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Williams, Lennox Back to ALL Bios ​ Caroline Anne (Nan) Rhodes Williams 1861 – 1937 & Bishop Lennox Williams, DD 1859 – 1958 Lennox Williams was born in 1859, in Chapman House at Bishop’s College School located in Lennoxville, Quebec. His father, James Williams, was the fourth bishop of Quebec and he was born in Aberystwyth, Wales. His mother was Anna Maria Waldron and she was born in 1821. Lennox attended BCS as a boy and eventually became Head Prefect. He would often regale future generations of BCS family members with tales of experiences at the school and in particular his time as Head Prefect. Lennox studied theology at St. John’s College, Oxford, and rowed for the college. His oar, with the names of the team members, still hangs on the wall of his cottage, Brynhyfryd, in Tadoussac. Lennox was ordained in 1885 and his first post was St Matthew’s, Quebec. After this, he attained the positions of Rector, Rural Dean, and Dean of Montreal before finally being made the sixth bishop of Quebec in 1915. While Dean of Quebec, Lennox visited the villages on the north shore of the St Lawrence to provide pastoral services. He would often travel in the summers to participate in confirmations throughout the region. Later in his life, he took services at the Protestant chapel in Tadoussac. Caroline Anne (Nan) Rhodes Williams was the seventh child of Col. William Rhodes and Anne Catherine Dunn. She was born in Sillery, Quebec in 1861. Her family called her “Annie” but to her children she was known as “Nan”. The ages of her brothers and sisters were spread over almost twenty years, yet they grew up actively engaged with each other. Armitage, her eldest brother, made her a big snow house; Godfrey took her and her sister Minnie skating and sliding. They all spent summers in Tadoussac together, Nan with her dog Tiney. She and her brother Godfrey frequently “apple-pied” all the beds, causing bedlam in the house. Growing up at Benmore the family home in Sillery, she was surrounded by an endless collection of birds and animals - geese, chickens, bantams, rabbits, guinea pigs, ducks and ponies, and even beehives. All were welcome inhabitants of her family’s farm. Her brothers, Godfrey and Willy procured a bear cub and had a pole for it to climb. The family meals often included caribou and rabbit meat from her father’s hunting trips. Croquet was a favourite family game on the lawn. In winter, Nan and her sister Minnie travelled by sleigh through the deep snow to their lessons at dancing school. Nan was a lively young girl who always loved jokes. Her father described her as “full of play”. Nan became engaged to Lennox when he was at St. Michael’s Anglican Church in Sillery. She and Lennox Williams were married there in 1887. Her sister Gerty and her best friend Violet Montizambert were her bridesmaids. Their first child, James, was born in 1888, followed by Mary (Wallace) in 1890, Gertrude (Alexander) in 1894, and Sydney Williams in 1899. As their children were growing up in Quebec, Lennox served at St. Michael’s. His work always involved people and when he became Dean, and later Bishop of Quebec, his duties extended over the vast geography of the Quebec Diocese. Assisting him in his work brought Nan in contact with the many different people in the city and the province, some of whom would go overseas to serve in the South African (Boer) War, World War 1, and World War II. The winter of 1913-14 in Quebec was the last carefree time before World War I began. Nan always welcomed her children’s friends around the Deanery for supper or tea. According to one of her future sons-in-law, “On some evenings it was quite amusing. The Dean and Mrs Williams sat in his study, Jim Williams and Evelyn Meredith sat in an upstairs sitting room, Mary Williams and Jack Wallace in the drawing room, and Gertrude and Ronald Alexander in the dining room. Mrs Williams was a very understanding person.” This was still the age of chaperones. Before going overseas, Jim and Evelyn were married, and both enjoyed summers in Tadoussac with the family at Brynhyfryd. The war also brought devastation for the Williams family as it did for so many families of that generation. James, the eldest son, who had also attended Oxford University, was commissioned into the Canadian Army shortly after the war began. He served valiantly as an officer but was killed at the battle of the Somme in 1916. Lennox was devastated by the loss of his son and many said he was never the same after. Each summer Lennox would read the lesson about King David’s son, Absalom, who was killed in battle and many of the congregation felt that Lennox was lamenting his own son’s death. It was in November 1916, that Nan received the news that her son Jim was killed, and two months later in January 1917, she and Lennox, accompanied by their daughters, Mary and Gertrude, sailed to England. Mary went to see Jack Wallace, Jim’s best friend, and Gertrude was to be married to Ronald Alexander (who was serving with the Victoria Rifles). The wedding took place on February 19, 1917, with Mary participating as a bridesmaid. They stayed in London at Queen Anne’s Mansions and remained there until April. After the War, Nan and Lennox continued their active life together as Lennox had been consecrated as Bishop of Quebec in 1915. The Rhodes family house in Tadoussac, built in 1860, had been left to Nan. It burnt down in 1932 and was rebuilt the next year. Brynhyfryd remains in Nan’s family today. When Lennox retired in 1934, they had more time to spend in Tadoussac and ten grandchildren to enjoy it with them. One day, walking to town with one of her ten grandchildren, Nan discovered that her grandchild had lifted a bit of candy from Pierre Cid’s general store. She marched her back to return it and to apologize. To one of her grandchildren “Granny was always game for some fun and she had lots of