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  • Urquhart, Alexander

    Urquhart, Alexander Back to ALL Bios One of our first summer residents! Alexander Urquhart 1816 - 1897 Alexander Urquhart was born in Cawdor, Nairnshire, Scotland on April 14, 1816. He was the eldest of the family of the seven children of his mother, Mary MacDonald and his father John Urquhart. His two brothers were James Kyle and Charles Calder Mackintosh and his sisters May, Isabella, Jessie and Mary. He came to Canada in June of 1840 and joined the congregation of St. Gabriel Street Presbyterian Church in Montreal, which was then the wealthiest and best attended churches in the city. Shortly after his arrival in Montreal, he went to Quebec City where he lived for four years and was married to Elizabeth Cumming. He returned to Montreal in 1844 and established a business, Alexander Urquhart & Company. The enterprise started as a wholesale grocery business which grew and diversified over time. The company imported goods from Europe and the Caribbean. Its products were sold in Quebec and Ontario, and also in the burgeoning regions of the Canadian North West – the Red River District and beyond. He was an active member of the congregation of the St. Gabriel Street Church holding the position of treasurer from 1844 to 1846. He remained involved in the administration of the church before moving to St. Andrew’s Church in 1855. By this time his business had become well established, and he was a prominent member of the Montreal business community. His Montreal home was on Côte de Neiges just above Sherbrooke Street in the sector known as the Golden Square Mile. His sister May married Alexander Begg a druggist of Quebec City and his brother James Kyle came to Canada and was closely associated with Alexander’s business interests. His interest in Tadoussac was most likely kindled through his involvement in the Tadoussac Hotel and Sea Bathing Company. The company principals included others such as William Rhodes, William Russell and Joseph Radford. The group built the first Hotel Tadoussac which opened its doors in 1864. Urquhart was also one of the founders and Tadoussac Protestant Chapel which conducted its first protestant services in 1866. In 1864, he purchased the land and buildings above the wharf at L’Anse à l’eau from David Price. The land was on the opposite side of the road from a house built in 1863 by his colleague Joseph Radford. He converted the large square building on the property into a spacious summer home. The redesigned residence included a windowed dome on the roof from which he could keep an eye on the shipping that brought his goods from Montreal to supply the needs of the Hotel Tadoussac. Alexander and Elizabeth Urquhart had three daughters: May, Charlotte and Mary. The family spent their summers in Tadoussac and the daughters, along with the two sons of Alexander and May Begg, participated in the social functions of the time. Godfrey Rhodes diary recounts evening dances with the Urquharts at Tadoussac summer residences. The youthful energy levels and late-night antics among the young in Tadoussac have a long history as does the patience of parents and grandparents. Alexander Urquhart continued actively in his business until 1875 when he retired. He died on May 28, 1897 in Montreal. The Urquhart family continued to spend their summers in Tadoussac until 1905. Prepared by: L. John Leggat Sources The McCord Museum, Montreal The Montreal Gazette, May 1897 A History, Scotch Presbyterian Church, St Gabriel Street, Montreal; by Rev Robert Campbell Tadoussac, The Sands of Summer by Benny Beattie Encyclopedia of French Cultural Heritage in North America Vieux.Montréal.qc.ca Godfrey Rhodes Diary, 1862 to 1873

