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PREVIOUS Benmore Quebec NEXT PAGE 1848-1948 Col. Rhodes bought the house in 1848. He died in 1892, his wife Granny Ann Rhodes lived there until 1911. Their daughter Minnie Rhodes Morewood (died 1942) and Henry (Harry) Morewood (died 1916) lived there with their children John, Frank, Nancy, Billy, and Bobby Morewood. ​Frank Morewood writes: It was a great house to me (not a mansion like Cataraqui but I loved spending time at Benmore and I did spend a lot of time there). My parents were living there when I was born, as my father (Bobby) had lost his job in the depression and he went home to his mother's place with his whole family. At that time it housed my father's mother, two sisters, one of his two brothers and two maids. Benmore was in the family from 1848 to 1948. Colonel Rhodes a acheté la maison en 1848. Il est mort en 1892, son épouse Granny Ann Rhodes y vécut jusqu'en 1911. Leur fille Minnie Rhodes Morewood (mort en 1942) et Henry (Harry) Morewood (mort en 1916) a vécu dans la maison avec leurs enfants John, Frank, Nancy, Billy, et Bobby Morewood. Frank Morewood écrit: C'était une grande maison pour moi (pas une manoir comme Cataraqui mais j'ai adoré passer du temps à Benmore et j'ai fait passer beaucoup de temps là-bas). Mes parents vivaient là quand je suis né, mon père (Bobby) avait perdu son emploi dans la dépression et il rentra chez lui pour la place de sa mère avec toute sa famille. A cette époque, il abritait la mère de mon père, deux sœurs, l'une de ses deux frères et deux servantes. Benmore était dans la famille de 1848 à 1948. Frank Morewood (my grandfather) Vue sur la St-Laurent Minnie and Harry Morewood Billy, Minnie and Bobby Morewood 1890's Carrie and her mother Caroline Rhodes, Minnie Morewood, Billy and Frank, about 1893 Granny (1890's) with Frank Morewood & Jimmy Williams ​ Charlie Rhodes Mary Williams Wallace ​ Armitage Rhodes driving, Godfrey's wife Lily, Minnie and Bobby Morewood, Granny at the back, about 1910. ​ Benmore Tennis C ourt ​ Just two stories, 3rd floor added in 1864 Seulement deux étages, 3ème étage a été ajouté en 1864 View of the St Lawrence The horse's name is Jack Le cheval est appelé Jack I took the photo above in 2001 Granny and Hem on the porch around 1900. Next door, Godfrey's house Cataraquai, that's Godfrey with the dog, about 1920's. Juste à côté, la maison de Godfrey Cataraquai, c'est Godfrey avec le chien, environ 1920. Back to Home Page NEXT PAGE