energy.” Nan loved to be out rowing the boats and like others her age, she swam regularly in the refreshing saltwater of the bay. On June 30, 1937, she climbed up the path from the beach and, reaching the house feeling a bit tired, she took a rest. Nan died suddenly later that evening. Lennox’s favourite book was Alice in Wonderland, which he would often quote to his grandchildren. His grandchildren also had many fond memories of their time with Lennox in Tadoussac. Every morning at eight am the entire family would meet outside the dining room for prayers with everyone on their knees. Meals were served on time and exemplary manners were expected (elbows off the table). Afternoons were spent smoking his pipe or perhaps on special occasions a cigar, under the trees on the edge of the bank at Brynhyfryd with his white (Samoyed) dog Kara. Evenings were spent playing card games like Old Maid or Bridge with his children and grandchildren. He remained a great athlete and enjoyed tennis and golf into his old age. Eventually, in his nineties, he was slowed a little and transitioned from the golf course to the putting green at the hotel for his activity. Lennox died in Tadoussac in his 100th year on the 8th of July, 1958. The Lychgate at the Protestant chapel in Tadoussac (roofed gateway at the entrance of the chapel) was donated by the congregation in his memory. Kevin Webster

Dale, Henry & daughter Katrine Back to ALL Bios We just have a start here. We need more information. Henry Dale 1849 - 1910 & daughter Katrine Dale 1888 - 1905 Henry Dale was an American, born in Philadelphia, the son of Gerald Fitzgerald Dale (1816 – 1886) and a direct descendant of Governor Dale of Delaware. His mother was Elizabeth (Sparhawk) Dale (1820 – 1907). Henry married Elizabeth Ramsen Keroy and became the third owner of Dufferin House which he referred to as The Cottage. His gardens were above the house where the school now stands, and probably the stables were there also. He also owned land extending from the eastern boundary of Dwight Park out to Pointe Rouge, much of which is now known as Languedoc Park. (The stone gate in front of the Evans’ Windward Cottage was the original entrance to Dwight Park which extended up the hill to Languedoc Park.) The road into the park opposite the farm was known as Dale Road. Henry Dale had a carriage road going down to Pointe Rouge where, with horse and carriage, he is said to have circled the ‘fairy circle’ each morning and returned home for breakfast. While Henry owned the park, he planted alder bushes to prevent erosion and to provide shelter for other seedlings. After the tragic death of their daughter, Katrine, at age seventeen in 1905, the Dales stopped coming to Tadoussac and in 1911, a year after Henry’s death, his estate sold Dufferin House to Robert Harcourt Carington Smith. In 1920 Mrs Dale sold the land above Pointe Rouge for $1,400 to Erie Russell Janes (wife of George de Guerry Languedoc) who designed and built Amberley, the cottage later purchased by Adelaide Gomer of Ithaca, New York. Henry Dale died in Poughkeepsie, N.Y. in 1910. He was described in his obituary as a Philadelphia and New York businessman. He belonged to the Aldine and Lawyers’ Club of New York and of the Union League Club of Philadelphia. He died at his home which was called The Hemlocks. Alan Evans Sources: Obituary The Sands of Summer by Benny Beattie From Ainslie: Katrine Livingston Dale – Henry Dale’s daughter? Not his wife, she was Elizabeth Ramsen Keroy Dale. Dale’s Parents – Gerald F Dale 1816 – 1886 Elizabeth Sparhawk Dale 1820 – 1907 Daughter died at the age of 17 in 1905 Henry Dale born in Pennsylvania, - 1849 – 1911 62 years old Dale’s Siblings - Elizabeth Dale Wilson – 1845 – 1886 41 Gerald Fitzgerald Dale - 1846 – 1886 40 Chalmers Dale – 1853 – 1907 54 Alan Evans & Susie Bruemmer

Goodings, Allen Back to ALL Bios ​ The Right Reverend Allen Goodings 1925- 1992 In 1964, the Reverend Allen Goodings enquired at the Diocesan office in Montreal about the possibility of becoming a locum over the summer months. Advised that nothing was vacant, the secretary put forward his name should a placement become available. Early in July, he unexpectedly received a phone call asking if he would be interested in presiding over services at the Tadoussac Protestant chapel the following month. Neither he nor his wife Joanne knew much about where they were headed but a few weeks later a trunk was loaded onto a CSL steamship, and with their car packed to the roof, the family set off on an adventure that was to be repeated almost yearly for the next two decades. Allen Goodings was born on May 7, 1925 in Barrow-in-Furness, Lancashire, England. The second of three children, he was born into a shipbuilding family. His father Thomas was in the employ of His Majesty’s Colonial Service in the protectorate of Nigeria overseeing the building of steam ships, and Allen followed his older brother Goff into an apprenticeship at Vickers Armstrongs shipyard in Barrow. He furthered his craft at Barrow Technical College and though he would rather be playing sports than studying, he eventually graduated as an engineer draughtsman. Allen, a passionate sportsman, was selected to play rugby for Lancashire County at Wembley stadium in London. He had the prospect of a professional rugby career at that time, but chose to follow another path. On March 29, 1952, Allen sailed from Liverpool to begin a position with Vickers Armstrongs Shipbuilders, Ltd. in Montreal. Being a gregarious man, he set about building a life in Canada, but gradually came to realize that he was being pulled towards another vocation. In the fall of 1952, he began a Bachelor of Arts degree at Sir George Williams College. The following year, he also began a Bachelor of Divinity at the Diocesan Theological College of McGill University. In the spring of 1959, he graduated with a degree from both universities and was