  • Horses, Buggies and Cars | tidesoftadoussac1

    Horses, Buggies and Cars Chevaux, Buggies et Voitures NEXT PAGE PREVIOUS Circa 1890 Anse a L'Eau In front of the Rhodes Cottage, luggage loaded for the boat trip, circa 1890 En face de la Rhodes Cottage, les bagages chargés pour le voyage en bateau, vers 1890 At the Poitras farm near Rivière Aux Canards ​ Godfrey Rhodes and John Morewood on the steps about 1895 À la ferme de Poitras près de Rivière Aux Canards Godfrey Rhodes et John Morewood sur les marches environ 1895 The five Morewood Siblings, Billy, Nancy, Bobby, Frank (my grandfather) and John 1899 A car in 1917 Bobby Morewood on left Sidney Williams on right Armitage (Peter) Rhodes circa 1920 ​ Harvesting the Hay at Moulin Baude circa 1920 Récolte du foin à Moulin Baude circa 1920 Sur le Pont Caron, Tadoussac, 1925 Betty Morewood (Evans) (my mother) on the left side of the wagon Lewis Evans (my father) on a horse in Tadoussac circa 1930 Betty Morewood (Evans) (ma mère) sur le côté gauche du wagon Lewis Evans (mon père) sur un cheval Tadoussac circa 1930 Early 1930's CSL Richelieu arriving at the Tadoussac Wharf Début 1930 CSL Richelieu arrivant au quai de Tadoussac 1910's 1930's 1950's The wagon below is bringing the wood to build our cottage "Windward" in 1936 from the goelette in the wharf. ​ circa 1940 Le wagon ci-dessous apporte le bois pour construire notre chalet "Windward" en 1936 de la goelette dans le quai. From a postcard D'une carte postale circa 1940 circa 1950 Verity Molson 1952 Molson Museum L’Héritage Canadien du Québec Dewarts and O'Neills at Moulin Baude 1950's NEXT PAGE

  • Scott, Mabel Emily (Russell)

    Scott, Mabel Emily (Russell) Back to ALL Bios ​ Mabel Emily Russell Scott (1875 – 1952) Mabel Emily Russell (b. 1875) was the granddaughter of Willis Russell and the daughter of William Edward Russell and Fanny Eliza Pope. Her sister was Florence Louisa “Nonie” Russell and her brother was Willis Robert Russell who died young at age 20 of TB. Mabel was born in Quebec and at age 27, married Charles Cunningham Scott. Soon after, Mabel and Charles relocated to the Buffalo, New York area where Charles continued his career as sales manager for a steam equipment company. They brought with them their two young children, Frances Grace Scott and Charles Russell Scott. Mabel and Charles, along with their children, continued summering in Tadoussac at the family cottage, “Spruce Cliff”. Mabel died near Buffalo at age 76 in in 1952 and her husband, Charles, died a few years later, in 1955. Their daughter, Frances Grace Scott, never married and became a school teacher in the Buffalo area (Kenmore) where she lived until her death in 1993 at age 88. Grace’s brother, Charles (Charlie), married Christine Marchington. Both Charles and Grace continued summering at Tadoussac at “Spruce Cliff” throughout their lives. Charlie died in London, Ontario in 1995 and his wife, Christine, died in 2010. Their two children are Susan and Robert Scott. Susan (Susie) married George Bruemmer and they along with children Andrew, Matthew and Jennifer continue enjoying some or all of their summers at Tad. Brian Dewart

  • Rhodes, Lily Bell

    Rhodes, Lily Bell Back to ALL Bios ​ Lily Bell Rhodes 1889 - 1975 “Quick! Get a jar. Take it to Lily Bell!” With those words an oddly attractive, but rare insect would (to its astonishment) find itself trapped behind glass and on its way to be sketched by Lily Bell, an avid artist and lover of all things natural. And whatever that bug looked like, she would kindly turn it loose when she was done. Daughter of Francis Rhodes and Totie LeMoine, (grand-daughter of Colonel and Anne Rhodes) she would likely have been brought up in the LeMoine family home, known as Spencer Grange, in Quebec City, which became the Lieutenant-Governor’s residence, and then a Canadian Heritage property and museum. Lily Bell had a sister Frances and two other sisters who died in infancy. One of those, Anne, died before she was born but the other, Gertrude, was born when Lily Bell was seven years old. She was distraught when that child died, and whether that contributed to her nervousness as a young girl can only be speculated upon at this point. Neither Frances nor Lily Bell ever married. Lily Bell was always very good at sketching and devoted a great deal of her time to developing her artistic skills. Her maternal grandfather was the Canadian author, historian and past President of The Royal Society of Canada, Sir James McPherson Le Moine (1825-1912). Lily Bell studied art at Les Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Quebec City under Henry Ivan Neilson (Professor of Painting, Drawing and Anatomy), as well as with instructor and noted Canadian artist Jean Paul Lemieux. It was said: “Although Miss Rhodes painted for her own enjoyment and is not a listed artist, her competency of composition, perspective and palette … underscores an undeniable and elevated degree of ability.” But in Tadoussac she was remembered for being very soft-spoken and sweet. She adored children and would take her young nieces on walks in the woods, telling them the names of all the flowers and mushrooms they could find, and firing their imaginations by insisting there were fairies dancing under each of them. Not surprisingly she was a great gardener along with her sister, Frances, and loved animals, particularly dogs which she used to sketch often. She even had a favourite white sweater made from the fur of a long-haired dachshund she used to own. She would often be seen sitting very still on a log or rock under a shapeless sunhat quietly sketching some composition that had caught her eye. Many of these sketches became very small paintings that were often given to her many cousins in Tadoussac. In the summers she usually stayed with her cousin, Lennox Williams, for a week or so, and then after he died, she was made welcome in the home of her friend, Grace Scott. Looking back now, one can only imagine there was a depth to her which few of us knew. What we remember is her loving kindness and her reverence for nature. And some of us are still trying to collect her delightful paintings when they come available. Alan Evans Quotation from: ernestjohnsonantiques.com See many Photos of LILY's ART at https://www.tidesoftadoussac.com/lilybell-rhodes

