce qui porte sa propre yole la « Bonne Chance » en eau peu profonde à marée haute pour qu'il puisse obtenir les deux yoles dans l'image. Captains of Tadoussac Capitaines de Tadoussac by Gaby Villeneuve 37

A strong churchwoman and honoured volunteer, Jean spent much of her life bettering the lives of other people Aylan-Parker (Alexander) Jean Mary A strong churchwoman and honoured volunteer, Jean spent much of her life bettering the lives of other people Back to ALL Bios Jean Mary Aylan-Parker (nee Alexander) - 30 June, 1919 - 22 April, 2018 Jean was born at Bishopthorpe in Quebec City on 30 June, 1919. Her mother was Gertrude Alexander (nee Williams) and her Father was Brigadier General Ronald Okeden Alexander. Her grandfather, the Right Reverend Lennox Williams, 6th Anglican Bishop of Quebec, baptized her in the Tadoussac Chapel on 10 August, 1919. While growing up, since her father was in the military, Jean moved constantly. She lived in Kingston, Winnipeg, and Toronto. In Montreal she attended Trafalgar School and graduated at 16, and then a “finishing school”, where she studied business. Jean was a brilliant woman with many talents; and she didn’t waste any of them. Of course, in this day and age, she would have continued her education at college or university. Not in those days. One summer at Tadoussac while at Moulin a Baude for a picnic with Peggy Tindale, Billy Tindale and John Henderson, she was at the top of the waterfall to the east of the sand dunes. She slipped on a rock and over she went. She knocked out 5 teeth, broke her jaw, cracked her skull and had a few other sundry injuries. Since there was no medical staff in the town in those days, Jean was put aboard the Canada Steamship Cruise Line and taken up to Quebec City for repairs. She was probably one of the last debutantes of our society and, as was common at the time, one summer she toured Europe with her mother. She was also very proud of her Quebec heritage and spoke French fluently at various points in her life. Jean met John (Johnny) in the late 1930’s. Clive John Arthur Aylan-Parker was born in Lennoxville, Quebec on May 11, 1915. Upon graduating from Bishop’s University, he enlisted in the permanent forces of the Royal Canadian Regiment as a Lieutenant. Jean and John were married 18 November 1939 in Toronto by Bishop Williams just as the Second World War was beginning. At the time, if you were a military officer, and war broke out, your wife could accompany you. Consequently, as most women and children in England were crossing to Canada, Jean took a boat to England. Her first and second sons were born in England. Ronald Edward (March 28 1941) and James John (June 9, 1943). As the war was winding down, John suggested to Jean that she might want to go back to Canada before there was a huge rush when the war ended. Consequently, with the war still going on, and U-Boats in the Atlantic, Jean crossed the ocean with a 3-year-old, a 1-year-old and pregnant with a third and landed in Halifax. She then boarded a train (with the same 2 ½ children) and travelled right across Canada to stay with her mother and father, who just happened to live in Victoria, British Columbia. The third son, Edward Mears was born there on March 4, 1945. At the end of the war John joined Jean in Victoria and the group of five moved to Ontario. Jean was very artistic. She played the piano, sang in the church choir, was very good at sketching and was accomplished in needlework. One of the kneelers here in this chapel was done by Jean. Jean was blessed with a brilliant mind and a commitment to the betterment of society. Besides volunteering in her church and with Scouts Canada, she decided to learn Braille. Even though she was sighted, she became one of the leading transcribers for the CNIB. Besides books written in English, she also transcribed French, German and mathematics textbooks. Not stopping there, she began a group called the “Hand Highway” to support people with both a visual and hearing disability. She also precised in Braille, on a daily basis, a synopsis of the news garnered from the local newspaper. In recognition of these contributions, Jean was awarded the Arthur Napier Magill Distinguished Service Award in 1983. After Jean and John moved to St. Catharine’s in 1973, she also found time to volunteer at the local distress centre over a period of 11 years. Jean was honoured with the Mackenzie Chown-Robert Reinhart Award by the St. Catharine’s and District United Way for her distinguished