ordained in December. He married Joanne Talbot of Grand Valley, Ontario, on October 26 that same year, they went on to have two children, Suzanne and Thomas, shortly thereafter. Over the next ten years, Allen served three parishes in the Anglican Diocese of Montreal and was chaplain to the Grenadier Guards from 1966 to 1969. His love of rugby never far behind, he and a group of players from the Westmount club played for Canada in the annual Bermuda Rugby Week. He was later a member of Montreal Barbarians Rugger Club. In the fall of 1969, he became Dean of the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity, Quebec City. On October 31, 1977, Allen was installed as the 10th Bishop of the Diocese of Quebec and served until he resigned his See in 1991. He and his wife Joanne retired to the Ottawa area the same year, where he became assistant bishop of Ottawa and served until his death on December 15, 1992. Tadoussac became Allen’s spiritual home, a place where he made lifelong friends, and lasting memories. An avid fell walker in his youth, he loved nothing more than to set off on a long ramble. He spent many happy afternoons on the tennis court, and loved family picnics on Pointe Rouge communing with belugas and basking on the rocks. Allen requested that his ashes be scattered on the Saguenay River. This was done on a foggy morning in May 1992, as a whale surfaced to accompany the sailboat. Joanne Goodings

Smith, Constance Isobel Carington (Price) Back to ALL Bios ​ Constance Isobel Price 1908 – 1944 “Iso” was born on July 29, 1908 in Buenos Aires, Argentina to her father, Henry Edward Price (39) and to her mother Helen Muriel Gilmour (29). Being born into the Price family meant she had many siblings and cousins. Her siblings included: • William Gilmour – born, December 7, 1910 in Quebec City, Quebec. • James Cuthbert – born, September 17, 1912 • Sheila Hope – born, August 30, 1914 in Quebec City, Quebec. • Henry Edward (Ted) Clifford – born, December 23, 1916 in Quebec City, Quebec. • Llewellyn Evan – born, July 20, 1919 • Barbara Joan – born, November 14, 1921 in Quebec City, Quebec. During her young life, Iso saw the passing of her younger sister Barbara Joan at the age of 3 in 1924, her brother Gilmour in 1940 at the age of 30, Evan in 1944 at the age of 25. Despite this, the family grew up close in the English section of Quebec City. At the age of 23 on April 27, 1932 Isobel married Lt. Col. R. Guy C. Smith in her hometown of Quebec City. They had three children during their marriage. • Valliere Ann – born, July 30, 1933 in Buenos Aires, Argentina • Susan Pamela – born, May 23, 1935 in Buenos Aires, Argentina • Penelope Joan – born, May 20, 1939 in Rye, NY Sadly, Iso passed away at the young age of 36 on November 19, 1944 in Ottawa, Ontario. Constance Isobel Smith is buried at the Mount Hermon Cemetery, 1801 Chemin Saint-Louis, Sillery, Quebec, Quebec Michael McCarter

Glassco, Willa (Price) Back to ALL Bios ​ Willa Glassco 1902- 1991 Florence Blanche Willa Price, a much longed-for daughter, was born on a hot 24th of August in 1902 in her parent’s home at #575 Grand Allée in Quebec City. Her birth would have been celebrated by her older brothers Jack, Coosie, and Charlie, and her parents, Sir William and Lady Amelia Blanche (Nee Carrington-Smith). A fair-skinned red-head, Willa was as comfortable wrestling with her brothers and climbing trees as she was learning the arts of the fairer sex. She loved to dance and sing by her father’s side at the piano and there was much music in the ever-expanding family. By the time she was 4, the family was completed by Dick and her sister Jean. At only 6, a bout of Scarlet Fever left Willa quite deaf, and turned this rambunctious child timid. Summers were spent in Tadoussac where her mother had insisted Sir William turn what had been a bawdy boarding house for his Price Brothers’ managers into a family retreat. After extensive renovations, Fletcher cottage became the club house for the six Price children and their raft of cousins and friends. Governesses would be charged with organising picnics and hikes and swimming, boating, and fishing trips. Meals would be simply prepared and served to the children on the porch on the northeast side of the house with the children sleeping in bunks in the open porch above. There are names still in evidence, carved into the cedar shingles on the outside of the porch. Lady Price and her friends would play bridge, tennis, golf, go to church, have costume parties and cocktail parties. The summers were long. From May to the end of September and they would travel up on the steamer from Quebec with trunks and staff. Willa’s education in Quebec would have been in English, Victorian in tone, and with little expectation of her going to college or university. She, along with many of her peers at eighteen, was sent to England to be presented at court to King George V and Queen Mary and then enjoyed a leisurely tour of Europe and all its sites. At age 22, tragedy struck the family. Sir William, her much loved father, was killed in a landslide in Kenogami. It changed everything for her siblings and mother and Willa dedicated herself to the care of her mother. At 25, Willa met and married Grant Glassco, a promising young businessman from Winnipeg who had just begun his career as a chartered accountant, and they settled in Forest Hill in Toronto. They went on to have four children, June, Gay, Dick, and Bill with Willa insisting she return to Quebec for each pregnancy to have her care and delivery at her mother’s house. And then, like her mother before her, she brought her family every summer to Tadoussac. Tennis, golf, church, picnics, swims. After the second world war, Grant and Willa purchased a working farm near Kleinberg, just north of Toronto, and the family spent weekends there, where driving a tractor was as important a skill as any in this family. Willa was involved in