  • Molson, Colin John (Jack) Grasset

    Molson, Colin John (Jack) Grasset Back to ALL Bios ​ Colin John Grasset Molson 1902 - 1997 C.J.G. “Jack” Molson was born in St. Thomas, Ontario to Mary Letitia Snider and Kenneth Molson. The family moved to Quebec City when Jack was two years old, where Kenneth worked as a manager for a branch of the Molson’s Bank. During Jack’s childhood he spent his summers with his grandparents (John Thomas Molson and Jenny Baker Butler) in Métis. He learned to play the violin as a boy, and for his high school years he attended boarding school at Ashbury College in Rockcliffe Park, near Ottawa. He went on to study economics and accounting, and as a young man he was hired by Coopers & Lybrand. Jack met Doris Amelia Carington Smith at a coming-out party aboard the HMS Hood, (built in 1922, the largest military vessel in the world at the time), anchored in the Quebec harbour in August of 1924. They were married in Montmorency two years later. From then on, Jack would spend time with his family each summer in Tadoussac, where the Carington Smiths had a summer home. They had two children: Robin, in 1929, and Verity in 1932. Jack owned a little wooden sailboat called Lilith, but sold the vessel when war started in 1939. He became Paymaster for the Black Watch in Montreal. He and Doris continued to come to Tadoussac with their children through the war year summers. After peace was declared, in 1945, he bought land in Dwight Park and had a house built on it of his own design. Jack Molson continued to work as a chartered accountant in Montreal, while over the years his interest in Quebec’s history and heritage grew. He became one of the founders of the Canadian Handicrafts Guild and was one of the first to support the efforts of Inuit carvers and print-makers. In 1955 when Westmount’s Hurtubise House (1714) was threatened with demolition, Jack mounted an effort to save the island’s oldest home. He persuaded his friend, James Beattie, and his aunt, Mabel Molson, to help him buy the house. In the next few years, he purchased two other properties, including natural sites in Gaspé that were vulnerable to commercial development. By 1960 the Canadian Heritage of Quebec was incorporated and had an active board of professionals as directors. The CHQ foundation, under Jack’s direction, would save Simon Fraser house in Ste. Anne-de-Bellevue, the Laterriere Seigneurial Mill at Les Eboulements in the Charlevoix, as well as Les Rochers, Sir John A. Macdonald’s summer home in St. Patrick, and dozens of other heritage properties on both sides of the St. Lawrence River, including Bon Désir and Point à Boisvert on the north shore. Here in Tadoussac, Jack Molson and James Beattie purchased the Pilot House (Molson-Beattie House) with the intention of converting it to a museum. When historical fishing vessels and sailboats were donated to the CHQ foundation, Jack had barns erected on land behind the Pilot House in order to preserve them. He bought land above the sand dunes which he later donated to the Saguenay-St. Lawrence Marine Park. He was also very supportive of the Tadoussac Protestant Chapel. In 1979 Jack Molson was awarded the Order of Canada for his dedication to historical preservation through the Canadian Heritage of Quebec. By then, he had long retired from his work in order to devote all of his time to the foundation. In spite of his remarkable vision of the future and all of his accomplishments, Jack was a modest man who shied away from personal publicity. His manner was unassuming, his personal life pared down to the essentials. One of the things he loved the most was a simple picnic on a St. Lawrence River beach with some boiled eggs and a cup of tea brewed in a billycan over a small fire. On more than one occasion he was known to have said to Doris, “This is a beautiful, unspoiled spot. It would be such a pity if someone decided to develop it. We should buy it.” Predeceased by Doris in 1975, and his daughter Verity in 1995, Jack Molson passed away peacefully after a long illness in 1997. He was 95. Karen Molson