PREVIOUS The Ferries - Des Traversiers Tadoussac < > Baie Sainte Catherine ​ NEXT PAGE 25 new photos Jan 2019 In the early 1900's the Price Tugboats "Muriel" and the "Mahone" carried passangers between Riviere du Loup, Baie Sainte Catherine, and Tadoussac, and other places. Au début des années 1900, les remorqueurs "Muriel" et le "Mahone" de l'entreprise Price ont transporté des passangers entre Riviere du Loup, Baie Ste Catherine et Tadoussac, et d'autres endroits. ​ ​ ​ MURIEL Many of these photos are from the Facebook Page "Amateurs de Traversiers au Québec" (Fans of Ferries in Quebec) Thanks to all the contributors! Amateurs de Traversiers au Quebec Plusieurs de ces photos proviennent de la page Facebook "Amateurs de Traversiers au Québec" Merci à tous les contributeurs! L'équipage du "Mahone" Capitaine Johnny DesLauriers MAHONE The "Mahone" at Anse à L'Eau, Tadoussac. The "Thor", one of the most powerful tugs of the Price Company, was used on the Saguenay for several years for the refueling of shipyards and the transportation of employees. In 1911, the Trans-Saint Laurent Ltee puts the Thor into operation, between Riviere-du-Loup and Tadoussac. Built in Lévis in 1881, this side-paddlewheel steamer is only used during the summer season and for Sunday excursions, it will be sold in 1916. ​ The Thor at Anse à L'Eau, Tadoussac. THOR Le "Thor", l'un des plus puissants remorqueurs de la compagnie Price, a été utilisé pendant plusieurs années sur le Saguenay pour le ravitaillement en carburant des chantiers et le transport des employés. En 1911, le Trans-Saint Laurent Ltee met en service le Thor, entre Rivière-du-Loup et Tadoussac. Construit à Lévis en 1881, ce paquebot à roue à aubes latérale n’est utilisé que pendant la saison estivale et pour les excursions du dimanche, il sera vendu en 1916. ​ Le Thor à l'Anse à l'Eau, Tadoussac. February 15, 1909 ​ ICE BRIDGE ​ The last cold of January contributed to form the ice bridge between Tadoussac and Baie Ste Catherine. The first to venture there was M. Gabriel Boulianne of Tadoussac, on February 7th, M. Boulianne was accompanied by his two nephews. ÉMÉRILLON PIXIE B 1920's Ferry? No photos ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ The "Pixie B" Painting by Frank Morewood, about 1930. The goelette at the wharf in Tadoussac is the Pixie B and it towed the barge which could carry two cars. Wreck of the Pixie B. It finished its career next to the Bar Orace in Ile aux Coudres early 80's photo Éric Desbiens ​ La "Pixie B" Painting par Frank Morewood, circa 1930. La goélette au quai de Tadoussac est le Pixie B et remorquer le chaland qui pourrait transporter deux voitures. ​ Épave du Pixie B. Il finit sa carrière à coté du bar Chez Orace à l'Ile aux Coudres au début 80 photo Éric Desbiens ​ The "N.B.T." (Noel Brisson Transport) Built by Armand Imbeau in 1939?, 75' long, carried up to six cars on deck. Note the gap in the far gunwale for the cars, and the two ramps on deck. ​ Le "N.B.T." (Noel Brisson Transport) Construit par Armand Imbeau en 1939?, 75' long, porté jusqu'à six voitures. Notez l'écart de l'autre côté pour les voitures, et les deux rampes sur le pont. ​ N.B.T. Text describing the Tadoussac-Baie Ste Catherine crossing in the late 30's in the biography of Jean-Louis Gendron, former NCB Bank employee. >>>>>>>>>>> Texte décrivant le passage frontalier Tadoussac-Baie Ste Catherine à la fin des années 30 dans la biographie de Jean-Louis Gendron, ancien employé de NCB Bank. >>>>>>>>>>> The "Jacques Cartier" The first real car ferry, until 1958, carried 12 cars. ​ Le "Jacques Cartier" Le premier vrai ferry, jusqu'en 1958, place pour 12 voitures ​ JACQUES CARTIER ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Le Jacques Cartier et un bateau CSL Baie Ste Catherine Circa 1952 Une belle photo de Jack Molson ​ Au quai d'Anse à l'Eau, Tadoussac . At right, the Morewood family, Bill, Betty (my mother) and their mother Carrie (Rhodes) Morewood. Vehicles are getting bigger in the 1950's! Larger ferries are coming soon. Both trucks are PUIZE TRANSPORT. Les véhicules