her communities and church, forming long attachments to her neighbours. She was a woman who had fierce, loyal friendships that lasted her long life. These she had at the farm, in town, and in Tadoussac. Up until her last year, when in Tadoussac she would always make a point to go and have tea with her brother Coosie, her cousins, and her many childhood friends still living in the village. Her French was perfectly tuned to the familiar Tadoussac dialect. Grant and Willa had help at home, bringing Eva Drain into the family in the 1950s. Eva, an orphan, had come to Canada from London’s East End as a Bernardos baby, starting her employment at age 8 with her brother at a Montreal match factory. After serving as a maid with the Reverend Scott, she started with Willa and Grant and stayed with Willa all her life. Eva was devoted to the whole family and as grandchildren we have many memories of Eva, the devout storyteller and dog lover who was so much a part of our family. Willa beamed. Her smile was infectious and she often threw her head back laughing. She could control her brood and twenty grandchildren with a firm hand but she was more at home being the optimist with an insatiable sense of adventure. She was an avid traveller, she and Grant travelling and living in Brazil in their 40s and 50s where he had business interests. She loved the theatre and when her youngest son, Billy, a theatre director, started Tarragon Theatre in Toronto she proudly attended every performance, no matter how scandalous the plays might be. Grant contracted lung cancer and died at only 63, leaving Willa a widow for the next twenty-three years. She experienced a sort of renaissance. Released from her domestic duties she travelled to England to visit her sister, Jean and family, she spent months in Tadoussac and up at the farm. She dated a number of very charming gentlemen and spent time with friends. She would hold a yearly picnic at the farm for the Canadian Hearing society, a charity she was active in all her life. The family would be wrangled into putting on a massive spread as families of the hard of hearing would converge for an annual outdoor gathering that was the highlight of the season. Willa was always up for an adventure, for a dance, she wrote in her journal every day and recounts a life that was truly well spent. She tragically died driving back from the farm just days after her 89th birthday. She went through a stop sign. She surely had another good decade in her at least and it was a blow to everyone when she left. She was warm, loving, and attentive. Intelligent and curious. She had a very strong sense of right or wrong and believed the best in people. Though tiny in stature and frame she could hug the breath out of a grown grandson. She is missed. Briony Glassco

Stevenson, Florence Louisa Maude "Nonie" (Russell) & Dr James Back to ALL Bios ​ Florence Louisa Maude “Nonie” Russell and Dr. James Scarth Stevenson (1877-1940) (1878-1957) Florence Louisa Maude Russell (b. 1877) was born in Quebec, the daughter of William Edward Russell and Fanny Eliza Pope and granddaughter of Willis Russell. When she was sixteen, she went to Montreal, ostensibly to visit Trevor Evans' family (he was an old beau from Tadoussac days) but instead falsified her age and enrolled as a student nurse at the Montreal General Hospital. By her own admission, her course marks were never very good, but she was tops when it came to work on the wards. Tall, strong, and energetic, she did twelve hour shifts and often twenty-four. It was while she was at the M.G.H. that she met her future husband, James Stevenson, who was at McGill University studying medicine. Upon graduation she returned to Quebec as Night Supervisor at the Jeffrey Hale Hospital, and James Stevenson followed her there as Surgical Resident. They married in the summer of 1905. As Ann Stevenson describes her father, “Dr. Stevenson was born in Montreal in February 1878, youngest son of Pillans Scarth Stevenson and Annie Story Harris. The Stevensons had come out from Leith, Scotland, where they were ship owners, settling near Ottawa after the Napoleonic wars. They were a large family but we have lost touch with all except the Scarth connection. Dad's mother was a Harris from a Boston family who had married into the LeBrun de Duplessis-Charles family and settled in Montreal. According to Dad's own account he looked like a bad orange when he was born and was not expected to live, so they baptized him in water from the Jordan and gave him the name of his older half-brother. I guess being Scots, they didn't see any point in wasting a good name on someone who was going to die anyway. He fooled them all and lived to be eighty. People would say, ‘Dear Dr. Stevenson, he looks so thin,’ and they would load him down with fresh vegetables and jam. This treatment always annoyed Mum, who with her fresh complexion looked the picture of health, but ached all over. Mum [‘Nonie’ Russell] was a completely uninhibited person, especially for a Victorian woman. Her father had taught them all that it was far better to talk about a thing or do it than to keep it inside and stew about it. The old Montreal General Hospital bordered the red light district, and Mum used to lean out the window of the nurses' residence and jeer at the men going in and out of the brothels. Yet one of her cherished possessions was a silver thermometer case, a gift from a sick prostitute she had nursed. Another time at her class banquet, she appeared nude with a chamber pot in one hand filled with roses from which, much to the surprise of her classmates, she danced about the room distributing them to each. She loved double entendres and dirty jokes. Life to her was full of ridiculous situations. She loved laughter, bright lights, sweet music, fine furniture and silver, and good food. Reading, other than light novels, was beyond her interest, nor did she do any handiwork or