  • War | tidesoftadoussac1

    PREVIOUS War Lest we forget! Many of our family friends/relatives/ancestors served in uniform. If you have more photos please send them! Ne l'oublions pas! Beaucoup de nos amis / parents / ancêtres de la famille ont servi en uniforme. Si vous avez plus de photos, envoyez-les! NEXT PAGE William Rhodes lived in England, and served in the War of 1812 for the British in Quebec William's brother Godfrey lived in England and served in the Crimean war in the 1850's. His son William Rhodes was posted by the British Army to Quebec in the 1840's and from then on he lived in Quebec and Tadoussac. Dean Lewis Evans, my grandfather. Trevor Evans, son of Lewis Evans Isobel (Billy) Morewood, Frank's sister Frank Morewood, my other grandfather Carrie Rhodes, my grandmother, who married Frank Morewood after the war Frank Morewood's Application for Discharge, has a lot of information. Lived in Rosemont, Pennsylvania, near Philadelphia Born in Quebec, July 8, 1886 Appointed 2nd Lt F.A. June 1, 1918 Assigned to Field Artillery and a Balloon Company Stationed in South Carolina, New Jersey and Massachusetts Engagement "Meuse Argonne" from Wikipedia: The Meuse–Argonne offensive was a major part of the final Allied offensive of World War I that stretched along the entire Western Front . It was fought from September 26, 1918, until the Armistice of November 11, 1918 , a total of 47 days. The Meuse–Argonne offensive was the largest in United States military history , involving 1.2 million American soldiers . It is the second deadliest battle in American history , resulting in over 350,000 casualties. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meuse–Argonne_offensive ​ Served overseas from June 18/18 until July 5/19 Discharged July 24/19, 0 per cent disabled on discharge Enl Serv means Enlisted Service ​ Bobby Morewood, brother Nan (Rhodes) and Lennox Williams had 4 children. Jim married Evelyn in 1916, Mary who married Jack Wallace, Gertrude who married Ron Alexander, and Sydney who was probably too young to go overseas. Jim Williams and his wife Evelyn Meredith in Europe More about him on this site https://www.tidesoftadoussac.com/james-w-williams General Ronald Alexander, brother-in-law of Jim Williams, with his daughter Jean Alexander (Aylan-Parker) Sydney Williams at Brynhyfryd, with Dorothy Rhodes (Evans), Rachel Webb (Stairs), his sister Gertrude Alexander, and in front cousin Lily Rhodes Jack Wallace and a friend in 1915 below, WW1 warships in Tadoussac Bay Three related couples who were married in the late 1930's. Jean Alexander married John Aylan-Parker (below). Her brother Jim Alexander married Barbara Hampson (right) and Jim's buddy Ted Price married Mary Hampson. READ the letter lower on this page that mentions all these people. George Stairs at right on the Noroua in Tadoussac Bay, with his brother Colin and Lewis Evans Trevor Evans Lionel O'Neill Bob and Nan (Wallace) Leggat This is a very interesting letter written in 1939 by Lily Rhodes to her first cousin Carrie (Rhodes) Morewood. With our Tadoussac connections it's amazing that 80+ years later almost all the names are people whose descendants are still in contact. ​ Of course the three newlywed couples were heading to Europe where WW2 had already begun. Lilybell Rhodes (50) grew up at Spencer Grange, a large house that still exists in Quebec City, and at this time probably lived at Bagatelle (below), although the address has been changed from the one on the letter. ​ Carrie Morewood (58) (my grandmother) is living in Pennsylvania, with her husband Frank and their two children Betty (my mother) and Bill. https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villa_Bagatelle << Frances