grossissent dans les années 50! Des ferries plus importants arrivent bientôt. Les deux camions sont PUIZE TRANSPORT August 1950, the CSL Quebec burned at the wharf, and the Jacques Cartier came over to help. En août 1950, la CSL Québec a brûlé au quai et la Jacques Cartier est venue aider. What happened to the Jacques Cartier after 1958? Some where on the St Lawrence, not sure of the dates. These photos are NOT in Tadoussac! Qu'est-il arrivé au Jacques Cartier après 1958 ? Somewhere on the St Lawrence, not sure of dates. Ces photos ne sont PAS à Tadoussac! THE SORELOIS: Steel ferry built in 1899 in Montreal, and used along with Jacques Cartier between Baie-Sainte-Catherine and Tadoussac. SORELOIS LE SORELOIS: Traversier en acier construit en 1899 à Montréal et utilisé avec Jacques Cartier entre Baie-Sainte-Catherine et Tadoussac. Many of these photos are from the Facebook Page "Amateurs de Traversiers au Québec" (Fans of Ferries in Quebec) Thanks to all the contributors! Amateurs de Traversiers au Quebec Plusieurs de ces photos proviennent de la page Facebook "Amateurs de Traversiers au Québec" Merci à tous les contributeurs! SAGUENAY and CHARLEVOIX ​ ​ ​ ​ The "Saguenay" 21 cars and the "Charlevoix" 27 cars. 1958 to 1980 La "Saguenay" 21 voitures and la "Charlevoix" 27 voitures. 1958 à 1980 1962 on the ferry in winter My mother Betty Evans admiring the ice on the anchor winch. My brother Lewis Evans in the ski mask (it was cold!) 1962 sur le ferry en hiver Ma mère Betty Evans admirant la glace sur le treuil d'ancre. Mon frère Lewis Evans dans le masque de ski (il faisait froid!) 1964 The Royal Yacht "Brittania" escorted by the destroyer "HMCS Restigouche" 1964 Le yacht royal "Britannia" escorté par le destroyer "NCSM Restigouche" 1960's The ferry trying to pull the "St Lawrence" off the sandbar (see the SHIPWRECKS page) 1960's One of many construction projects on the ferry wharf at Anse à L'Eau 1960 Le ferry en essayant de tirer le "Saint-Laurent" hors du banc de sable (Voir la page SHIPWRECKS) 1960 Un des nombreux projets de construction sur le quai du traversier à Anse à L'Eau circa 1975 Forest Fire on La Boule The other ferry is probably the "Pierre de Saurel" in service from 1974 circa 1975 Feu de forêt sur La Boule L'autre traversier est probablement la "Pierre de Saurel" en service à partir de 1974 circa 1972 We used to "see people off" saying goodbye to Tadoussac at the end of the summer at the ferry wharf, probably the McCarters. ​ Evan Ballantyne, Guy and Jean Smith, Susie Scott (Bruemmer), David Younger, Trevor Williams , Steven Webster, (Belle Ballantyne (Corrigan), David Williams (kneeling), Jennifer Williams, Cinny Price and her pet duck (who has a pet duck?), Alan Evans, Gwen Skutezky, Enid (Price) Williams, Sally Williams, Mary Fowler, Penny Younger circa 1972 Nous dirions adieu aux personnes qui quittent Tadoussac à la fin de l'été au quai du traversier Wait! That's not the right way! Where are you going? Attendez! Tu ne vas pas dans le bon sens! Où allez-vous? Sketch of the proposed bridge across the Saguenay It would be the 10th longest span in the world and the largest in the western hemisphere. The latest study locates the bridge at La Boule, 8 km up the Saguenay, unlike these images. ​ Croquis du pont proposé pour traverser le Saguenay Ce serait la 10e plus longue dans le monde et le plus grand de l'hémisphère occidental La dernière étude situe le pont à La Boule, à 8 km du Saguenay, contrairement à ces images. MV Armand-Imbeau (capacity 367 passengers and 75 vehicles) MV Jos-Deschênes (capacity 367 passengers and 75 vehicles) MV Félix-Antoine-Savard (capacity 376 passengers and 70 vehicles) 2016 New Ferries are scheduled to arrive! 2016 Nouveaux Ferries devraient arriver! NEXT PAGE Many of these photos are from the Facebook Page "Amateurs de Traversiers au Québec" (Fans of Ferries in Quebec) Thanks to all the contributors! Amateurs de Traversiers au Quebec Plusieurs de ces photos proviennent de la page Facebook "Amateurs de Traversiers au Québec" Merci à tous les contributeurs! NEXT PAGE