sewing, having lost the sight of one eye during a pregnancy, although as a girl she had shown considerable talent with oils. When she hated, she hated with every fiber of her being. When she loved, it was total. There were no half measures in anything she did. If a project didn't turn out, she kept at it until it did. In spite of her love of life, she was subject to frequent bouts of depression. She once bought a gloomy-looking Scottie, because she wanted a pet that looked worse than she felt. Dark days depressed her, death frightened her, and thunderstorms terrified her. Then she would pace the floor wringing her hands and shrieking at every bolt. (The house at Tadoussac had been struck when she was a child, and she had been knocked unconscious). She attended church at the Cathedral quite regularly until she took issue with the Dean over a sermon he preached on the text, ‘Think well of thyself,’ and we all transferred to St. Matthew's. She didn't return to the Cathedral until the Dean moved on up the line and became Bishop somewhere. Her Anglicanism didn't prevent her from having a few miraculous medals or making offerings to St. Anthony to help her find lost trinkets. She loved to shock the clergy with her outspoken comments. Once when the Rector who had been invited to lunch was a bit slow in coming downstairs from washing his hands, she called up to him, ‘Brother Jones, have you fallen down the W.C. ?’ A faint cry came from the upper floor, ‘No, but I've locked myself in and can't get out!’ Dad [Dr. Stevenson] had to stand on the bathtub and help the poor man out through the ventilator window. Later, Mum became converted by the Oxford Group evangelists, and, for a few months, there was marital peace because Dad also joined — for a time. However, Mum had no interest in theology. Compassion was her religion. We were taught to pick flowers and take them to the old people at St. Bridget's Home across the street, as we, too, might be old and lonely someday. As a child, I would be sent on the streetcar to take a hot casserole to a destitute widow. Unfortunately, I was also sent on the same streetcar to bring home a bottle of straight alcohol which she kept hidden in her bureau drawer and imbibed secretly at bedtime. (This was before the days of sleeping pills and tranquilizers.) It was also my task to dispose of the empties over the fence of the nearest vacant lot. During this time she was very unhappy, and she and Dad fought bitterly until the small hours of the morning. Everything Dad did annoyed her, and she didn't hesitate to tell him so. He, in turn, retreated more and more into his books. It was an unhappy time for all of us. Mum [‘Nonie’ Russell] was a fabulous cook and fed anyone and everyone who came in her door. Her strong, beautifully shaped hands with their turned back-thumbs were quick and sure with her baking. We never had anything but puff pastry - tender, golden, flaky puffs filled with wild- strawberry jam or lemon meringue. She fought a continuous, losing battle with her weight, because she had to sample everything to see if it was up to standard. She would hold a piece of cake to her ear and press it lightly to ‘hear if it had enough eggs in it.’ The farmer was urged to set the centrifuge on the cream separator so that the cream would be thick enough to spoon, not pour. Crusty bread, rich cakes, suet puddings, sucre à la crème , and huge roasts issued from the kitchen with joyous profusion, to be devoured by our boy-friends, who enjoyed her company as much as ours. Because of her weight problem, she walked miles each day in all weather and for a while took up curling when walking in the winter was too difficult. In later years Mum's [Nonie’s]health began to deteriorate. The long hours on her feet, cooking, walking, and working collapsed her arches and she suffered from prolonged and frequent bouts of phlebitis and varicose veins, and probably arthritis. Once a month, Toby Berridge, the gentle West Indian foot doctor, came to tend her painful feet with his velvety black hands. Together they would discuss the vicissitudes of life. ‘What do you do, Toby, when life gets hard?’ ‘I goes to bed and I covers my head.’ At her funeral Toby stood on the steps of the Cathedral, tears pouring down his face. He had sensed her real interest in him and his problems and mourned the passing of a compassionate friend. Her heart, worn out by work and the intensity of her emotions, began to fibrillate, and for three years she was too weak to leave her bed. Late in January, 1940, I arrived unexpectedly in Quebec to visit her in the hospital. Though no one had told her I was coming, she said to the nurse, ‘Is Ann here yet? Will Elizabeth get here in time?’ They thought her mind was wandering, as it so often had during her illness. While I was with her, she saw the Methodist pastor pass her door and wanted to have him come in, but I was too embarrassed to go after him, and so I delayed until he was out of sight. Somehow, she who had seen so many people die, knew when her own time had come. She died that night. As the years pass, I can begin to see Mummy [‘Nonie’ Russell] in better perspective. For a person such as she was, one needs this distance to appreciate her personality. I owe her my life twice over. She not only bore me, but when the doctors despaired of my life and wanted to let me slip into oblivion, she importuned the Lord on my behalf and shamed the doctors into trying to revive me. Much to their surprise, but not hers, I lived. Having won me back at such cost, preserving that life became her major concern, and finally an obsession. She never did anything by halves.” Brian Dewart (with excerpts from Ann Stevenson Dewart’s writings)