and Lilybell Rhodes ​ The first paragraph might refer to the estate of Lily (Jamison) Rhodes, who is the only relative who died in 1939, she was wife of Godfrey who died in 1932. Frankie (5) is Frank Morewood, who currently lives in Oakville and has done extensive research on the Rhodes and Morewood families. I don't have a photo of him at 5, but below is Margaret and Bobby Morewood, his parents, flanking Sidney Williams, and Frank and Harry. Above, the Claridge on Grande Allee in Quebec City. left Mary and Ted at her sister Barbara Hampson's wedding Lily has been to the wedding of her cousin Jean Alexander to John Aylan-Parker (left), and much of the letter is about who she saw there. Amazing how many people have descendants who know each other today in Tadoussac. ​ ​ ​ ​ Quick review: Ted Price married Mary Hampson, sister of Barbara Hampson, who married Ted's friend Jim Alexander, whose sister Jean Alexander married John Aylan-Parker. Got it? ​ ​ right Jim, Ronald and Jean Alexander, in the famous white boat! ​ below Many of the people mentioned in the letter Gertrude (Williams) Alexander, Lilybell Rhodes who wrote the letter, Jean and John Aylan-Parker, Joan Williams (Ballantyne), Nan (Wallace) Leggat, Mary (Williams) Wallace, Bishop Lennox Williams ​ ​ above Jean Alexander and Barbara Hampson, who married her brother Jim Alexander. ​ << Need the newspaper clipping and photos! Jack Wallace, Jim and Jean Alexander, Nan Wallace (Leggat), Michael Wallace, Joan, Susan and Jim Williams right, Frank Morewood building the house on property he doesn't own yet! In fact, the house was built in 1936, and this letter is written 3 years later in 1939! ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ below, Frank and Carrie Morewood, to whom the letter was written (my grandparents!) left, Barbara Hampson and Jim Alexander ​ below, back row, Billy Morewood, Ainslie (hiding), Billy Morewood, Jean Alexander and Betty Morewood front row not sure the boys, probably Jim Williams is the young one, and Joan and Susan Williams right May Dawson, below Emily Evans and her daughter-in-law Betty (Morewood) Evans 235 St. Louis Road Québec November 24, 1939 Dear Carrie Thank you for yours of the 19th. Something has cashed the check for $308 from mother's account so I imagine the trust co. in Philadelphia must have the money. As you say, trust cos. are very slow. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Frankie, I believe has to have his tonsils or adenoids out (I don't know which). He has been laid up with a cold for 3 weeks and when it clears up they plan to operate. I was at Margaret's yesterday at the tea she had for Nany's guest Marjorie Ross. Frankie looked a bit white faced, but was dressed and played about quite happily. ​ ​ ​ ​ Teddy Price and Mary Hampson were married the same day as Jean and now have a small apartment near them in the Claridge. ​ ​ Just for your own ears - I found Jean looking frightfully thin, and nervous. Poor child I think all these changes of plans have been very hard on her. To have gotten her little apartment in Toronto all furnished and then have had to give it up was a better blow. Just how long it is before John sails, goodness knows. Some say anytime but Jean hopes he'll be here a month or perhaps longer. She still seems very excitable. I wish she could have started married life under more peaceful auspices. Here are the newspaper pictures of them. Will you please send them onto Frances at Kent Place School, Sumit, and ask her to return them to me. Johnie looks younger than your Billy! ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Gertrude had on a teal blue short dress and smart hat of same shade and a little corsage of pink roses. She never looked better - so bright and cheerful. She has an awfully nice roomy house in a very good residential section. They seemed very comfortably situated. Jim looked thinner and rather serious. He was expecting Barbara on the evening train. She had been maid of honor at Mary's wedding that day. She was to spend the weekend with the Alexanders. The gray blue airman's uniform looked very well on Jim. I heard many people remark "What a fine son the Brigadier has." ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Jackie (Wallace) does not look too well. He told me he was having trouble with his hip joint. Some bone has grown too large for the socket and causes pain when he exercises. So he is going slow as to hockey and football, but by resting it hopes to get in some skiing after Christmas. Mary (Williams Wallace) makes light of the trouble so don't mention it. Michael (Wallace) has had a hernia operation in Montréal, but is getting on well. Big Jack and Mary (Wallace) both looked very well. Mary was in black. Uncle Lenny (Williams) made a nice wedding speech. ​ ​ Wilma Price Glassco, Miss (May) Dawson, Mrs. (Emily) Evans, and Mrs. (Johnathan) Dwight were the Tad people present. Mrs. Dwight came up and spoke to me. I would not have known her. She looks so much older (as do we all know doubt). She looked very handsome, but stern and said "you know Frank Morewood has built a house on a bit of my land that he does not yet own". Her sister (I think) Mrs. Adam was with her. ​ ​ Mary sent out the boys Jim and Jack for a good hot dinner before the wedding - a wise move or she felt with so much champagne to be drunk in healths. But I did not see anyone the worse and most people only had one glass. Elspeth took Mary, Jack, Ronald, Gertrude and me to dine at the Royal York Hotel in the evening. Great fun, lots of officers in uniform about and pretty girls in evening clothes. The wedding presents were lovely, clocks, lamps, silver trays, Little tables of various kinds, cigarette boxes etc etc. Gert and Ronald gave her a diamond ring that had belong to Aunt Nan. Gert said her trousseau cost $300 and she did not think any other present was necessary but gave the ring so she would have something from her parents. ​ I have not seen her in Québec as yet - but she is lunching with the family in turn this week and next begins the more formal parties. Mrs. Harry Price is giving the brides a tea as is Mrs. Lex Smith. Arthur Smith sent Jean a lovely sterling silver rose bowl, the only thing of the kind she received. John's aunt Mrs. Fraser is a large formidable looking lady of 60 odd who was once a great beauty. I think it gives her great satisfaction to have her nephew married to the Bishops granddaughter. She was dressed in blue sapphire velvet - long and very imposing. She was a Lennoxville girl. John's mother died and his father is also dead. His only brother has been lately injured in a football game and is recovering in a hospital. We are thinking of a new car too. Our 1929 model is really passé. I often listen to Mr. Swing on the radio but mother finds too much radio tiring. John ( Aylan-Parker) has a car which brings him in and out of Valcartier daily. They have just a large bedroom and bath at the Claridge. ​ ​ I am glad Betty Morewood (Evans) is getting off to college next year. It will give her something definite to do for a few years never mind what her life is later gives mental discipline. Frank (Morewood) must have his work cut out for him with that ships rigging. I am glad he is got at it. It should be an interesting piece of work. Love from Lily 1941 in England, Jim & Barbara, Mary & Ted with babies. The babies are Michael Alexander and Greville Price! ​ NEXT PAGE