PREVIOUS Col. William Rhodes 1821-1892 Anne Catherine Dunn 1823-1911 Children and Grandchildren NEXT PAGE The Rhodes had 9 children, and 26 grandchildren. 17 of the grandchildren are connected to Tadoussac, and 8 of them had descendants. In total there are over 190 descendants of Col & Mrs Rhodes, most of whom visit Tadoussac regularly, where they own 12 houses! (Not counting the Boston family). Look for your name! If I've missed it let me know!​ NEXT PAGE

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

PREVIOUS NEXT PAGE Canoes, Punts, Rowboats Canots, Punts, Chaloupes Birchbark Canoe 1910 Canot d'écorce 1910 Godfrey, Lily, and Catherine Rhodes Plage Tadoussac Beach 1901 Godfrey Rhodes, Minnie (Rhodes) Morewood, Dorothy (Dorsh) Rhodes (Evans), ?, Billy Morewood, Carrie Rhodes (Morewood) 1901 Nancy Morewood, Catherine Rhodes (Tudor-Hart), Frank E Morewood K Ewart holding on tight K Ewart tenant serré Dean Lewis Evans et Marjorique pêchent près du Lark Reef 1910 Dean Lewis Evans and Marjorique fishing near Lark Reef, 1910 1900's The "WHITE BOAT" circa 1910 at the Marguerite Dressed all in white and pulling the boat to the shore of the Saguenay, 1917 Tout de blanc vêtu et en tirant le bateau à la rive de la rivière Saguenay, 1917 Nan (Rhodes) and Lennox Williams Lily and Frances Rhodes Mary Williams (Wallace) in the "White Boat" Pte a la Croix Lennox Williams Sydney Williams Adele Languedoc Mary Williams (Wallace) ? Lily Rhodes Nan (Rhodes) Williams 1910's Marjorie Gagnon helped my father, Lewis Evans with his model of a Lower St Lawrence Yawl, about 1918. In 1951 Lewis Evans bought a very old yawl and restored it, the "Bonne Chance" shown at right in a painting by Tom Roberts. Majorque Gagnon a aidé mon père, Lewis Evans avec son modèle d'un Yole Bas-St Laurent , vers 1918. En 1951, Lewis Evans a acheté un yole très vieux et le restaura, le "Bonne Chance" illustré à droite dans un tableau de Tom Roberts. "Explorer" Lewis Evans & Harry Dawson Baude River above the dam Jean Alexander (Aylan-Parker) and Jim Alexander 1920's Bill Morewood, ?, Jack Wallace 1930's Bill and Frank E Morewood Ainslie Evans (Stephen) Betty Morewood (Evans) Phoebe Evans (Skutezky) Robin and Doris Molson Jack, Verity and Robin Molson 1930's Susan Williams (Webster), ?, Joan Williams (Ballantyne), Jim Williams, ?? Joan Williams (Ballantyne), ?? Harry Morewood, Jimmy Williams, Simon Wallace (friend), Joan Williams (Ballantyne), Frank Morewood, Susan Williams (Webster), Jennifer and Delia Tudor-Hart, Bobby Morewood Jimmy Williams, Susan Williams (Webster) 1942 Sheila Williams (Campbell), Penny Smith (Younger) 1942 Alan Finldey, Betty, Anne and Lewis Evans, and dog Smitty in the punt! No Life Jackets 1950 Alan Finldey, Betty, Anne and Lewis Evans, et le chien Smitty dans le punt! Pas de gilets de sauvetage 1950 Jim and Ted Aylan-Parker Jean (Alexander) Aylan-Parker 1955 ? & Willie Leggatt 1964 NEXT PAGE

Houses of Tadoussac Barn The Barn has a long history, it is about 150 years old! Built shortly after the main Rhodes house in the 1870's, the Barn has been Kitchen, Scullery, IceHouse, Maid's Quarters, Chicken Coop, and Summer Cottage! Text & Photos Reilley Cottage Built in 1922 by Dr James and Nonie Stevenson, parents of the 3 Stevenson sisters. Text & Photos

PREVIOUS Cap à Jack on the Saguenay River 1911-1935 NEXT PAGE Cap à Jack was a cabin built by Dean Lewis Evans in about 1911. He was a keen fisherman, and he could be closer to his favorite spots early in the morning and in the evening, when the fish are biting. There were many visitors and activities. A cabin to go to from the cottage in Tadoussac! Cap à Jack était une cabane construite par Dean Lewis Evans environ 1911. Il était un pêcheur passionné, et il pourrait être plus proche de ses endroits préférés tôt dans la matinée et en soirée, lorsque le poisson mord. Il y avait de nombreux visiteurs et activités. Une cabine pour aller partir du chalet à Tadoussac! Where was it? Cap à Jacques is the rocky point just below St Etienne, about 9 miles up the Saguenay from Tadoussac. Où était-il? Cap à Jacques est la pointe rocheuse juste en dessous de St Etienne, environ 9 miles de Tadoussac sur la rivière Saguenay. How did they get there? The "Minota" Emily and Lewis Evans and their son Lewis Evans, my father, about 1917 Comment sont-ils arrivés? Le «Minota" Emily et Lewis Evans et leur fils Lewis Evans, mon père, environ 1917 Coming ashore below the cabin in 1912, and today Venant à la rivage au-dessous de la cabine en 1912, et aujourd'hui The Bathing Pool is small natural pool with rocks at the entrance, only accessible by boat at high tide. Recently visited by 'Webbling'! Le bassin de baignade est petite bassin naturel avec des rochers à l'entrée, uniquement accessible par bateau à marée haute. récemment visitée par 'Webbling'! Emily (Bethune) Evans 1913 - some guests, and R Lewis Evans, age 2, and his father Dean Lewis Evans, age 67 Emily (Bethune) Evans and Dean Lewis Evans Lennox Williams, Sydney Williams, and Willie Rhodes, my mother's grandfather le grand-père de ma mère Tea at Cap à Jack, the Dean, and the other fellow is Hal Bethune R Lewis Evans and Cecily Larratt Smith Aunt Vera Bethune, Aunt Marion Bethune, Dad - Dean Lewis Evans, Marjorie Gagnon Emily (Bethune) Evans Dean Lewis Evans died in 1919 at the age of 74 ​ Dean Lewis Evans est mort en 1919 à l'âge de 74 ans circa 1926, R Lewis Evans with his gun, May Carrington Smith, Nan Gale, Ann (Dewart) Stevenson, Maggie(Reilley) Smut the dog, Emily (Bethune) Evans, Kae Evans, the Stevenson sisters, Elizabeth (O'Neill) (note camera), Maggie (Reilley), Ann (Dewart), May Carrington Smith, Nan Gale The Stevenson sisters, Elizabeth (O'Neill), Ann (Dewart), Maggie (Reilley) Kae Evans Marjorique and Basil Evans with fishing gear 43 Cap à Jack was dismantled in about 1935 Cap à Jack a été démantelé environ 1935 NEXT PAGE