Tremblay, Pierre Back to ALL Bios ​ PIERRE TREMBLAY 1926 - 1991 Pierre Tremblay est né à Tadoussac le 18 janvier 1926. Il était le quatrième d’une fratrie de cinq enfants. Sa mère Blanche Gauthier avait acquis la Maison Tremblay en héritage de sa mère Sarah Jourdain. Blanche Gauthier a épousé Armand Tremblay. Pierre a vécu toute sa vie à Tadoussac. Dès son adolescence il a commencé à travailler pour M. Hector Gauthier qui était à l’époque le «Caretaker» des cottages des estivants anglophones. Durant ses années à l’emploi de M. Gauthier, Pierre Tremblay a occupé pendant plusieurs années le poste de «Maître du quai» de la baie de Tadoussac. C’est vers l’année 1973 que Pierre Tremblay a succédé à M. Hector Gauthier pour devenir le nouveau «Caretaker» des cottages. Pierre Tremblay s’est marié en 1966 avec Thérèse Ouellet. La Maison Tremblay a été, grâce à eux, pendant des décennies, un lieu de vacances et de retrouvailles pour tous les membres de la famille Tremblay. Ils n’ont pas eu d’enfants. Par contre, ils ont toujours accordé leur hospitalité aux enfants de ses frères et plus particulièrement à ceux de son frère Maurice, capitaine sur les traversiers entre Tadoussac et Baie Ste-Catherine. Ce dernier était un artiste dans l’âme avec des talents de sculpteur et d’ébéniste. On lui doit quelques sculptures toujours en place à l’église Ste-Croix. Maurice est décédé subitement en 1975. Pierre Tremblay adorait les chiens. Quelques fois c’était deux chiens qui l’accompagnaient lors de ses visites aux cottages. Avec son épouse Thérèse, ils prenaient grand soin de la Maison Tremblay et du jardin fleuri tout autour de la maison. Pierre Tremblay a également agi pendant plusieurs années comme sacristain à la chapelle anglicane. Il a également siégé comme marguiller pour la Fabrique Ste-Croix de Tadoussac et il a réalisé pour l’église de nombreux arrangements décoratifs lors des fêtes dominicales. Pierre Tremblay possédait des talents remarquables dans une foule de domaines. Des talents bien souvent innés mais qui ont su se perfectionner au fil de son expérience de travail. Il était un ébéniste, un charpentier et un réparateur de tous les types de problèmes que pouvaient exister dans une maison. Il fournissait en bois de chauffage les cottages des estivants, les ouvrait au printemps et les fermait à l’automne. Il les entretenait et les réparait selon les désirs de leurs propriétaires. Il était dévoué et apprécié de tous. Il a même construit la maison sise au 3 de la rue des Petites Franciscaines. Après avoir rempli des obligations le dimanche, tant à la chapelle Anglicane qu’à l’églises Ste-Croix, Pierre Tremblay aimait se reposer sur la galerie de la Maison Tremblay. Il répondait avec enthousiasme aux salutations des passants sur la rue Bord-de-l’eau. Pierre avait un excellent sens de l’humour. Il aimait les bonnes discussions agrémentées d’un petit gin! Pierre Tremblay est décédé alors qu’il était encore jeune à l’âge de 65 ans en 1991. Il a créé un grand vide dans la vie de tous ses neveux et nièces de la famille Tremblay, dont Louis et Tina qui habitent à Tadoussac. Son épouse Thérèse l’a rejoint en 2019. Rédigé par Robert Tremblay, neveu de Pierre Tremblay Le 1er juillet 2021. PIERRE TREMBLAY 1926 - 1991 Pierre Tremblay was born in Tadoussac on January 18, 1926. He was the fourth in a family of five children. His mother Blanche Gauthier had acquired Maison Tremblay as an inheritance from his mother Sarah Jourdain. Blanche Gauthier married Armand Tremblay. Pierre lived all his life in Tadoussac. From his teenage years he started working for Mr. Hector Gauthier who was at the time the "Caretaker" of the cottages of english summer visitors. During his years working for Mr. Gauthier, Pierre Tremblay worked for several years as "Master of the wharf" in the bay of Tadoussac. It was around 1973 that Pierre Tremblay took over from Mr. Hector Gauthier to become the new "Caretaker" of the cottages. Pierre Tremblay married Thérèse Ouellet in 1966. La Maison Tremblay has been, for decades, a place of vacation and reunion for all members of the Tremblay family. They didn't have any children. On the other hand, they always accorded their hospitality to the children of his brothers and more particularly to those of his brother Maurice, captain on the ferries between Tadoussac and Baie Ste-Catherine. The latter was an artist at heart with talents as a sculptor and cabinetmaker. We owe him some sculptures still in place in the Church of Ste-Croix. Maurice died suddenly in 1975. Pierre Tremblay loved dogs. Sometimes two dogs accompanied him on his visits to the cottages. With his wife Thérèse, they took great care of Maison Tremblay and the flower garden all around the house. Pierre Tremblay also acted for several years as sacristan at the Anglican chapel. He also served as churchwarden for the Fabrique Ste-Croix in Tadoussac and he made many decorative arrangements for the church during Sunday feasts. Pierre Tremblay had remarkable talents in a host of fields. Talents that are often innate but have been able to improve themselves over the course of their work experience. He was a cabinetmaker, carpenter, and repairman of all types of problems that could exist in a home. He supplied summer cottages with firewood, opened them in the spring and closed them in the fall. He maintained and repaired them according to the wishes of their owners. He was dedicated and appreciated by all. He even built the house located at 3 rue des Petites Franciscaines. After fulfilling Sunday obligations, both at the Anglican chapel and at the Ste-Croix churches, Pierre Tremblay liked to rest in the gallery of Maison Tremblay. He responded enthusiastically to the greetings of passers-by on Bord-de-Eau Street. Pierre had a great sense of humor. He loved good discussions with a little gin! Pierre Tremblay passed away when he was still young at the age of 65 in 1991. He created a great void in the lives of all his nephews and nieces of the Tremblay family, including Louis and Tina who live in Tadoussac. His wife Thérèse joined him in 2019. Written by Robert Tremblay, nephew of Pierre Tremblay July 1, 2021.