service to the CNIB and the Distress Centre. Jean died on 22 April, 2018 in Hamilton, Ontario. She was predeceased by her husband, Major John Aylan-Parker, her brother-in-law, Edward Mears Aylan-Parker, her father, Brig. Gen. Ronald Okeden Alexander, her mother Gertrude Alexander (Williams) and her two brothers Flight Lieutenant James Okeden and Ronald Lennox. She leaves her eldest son, Ronald Edward Aylan-Parker (Barbara) of New Zealand, children Jennifer Jean, Jacqueline Beth and Alexandra Mary. Her second son, James John Aylan-Parker (Shirley) of Horseshoe Valley, Ontario, children Karen Michelle and Bradley James. And a third son Edward (Ted) and (Pamela) of Caledonia, Ontario, children Peter Edward and Christie Belle. She was also blessed with 14 great grandchildren. A memorial service was held at St. Paul’s Anglican Church, Caledonia, Ontario. Cremation took place and her ashes were interred in St. Catharine’s, Ontario beside her husband, John. “Rest well thou good and faithful servant.” Photos above Jean General Ron Alexander, Jim, Jean and Gertrude & ? Jean and Jim Jean, Jim and Gertrude in front of the old Brynhyfryd Photos Below Gertrude (Williams) Alexander, Lilybell Rhodes, Jean (Alexander) and John Aylan-Parker, Joan (Williams) Ballantyne, Nan (Wallace) Leggat, Mary (Williams) Wallace, Lennox Williams in front of the new Brynhyfryd Jean and 2 of her boys in Tadoussac Back to ALL Bios

Été à Tadoussac Summer 1920-1940 NEXT PAGE PREVIOUS Mnay photos that I have collected from the summer community in Tadoussac are from the 1920's and 1930's. This was a time when many of our parents and grandparents were young and were lucky enough to enjoy summers in Tadoussac. They did many of the same activities that we do today, but they certainly wore different clothes! I hope it will give you a feel for what it was like to grow up in the summer community in those days. You may recognize some of the people! This is LONG, take your time! Seven Pages Please let me know what you think, or if you have corrections, or additions! Beaucoup de photos que je l'ai recueillies auprès de la communauté d'été à Tadoussac sont des années 1920 et 1930. Ce fut un temps où beaucoup de nos parents et grands-parents étaient jeunes et ont eu la chance de profiter des étés à Tadoussac. Ils ont fait un grand nombre des mêmes activités que nous faisons aujourd'hui, mais ils portaient des vêtements différents! Je l'espère, il vous donnera une idée de ce qu'elle était de grandir dans la communauté d'été dans ces jours. Vous pouvez reconnaître certaines des personnes! Cela est longue, prenez votre temps! 7 chapitres S'il vous plaît laissez-moi savoir ce que vous pensez, ou si vous avez des corrections ou des ajouts! First Page Première Page The Village of Tadoussac La ville de Tadoussac Travel by Car?? Voyage en Voiture?? Travel by Steamer Voyage par Steamer Second Page Deuxième Page The Summer Cottages Les Chalets d'été Third Page Troisième Page Picnics and the Beaches Pique-nique et les Plages Fourth Page Quatrième Page Meeting the Boat Rencontrer le Bateau Fifth Page Cinquième Page Saguenay Trips Des excursions sur le Saguenay Sixth Page Sixième Page Sports Sports Seventh Page Septième Page (More) Faces of Tadoussac (Plus) Visages de Tadoussac PREVIOUS NEXT PAGE

Tadoussac Wharf 1916-1950, Steamers, Goelettes, People! The Old Wooden Wharf Le vieux quai en bois 1916-1950 The Wharf in the bay was built in about 1916, this photo from the McCord Museum (Montreal) shows they lacked the equipment used today! Le quai dans la baie a été construit environ 1916, cette photo du Musée McCord (Montréal) montre qu'ils ne avaient pas l'équipement utilisé aujourd'hui! The "Pixie B" about 1925. The goelette at the wharf in Tadoussac (above and below) is the Pixie B and it towed the barge which could carry two cars. La "Pixie B" circa 1925. La goélette au quai de Tadoussac est le Pixie B et remorquer le chaland qui pourrait transporter deux voitures Paintings on this page by Frank Morewood and Lilybell Rhodes Uncle Arthur C-Smith R Lewis Evans ? Nan Wallace (Leggat) Susan Williams (Webster) Joan Williams (Ballantyne) Nan Wallace (Leggat) Jim Williams 1947 painting by Albert Cloutier Thanks to Peter Mc The yellow truck shows up several times, probably a Hotel Tadoussac vehicle Le camion jaune apparaît à plusieurs reprises, probablement un véhicule de l'Hôtel Tadoussac The wharf was badly damaged when the CSL Quebec burned in August 1950, and rebuilt with the steel wharf we see today. Le quai a été gravement endommagé lorsque le CSL Québec brûlé en Août 1950, et reconstruite avec le quai d'acier que nous voyons aujourd'hui. Wharf construction with a crane in the background, and a boat being rebuilt at the same time early 1950's Construction de quai avec une grue en arrière-plan, Et un bateau étant reconstruit en même temps Début des années 50 72