Powel,Julia Back to ALL Bios ​ Julia Powell – 1851 - 1904 (some notes about her from Godfrey Rhodes Diary) Julia DeVeaux Powel Peters was born in 1851, in Pennsylvania, to Robert Hare Powel and Amy Smedley Powel. Her family lived in Philadelphia and spent time in Quebec City and during the summer, in Tadoussac. Julia’s father was a good friend of William Rhodes and Willis Russel and he built the house that later became the Baileys’. Julia was the same age as Godfrey and William Rhodes and William Russell, and they spent some happy years growing up together. Their family houses in Tadoussac were in a row next to each other. Julia was very popular and outgoing. The boys led an active outdoor life boating and fishing and she would join them, rowing up the Saguenay and sometimes camping overnight at St Etienne. The girls had their own tent. In the evenings when the young gathered at the Powel’s or Russel’s houses for dancing and singing, Julia was featured doing waltzes, gallops and the “jig” with the group. At a Grand Concert and Charade held at the Hotel on July 22, 1870, Julia was one of the performers along with Godfrey Rhodes, Jim Gordon and Pete Meredith. Julia was actively involved with the Tadoussac Chapel and sang in the choir on Sunday’s with Godfrey and Willie. When her family were in Quebec City she joined in the social life of parties and teas, came for dinner at Cataraqui and played cards in the evenings with the Rhodes, and Russells. One day, according to Godfrey, “she drove the cart like a bird and broke a shaft, jamming it at St. John’s Gate”. Julia married Samuel Winslow Miller Peters from Virginia in 1874. They had 2 daughters.

Smith, Lex Carington Back to ALL Bios ​ Alexander Harcourt Carington Smith 1895-1975 & Mary Isabelle (Atkinson) 1911 - 1984 Lex, as he was known, was born in Quebec City in 1895 and was the eldest son of Robert Harcourt Smith and Mary Valliere (Gunn). He had two younger brothers, Gordon and Guy. He was educated at Bishop’s College School in Lennoxville, Quebec. In 1931 he married Mary Isabelle Atkinson in Levis, Quebec and they lived for many years on Pine Avenue in Quebec. He and Mary had one daughter, Susan, born in 1942. During World War II, Lex and Mary cared for two refugee children from England, Richard, and Elizabeth. They returned to their family in London after the war but the two families remained in touch for many years. Mary was a talented knitter and a superb home chef as well as a community volunteer, especially with the Women’s Auxiliary, and during the war, she even learned auto mechanics! Lex was an importer and manufacturer’s agent of fishing and camping supplies. He was a keen outdoorsman and fisherman who tied his own flies. He was never happier than fishing at the Sainte Marguerite River with Uncle Art and his two brothers. Lex and Mary purchased Bayview Cottage (now owned by the Stairs family) and it became known to the family as the fun place to be in Tadoussac. Mary was the most gracious hostess. Serving dinner to ten or fifteen family and friends was not unusual. They were great friends with Micheline Caron and George Kenilworth Craig who often stayed with Lex and Mary in the summer. Lex was a long-time member of the Garrison Club in Quebec City and died there in 1975. The last years of Mary’s life were spent living with her daughter Susan and her husband Keith Robbins in and around Guelph, Ontario. Lex and Mary are buried in Mount Hermon Cemetery in Quebec City. Eve Wickwire