Price, Coosie & Ray Back to ALL Bios ​ Arthur Clifford (Coosie) Price 1900-1982 & Ethel Murray (Ray) (Scott) 1899-1987 “COUNT THAT DAY LOST WHOSE LOW DESCENDING SUN VIEWS FROM THY HAND NO WORTHY ACTION DONE.” Margaret Olivia Slocum Sage Coosie was the second of six surviving children of Amelia Blanche Carrington-Smith and William Price. His siblings were: John Herbert (Jack), Charles Edward, Willa (Bill) (Glassco), Richard Harcourt (Dick) and Jean (Trenier-Michel) (Harvey). Ray was the second of four born to James Archibald Scott and Ethel Breakey. Her siblings were Harold (killed in WW I), John (Jack) and Mary (Mimi) (Warrington). Coosie and Ray knew each other growing up - Coosie in Quebec City and Ray in Breakeyville. Ray was often included in Price Family parties in Quebec and Tadoussac. Coosie attended Bishop’s College School and school in England. In 1924 he graduated from the Royal Military College of Canada and began his apprenticeship with Price Brothers. A fine athlete, he was on the RMC hockey team and won awards in other sports. In his final year, he was one of four Company Sergeant Majors. Devoted to his father, he was with him the day he died in a landslide in Kenogami. By chance, he had at that fateful moment, been sent to the mill to pick up mill plans. His father’s death would change the course of his life as well as that of the entire Price family and the Price Brothers Pulp and Paper Company. Ray, thanks to many things, including a charmed life growing up in Breakeyville, enjoyed more than her share of style and hosting skills. She also spoke French, a rarity amongst anglophones then living in Quebec. In 1926 Coosie married Ray in the Presbyterian Church in Breakeyville. They could not be married in the Anglican Cathedral because Ray was a Presbyterian. Their first home was in Kenogami where their son Harold was born, then Quebec City, where Tony, Scott and Willa (Lal) were born. In 1933, Coosie, then in the bankruptcy court with a wife and four children, left Price Brothers, moved the family to Ottawa and worked for the Eddy Company until his return to Quebec. In spite of having lost their fortune, some of their happiest years were those spent in Ottawa. In 1939 Coosie was asked to come back to Price Brothers as Vice President, Head of Sales. He became President in 1948, later Chairman and retired in 1964. In 1949 Laval University honoured him with a Doctor of Laws for leading the fundraising for University City. When his great friend Mathew Ralph Kane died leaving him much of his estate he set up the Mathew Ralph Kane Foundation. To this day donations are focused on the Quebec and Saguenay/Lac Saint-Jean regions where Matt Kane lived and worked his whole life. Coosie’s mother died in 1947 leaving Fletcher Cottage to her two daughters. They sold it to their cousin Harkey Powell. Harkey later sold it to Bill Glassco (a son of Willa). The Pilot House was left to the four boys. They drew straws and Charlie won. After moving to Victoria, Charlie sold the Pilot House to Coosie. By this time Coosie had built Maison Nicolas (1948) so a few years later he sold it to his son Harold. All sales were ‘token’ – happy to keep the houses in the family. Coosie and Ray shared a love of entertaining. They did much of their business entertaining at the fishing Lodges - Anse St Jean and Sagard. Coosie was, by all accounts, a world-class fly fisherman. Ray was more than accomplished and together the whole family spent much time at these two fishing lodges. They also gave many memorable parties in their homes and on their boats. Coosie’s day in Tad started with a round of golf with his cousin Harkey Powell and later Lewis & Betty Evans. When the Hotel decided to stop managing the Golf Course, Coosie put together arrangements to insure its continuation. He had great affection and admiration for the local families and could often be seen chatting with the regulars gathered on the bench in Pierre Cid’s. Like his father he especially loved children and at house events could often be found outside orchestrating children’s games to the delight of all. Among his many pre- and post-retirement hobbies were writing, photography, landscape oil painting, and mushroom hunting. Ray, a passionate gardener, coaxed flowers and vegetables out of small beds in the granite on which Maison Nicolas sits. Though she started life a stranger to the kitchen, she became a fine cook and was ahead of her time with her insistence on the freshest of everything – not easy in Tadoussac in those days. Her management of the galley on Jamboree IV was nothing short of heroic. She entertained visitors aboard who showed up in ports from Quebec City to Anticosti Island and Tadoussac to Chicoutimi and graciously accommodated a captain known for casting off regardless of the weather forecast. After retirement, they spent winters in Sonoma, California with their daughter and family, spring and fall in Brockville and, as always, summers in Tadoussac. It was ‘Coosie and Ray’ with everything - travel, fishing, boating, entertaining, gardening and the game of bridge. They shared a great love with family and friends throughout their fifty-six years together. Lal Mundell 4/21