Gordon Price was best friends with his brother, Bill, and devoted to his family. Price, Gordon July 23, 1958 – August 27, 2022 Gordon Price was best friends with his brother, Bill, and devoted to his family. Back to ALL Bios Gordon Price July 23, 1958 – August 27, 2022 Gordon "Gord" Price, son of Harold William Price and Phyllis Ann Mackay Smith, brother to Cynthia Ann Price and William Andrew Price, Born in Quebec City and raised in Montreal. Following family tradition, Gord attended Ashbury College and Bishop's College School (BCS), where he played First Team Football and Hockey. After graduating from BCS he continued his studies at Champlain Regional College in Lennoxville, Quebec. While at CEGEP, he played football and served as a student house parent for Grier House at BCS. Gord’s journey took him west to Alberta, where he enrolled in SAIT’s Hotel Management program. After graduating, he worked in the hospitality industry across Alberta, Vancouver, and Montreal. A dedicated sports enthusiast, Gord had a special love for football and was a lifelong, passionate supporter of the Montreal Canadiens. To his niece Katie and nephew Michael, and later to his great-niece Sophie and great-nephew Jacob, Gord was more than an uncle - he was a loyal presence, always checking in, always interested, and always cheering them on. His extended family was never far from his thoughts. Tadoussac held a unique and sacred place in Gord’s heart. Summers at the Pilot House were filled with adventure and laughter, particularly alongside his brother Bill. Inseparable and only 11 months apart, the two created memories fishing for crapeau de mer, racing to get haircuts before hopping on the Jamboree for a day of sailing, or scavenging for candy money from Granny. Days were spent swimming in the lake with the dogs, picnicking on the rocks with cousins, and enjoying bonfires on the beach. As the years passed, dinners at the Pilot House became a hallmark of Gord’s warmth and humor—his quick wit and infectious laugh bringing joy to every gathering. Gord remained a familiar and welcome figure in the village, often seen walking the dogs on the beach or stopping by to catch up with family and friends. In his later years, he found peace and joy sitting on the back deck of the Pilot House, sharing stories of his youth in Tadoussac with friends and loved ones. Gord passed away in the cherished House of Lords at the Pilot House. His ashes were scattered at his favourite spot by the river. He will be remembered for his kind heart, his deep love for family and dogs, and his unwavering connection to the Pilot House and the beauty of Tadoussac. Nicole Price Back to ALL Bios

The first English-speaking full-time resident of Tadoussac and a prominent citizen. Radford, Joseph & Isabella (White) The first English-speaking full-time resident of Tadoussac and a prominent citizen. Back to ALL Bios Joseph Radford 1815 – 1885 & Isabella (White) 1817-1902 (version française à suivre) Joseph Radford came to Tadoussac in the 1840s, it is believed from England, and lived in Tadoussac for most of his life with his wife, Isabella White, and his daughter. They are believed to be the only anglophone full-time residents of the town at that time. Joseph Radford was a prominent citizen in the early days of the town of Tadoussac and had many different jobs. He originally came to work in the Price Sawmill in Anse à l’Eau, but in 1848 William Price closed the mill, and Radford became the manager, in a caretaker role, to occasionally operate the mill when enough wood was harvested. In 1874 the old mill was ceded to the Federal Ministry of Marine Fisheries for $1, and Radford directed the renovation of the old building for its new role, as a fish hatchery, which he managed for the next eleven years. In 1878, surviving documents show that he was paid $400 for “conducting a fish breeding establishment,” and the hatchery raised and released up to a million small salmon a year in the area’s rivers. Mr. Radford was the last Factor of the Hudson’s Bay Post, which was located in front of the Hotel Tadoussac until it was demolished in about 