Evans, Cyril Lewis Back to ALL Bios ​ Cyril Lewis Evans 1882 - 1887 There is a small window in the back wall of the chapel that is dedicated to the memory of Cyril Lewis Evans, who died of hydrocephalus at the age of five. It is hard to imagine how that tragedy played out, the little boy dying in 1887. Hydrocephalus (sometimes called water on the brain) can cause brain damage as a result of the fluid buildup. This can lead to developmental, physical, and intellectual impairments. It requires treatment to prevent serious complications. It is caused by Cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) which flows through the brain and spinal cord in normal conditions. Under certain conditions, the amount of this fluid in the brain increases if there is a blockage that prevents it from flowing normally, or there is a decrease in the ability of blood vessels to absorb it, or if the brain produces an excess amount of it. Too much of this fluid puts the brain under too much pressure. This pressure can cause brain swelling, which can damage brain tissue. (Facts from: Healthline.com) In the 1880s treatment for this condition was in its infancy, so it must have been a very difficult time for Cyril and his family. Alan Evans

Powel,Julia Back to ALL Bios ​ Julia Powell – 1851 - 1904 (some notes about her from Godfrey Rhodes Diary) Julia DeVeaux Powel Peters was born in 1851, in Pennsylvania, to Robert Hare Powel and Amy Smedley Powel. Her family lived in Philadelphia and spent time in Quebec City and during the summer, in Tadoussac. Julia’s father was a good friend of William Rhodes and Willis Russel and he built the house that later became the Baileys’. Julia was the same age as Godfrey and William Rhodes and William Russell, and they spent some happy years growing up together. Their family houses in Tadoussac were in a row next to each other. Julia was very popular and outgoing. The boys led an active outdoor life boating and fishing and she would join them, rowing up the Saguenay and sometimes camping overnight at St Etienne. The girls had their own tent. In the evenings when the young gathered at the Powel’s or Russel’s houses for dancing and singing, Julia was featured doing waltzes, gallops and the “jig” with the group. At a Grand Concert and Charade held at the Hotel on July 22, 1870, Julia was one of the performers along with Godfrey Rhodes, Jim Gordon and Pete Meredith. Julia was actively involved with the Tadoussac Chapel and sang in the choir on Sunday’s with Godfrey and Willie. When her family were in Quebec City she joined in the social life of parties and teas, came for dinner at Cataraqui and played cards in the evenings with the Rhodes, and Russells. One day, according to Godfrey, “she drove the cart like a bird and broke a shaft, jamming it at St. John’s Gate”. Julia married Samuel Winslow Miller Peters from Virginia in 1874. They had 2 daughters.

Dobson, Marion Sarah (Smith) Back to ALL Bios ​ Marion Sarah (Smith) Dobson 1907 - 1992 Marion, or Mally as she was called in Canada, was born in 1907 in Montreal. Her parents were George Carington Smith and Winifred Dawes Smith and she had one sister, Pixie, above. She grew up on Dorchester Ave. in Montreal and attended King’s Hall, Compton. Her summers were spent in Tadoussac with her many Smith and Price cousins. In 1929, in Montreal, she married Benjamin Arthur Palin Dobson and moved to Heaton Lodge, Bolton, Lancashire in England. She would live the rest of her life in England but made frequent visits to Canada and particularly Tadoussac. She and Ben had three sons. Bob was born in 1931, Chris in 1936, and Andrew in 1942. She had five grandchildren, Richard, Caroline, Jonathan, Nick, and Alexandra (Alex). After Ben’s death in 1962, Marion continued to live in their family home, Whitestock, in the Lake District. Their son Bob took over the family home in the late 1970s or early 1980s and Marion moved to a cottage in the Cotswolds to be near Chris and his wife Pen. In 1982, she moved into a cottage on Chris and Pen’s property and was there until her death in 1992. Marion was smart and interested in everything, especially anything political. She was very politically astute. She rose up the ranks of the Conservative Party and eventually became Chair of the Northwest area of England. This was a huge volunteer job for which she was awarded the Order of the British Empire (OBE) in 1960 for “Political Services.” Her interest in, and knowledge of, politics never waned. She was also a volunteer for the Bolton Nursing Association, the Royal College of Nursing, and the Bolton Hostel Committee. To quote her daughter-in-law, Pen, “She was a wonderful, loving, caring woman.” Pen Dobson