Evans, Thomas Frye Lewis Back to ALL Bios ​ The Very Reverend Thomas Frye Lewis Evans 1846 – 1919 Marie Stewart (Bethune) 1850 – 1903 Emily Elizabeth (Bethune) 1866 – 1947 Cyril Lewis Evans 1882 – 1887 The Very Reverend Thomas Frye Lewis Evans served as a summer minister in Tadoussac for thirty-five years back between about 1884 and his death in 1919. He married Marie Stewart Bethune in 1874 and with her had five children, Basil (1873), Muriel (1877) Trevor (1879), Cyril (1882), and Ruby (1885). Little is known about Marie except that she was said to have been a lively and engaging woman and usually called May. She married Lewis Evans in 1873 at the age of twenty-three. She is named Maria in her birth record, and Marie in the marriage index, (and Marie on her plaque). Her full name was Maria Stewart Bethune, born in 1850, the second of four children (all girls) of Strachan Bethune (1821 - 1910) and Maria MacLean Phillips (1826 - 1901). She died in 1903 and is buried in The Mount Royal Cemetery. Included in that list of Marie’s children is Cyril who died at five years old. There is a small window in the back wall of the chapel that is dedicated to the memory of Cyril Lewis Evans. He died of hydrocephalus at the age of five. It is hard to imagine now 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 fluid buildup. This can lead to developmental, physical, and intellectual impairments caused by Cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) which flows through the brain and spinal cord under 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 if the brain produces an excess amount of it. 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. 6 After Marie’s death, the Dean married her cousin, Emily Elizabeth Bethune (1866 – 1947), and had one more child, Robert Lewis Evans (1911) when he was about sixty-five years old and Emily was forty-five. This family was not connected to any of the other summer cottage families until son Trevor, and later son Lewis married into the Rhodes family and both had cottages in Tadoussac. Dean Evans was the rector of St. Stephen's Church in Montreal, a church on Atwater Street, and stayed there for forty-six years. While there, he served as an Honourary Canon, Archdeacon, and then was named the fifth Dean of Montreal Diocese, but would only accept the position if he could stay at St. Stephen's and not move over to the Cathedral. In 1908 he was within a whisker of being elected Bishop. It was an actual split vote and they had to adjourn for three weeks to sort it out in typical Anglican political manoeuvring. They picked the other guy, John Craig Farthing. The Dean died in 1919. It is said that he had pneumonia, collapsed in the pulpit on a Sunday morning while delivering his sermon, and died a few days later. Very few of Dean Lewis Evans’s writings remain but it is clear from them that he was a devoted churchman and that he had worked hard to help in the development of the Anglican Diocese of Montreal. A school in the St. Henri district was named after him, and he was very insistent that all of the Anglican clergy should be able to speak French. In Tadoussac, he lived in what was then the furthest east Price house, the Beattie/Price house. It was built along with the other Price houses for the administrators of Price Brothers Lumber, but this one was lent to Dean Evans and he eventually acquired it by squatter’s rights. From him, it passed to his wife, Emily Elizabeth (Bethune) Evans, and then to their son, Lewis Evans, who sold it to James and Anne Beattie. The Dean had also owned a part of the tennis club property which he bought from the Price family, but he sold his portion to Jonathan Dwight and Mr Dwight sold it to the tennis club. Dean Evans was an avid fisherman and actually had built for himself a small log cabin about nine miles up the Saguenay on the west side of the river at a place called Cap à Jack. It seemed he needed a cottage to get away from his cottage! He had a little powerboat called Minota which he would take up there towing a couple of nor'shore canoes to fish out of. One of the local men, André Nicolas, in speaking about the Dean, said he had seen photos of the fishing camp on the website, tidesoftadoussac.com, that grandson Tom Evans set up. He said that where Lewis Evans had his camp was, and still is, the best place on the river to catch sea trout. It is interesting, a hundred years later, to hear a local fisherman say that the Dean got it right! Alan Evans

Price, Llewellyn Evan Back to ALL Bios ​ Llewellen Evan Price 1919 - 1944 Evan was the youngest son of Henry Edward and Helen Gilmour Price. He grew up in a family of ten siblings of ages ranging over twenty years. They all spent their summers in Tadoussac at the Harry Price House. Evan grew up in Quebec City and attended Quebec High School As a teenager in Tadoussac, his active young group of friends included his older brother Ted, Jimmy Alexander, Jean (Alexander) Aylan-Parker, Betty (Morewood) Evans, Phoebe (Evans) Skutezky and Ainslie (Evans) Stephen, Mary (Hampson) Price, Barbara (Hampson) Alexander and Campbell, Nan (Wallace) Leggat, and Jackie Wallace. When World War II was declared, Evan joined the Royal Canadian Airforce. He did his pilot training at Camp Borden and Trenton and went overseas in 1940. He was assigned to North Africa where he took part in the allied advance from El Alamein to Tripoli. In 1943 Flight Lieutenant Evan Price returned to Canada as a flight instructor at the RCAF Operational Training Base at Bagotville, Quebec. Six months later, in January 1944, while flying to Quebec to attend the funeral of Lt. Col. “Canon” Scott, his plane crashed near Baie St. Paul. He is buried in Mount Hermon Cemetery in Quebec. Greville Price

Russell, Thomas Kendall Back to ALL Bios Need information Thomas Kendall Russell b 1783 Was Thomas the father of Willis, born 1814, who married Rebecca Page Sanborn Pope?

Powel, Herbert de Veaux Back to ALL Bios ​ Lance Corporal Herbert de Veaux Powel - 1890 – 1915 Nothing is known of Herbert’s earlier life when he must have come to Tadoussac along with his family. He became a soldier in the 2nd Company, 2nd Battalion, Eastern Ontario Regiment, 1st Brigade of the Canadian Expeditionary Force, and was a Lance-Corporal during the beginning of World War 1. He went missing at the Battle of Langemarck during the second Battle of Ypres, on the western front. This was a battle in which the German army released its first gas attack. There was also heavy shelling and his body was never recovered. He is believed to have died on April 22, 1915. He is commemorated in the First World War Book of Remembrance and there is a cross for him at the Menin Gate Memorial at Ypres.