1870. He was also listed as Tadoussac’s Postmaster, Protection Officer, and Customs Agent, and apparently served as the Swedish and Norwegian Vice-Consul. It is uncertain what that job entailed! When the group of summer residents, Rhodes, Russell, and Urquhart got together to form a company to build the first Tadoussac Hotel in 1864, Joseph Radford was a member of the group. He is also listed as one of the founders of the Tadoussac Protestant Chapel in 1866. It was in 1863 that he bought the land opposite the Hotel Georges from David Price, and demolished the house that was there to build a magnificent white house overlooking the old salmon pool and the cove. Early photos of Anse à l’Eau feature two imposing buildings above the wharf and mill, the Hotel Georges (then a residence) and the Radford House. In 1873 there was excitement in Tadoussac. Lord Dufferin was coming to build a house and become a summer resident. Joseph Radford had been a town councillor and by this time was the Mayor of Tadoussac, although the town had not yet been incorporated so he is not listed as the first mayor officially. However, he and the other prominent people in town at the time wrote a flowery letter of welcome, in which they explained that they could not possibly afford to provide a welcoming reception, being such a small community, but “hope that we may have the pleasure during many future seasons of seeing your Excellencies and your amiable family at our beautiful little seaside village.” Joseph Radford died in Tadoussac in 1885 at the age of seventy, and his family continued to live in the house for many years. His unmarried daughter, Belle, inherited the house and lived there until she was too old to manage it, whereupon she sold it to Lady Price in 1918. Belle went to live in Montreal but continued to spend her summers in Tadoussac, staying at the Hotel Georges across the street, then known as the Desmeules Boarding House. Ainslie Stephen remembered going with her mother, Dorothy Evans, to visit Belle in the years before her death in 1935. The Radford House was used to put up overflow guests from Lady Price’s cottage, which was Fletcher Cottage by then, and as these guests were mainly relatives and friends of her son, young men home from the First World War, it became known as the “bachelor house”. It was destroyed by fire during a strong northwest storm in the winter of 1932. Tom & Alan Evans Joseph Radford 1815-1885 et Isabella (White) 1817-1902 Joseph Radford est arrivé à Tadoussac dans les années 1840, probablement en provenance d'Angleterre, et a vécu à Tadoussac pendant la majeure partie de sa vie avec sa femme, Isabella White, et sa fille. On croit qu'ils étaient les seuls anglophones résidents à temps plein de la ville à cette époque. Joseph Radford était un citoyen éminent des débuts de la ville de Tadoussac et occupait de nombreux emplois différents. À l'origine, il travaillait à la scierie Price à Anse à l'Eau, mais en 1848, William Price a fermé la scierie et Radford en est devenu le gérant, dans un rôle de gardien, pour faire fonctionner occasionnellement la scierie lorsque suffisamment de bois était récolté. En 1874, l'ancien moulin a été cédé au ministère fédéral des pêches maritimes pour 1 $, et Radford a dirigé la rénovation de l'ancien bâtiment pour son nouveau rôle, en tant qu'écloserie de poissons, qu'il a dirigé pendant les onze années suivantes. En 1878, des documents conservés montrent qu'il a été payé 400 $ pour « diriger un établissement d'élevage de poissons », et l'écloserie a élevé et relâché jusqu'à un million de petits saumons par année dans les rivières de la région. M. Radford était le dernier facteur du poste de la Baie d'Hudson, qui était situé en face de l'hôtel Tadoussac jusqu'à sa démolition vers 1870. Il était également répertorié comme maître de poste, agent de protection et agent des douanes de Tadoussac, et aurait apparemment servi comme vice-consul de Suède et de Norvège. On ne sait pas exactement en quoi consistait ce travail ! Lorsque le groupe de résidents estivaux, Rhodes, Russell et Urquhart, se sont réunis pour former une entreprise afin de construire le premier hôtel de Tadoussac en 1864, Joseph Radford était membre du groupe. Il est également cité comme l'un des fondateurs de la chapelle protestante de Tadoussac en 1866. C'est en 1863 qu'il a acheté le terrain de David Price en face de l'Hôtel Georges et qu'il a démoli la maison qui s'y trouvait pour construire une magnifique maison blanche surplombant l'ancien bassin à saumon et l'anse. Les premières photos de l’Anse à l’Eau montrent deux édifices imposants au-dessus du quai et du moulin, l’Hôtel Georges (alors une résidence) et la Maison Radford. En 1873, l'effervescence règne à Tadoussac. Lord Dufferin venait bâtir une maison et devenir résident d'été. Joseph Radford avait été conseiller municipal et était à cette époque maire de Tadoussac, bien que la ville n'ait pas encore été constituée en société et qu'il ne soit donc pas officiellement répertorié comme le premier maire. Cependant, lui et d’autres personnalités de la ville de l’époque ont écrit une lettre de bienvenue fleurie, dans laquelle ils expliquaient qu’ils ne pouvaient pas se permettre d’offrir un accueil chaleureux, étant donné la petite taille de la communauté, mais « espèrent que nous aurons le plaisir, au cours de nombreuses saisons futures, de revoir Vos Excellences et votre aimable famille dans notre magnifique petit village balnéaire ». Joseph Radford est décédé à Tadoussac en 1885 à l'âge de soixante-dix ans, et sa famille a continué d'habiter la maison pendant de nombreuses années. Sa fille célibataire, Belle, a hérité de la maison et y a vécu jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit trop vieille pour la gérer, après quoi elle l'a vendue à Lady Price en 1918. Belle est allée vivre à Montréal, mais a continué à passer ses étés à Tadoussac, logeant à l'Hôtel Georges de l'autre côté de la rue, alors connu sous le nom de Maison de pension Desmeules. Ainslie Stephen se rappelle être allée avec sa mère, Dorothy Evans, rendre visite à Belle dans les années précédant sa mort en 1935. La Radford House était utilisée pour héberger les invités en trop du chalet de Lady Price, qui était alors Fletcher Cottage, et comme ces invités étaient principalement des parents et des amis de son fils, des jeunes hommes revenus de la Première Guerre mondiale, elle est devenue connue sous le nom de « maison de baccalauréat ». Il a été détruit par un feu lors d'une grosse tempête du nord-ouest durant l'hiver 1932. Tom et Alan Evans Back to ALL Bios

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Matriarch of the Smith family in Tadoussac as her son, Robert Harcourt Smith, bought Dufferin House Smith, Amelia Jane (LeMesurier) Matriarch of the Smith family in Tadoussac as her son, Robert Harcourt Smith, bought Dufferin House Back to ALL Bios Amelia Jane (LeMesurier) Smith 1832-1917 Amelia Jane LeMesurier was born in Quebec City in 1832. She was the fourth daughter and one of twelve children of Henry LeMesurier and his wife Julie Guerout. In 1857 she married Robert Herbert Smith (1825-1898) also of Quebec City. He was involved in the Timber and Shipping business, and it is this business that may have brought the family to Tadoussac. They had eight children, Robert Harcourt (1858), Edith (1862, who married Henry Baring Powel), Amelia Blanche (1863, who married Sir William Price), Herbert (1866), Charles (1867), George (1870), Edmund (1874), and Arthur (1875). There are memorial plaques for all of these children except Edith. Amelia’s oldest son, Harcourt, was also in the lumber business and he bought Dufferin House from the Dale family. It may have been he who brought the Smith family to Tadoussac, currently in its sixth generation. Amelia Jane died in Quebec City in 1917 having been predeceased by her sons Robert Harcourt in 1913 and Herbert in 1915. She is buried with her husband in Mount Hermon Cemetery, in Quebec City. Because these are the first Smiths to come to Tadoussac it is worth noting here that first, it is unknown whether Amelia’s husband Robert ever holidayed here. It may be that Amelia and her other children only came after her son Harcourt bought Dufferin House in 1911. Also, because Amelia Blanche married Sir William Price, and Edith married Henry Baring Powel, the Smith, Price and Powel families became connected. Coosie Price, Harky Powel and brothers Lex, Gordon and Guy Smith were all first cousins. It should be noted that the name Carington is not part of the Smith surname, but a frequently used middle name.   Eve Wickwire Photos ~1906 shows Amelia Jane Lemesurier Smith, her son Robert Harcourt Carrington Smith, and his son Gordon Smith, father of Eve Wickwire! ~1894 the children George (1870), Herbert (1866) Robert Harcourt (1858), Amelia Blanche (1863, who married Sir William Price), Charles (1867) Arthur (1875), Edmund (1874) missing Edith (1862, who married Henry Baring Powel) Back to ALL Bios