  • Russell, Willis Robert

    Russell, Willis Robert Back to ALL Bios ​ Willis Robert Russell (1887-1907) Willis Robert Russell (b. 1887) was the son of William Edward Russell and Fanny Eliza Pope. He was the brother of Florence Louisa “Nonie” Russell and Mabel Emily Russell. We don’t know much about Willis Robert other than he lived a short life, dying In Quebec at age 20 from tuberculosis. Brian Dewart

  • Protestant Church & around | tidesoftadoussac1

    PREVIOUS Tadoussac Protestant Church - late 1800's NEXT PAGE Back to Home Page NEXT PAGE

  • Smith, Lex Carington

    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

  • Stevenson, Florence Louisa Maude "Nonie" (Russell) & Dr James

    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)

  • Price, Sir William & Amelia Blanche (Smith)

    Price, Sir William & Amelia Blanche (Smith) Back to ALL Bios ​ Sir William Price 1867 - 1924 and Amelia Blanche Smith 1863 - 1947 William Price was born in Talca, Chile to Henry Ferrier Price (1833-1898) and Florence Stoker Rogerson. He was the eldest of seven children (though 2 died young). His brothers and sisters were Henry (Harry), Edward, Arthur, John, Terracita (Terry), and Florence (Flo). Amelia Blanche Smith was born in Quebec City to Robert Herbert Smith (1825-1898) and Amelia Jane (Lemesurier) (1832-1917). She had six brothers and one sister (see above). The three original Price Brothers running the family lumber company were bachelors. Having no heirs, they turned to their brother Henry Ferrier and his family, his eldest son being William Price Senior’s eldest grandson, and persuaded them to return to Canada. William arrived in Canada in 1879, five years before his family moved north. After one semester at Bishop’s College School, he was sent to St Mark’s in England where he completed his studies in 1886. He then started an apprenticeship with Price Brothers. In 1899, with the death of the last surviving ‘Price Brother’, he became sole proprietor, president, and managing director of the family business. In 1884, William married Amelia Blanche (Smith) at the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity in Quebec City. Three years his senior and a celebrated beauty, she would bear him eight children. The first two died in infancy. The surviving six were John (Jack), Arthur Clifford (Coosie), Charles Edward, Willa (Bill) (Glassco), Richard Harcourt (Dick), and Jean (Trenier-Michel) (Harvey). At the turn of the century, they built a substantial residence at 145 Rue Grand Allee a building which, albeit much modified, stands to this day. William inherited a tottering empire, heavily indebted, technically in receivership…. more of potential than actual wealth. In the first decade of the 20th century, William planned and built a large newsprint mill in the town of Kenogami. The Kenogami Mill, the most productive newsprint mill in the world at that time, began operations in 1912. William associated with James Buchanan Duke, the legendary North Carolina tobacco tycoon, and Max Aitken (later Lord Beaverbrook), who helped with, respectively, hydroelectric power (the Ile Maligne dam and power plant in which he and Duke were partners), and financing for the Kenogami Mill. On August 7, 1914, William was asked, by the Minister of Militia, to build, in twenty days, a camp where troops could be assembled and trained. William shut down his establishments, moved his workforce to Valcartier, and built the camp on schedule. Quebec had been selected as the port of embarkation for the Canadian Expeditionary Force. William was appointed Director-General of Embarkation, and, while not a soldier, he joined Quebec’s militia 8th Royal Rifles and had risen to Captain when he resigned in 1903. For his contribution to Canada’s War effort, William was knighted by King George V on January 1, 1915. On October 2nd, 1924, Sir William was taken down by a landslide on the Au Sable River behind the Kenogami Mill. His body was found ten days later in the Saguenay River at St. Fulgence. His grave lies at the end of Price Park in Kenogami on the point of a high cliff overlooking the confluence of the Au Sable and Saguenay Rivers where he lost his life. Also, in Kenogami, is the Sir William Price Museum. Its focus is on the employees of the Company – something that would deeply please Sir William who never tired of demonstrating his appreciation for their loyalty and work skills. There remains today, amongst descendants of those families, fond memories of what it was like working for a company that so valued its employees. To quote from Tony Price’s notes, “Sir William was foremost a family man, a patriot, and an industry visionary and builder; amongst them, it is difficult to say which stood first. While his wife did not share his fascination for a remote, largely wilderness area and his love of the outdoors and, in fact, rarely came to the Saguenay/Lac St. Jean, he was a loving and inspirational father and nobody who knew him mentions his name without talking of his affection for children.” Along with his business, war efforts, political activities, and sport William was President of the Quebec Harbour Commission in 1912, Director of many companies including Union Bank, the Canadian General Electric Company, the Wayagamack Pulp and Paper Company Ltd., the Montreal Trust Company, the Quebec Railway, Light and Power Co., the Transcontinental Railway, and the Prudential Trust Company. William’s first mention of Tadoussac is in a letter written during the summer of 1880 to his parents who were still in Chile. He tells of happy days spent in a canoe in the bay fishing for cod, perhaps hinting at the renowned salmon fisherman he would become. He did not spend much time in Tadoussac but he did acquire Fletcher Cottage, a lifelong source of pleasure for his wife, and built what is known as the Harry Price House where his sister ‘Terry’ spent her summers with the Harry Price family. Blanche travelled occasionally to England and New York with Sir William. A few years after his untimely death she moved from 145 Grande Allee to Ave de Bernier where she lived the rest of her life. Her memory had faded. She was fortunate in her full-time companion, Muriel Hudsbeth, daughter of Dean Evans and his first wife. We are told Blanche was handsome and charming and though her memory faded her charm did not. Teatime at Fletcher Cottage could have been the inspiration for the tea party scenes in the New York Broadway hit ‘Charlie’s Aunt’. She invited whoever passed by… the Bishop, the son of the grocer next door, whomever. Maids skillfully dodged about keeping teacups under the moving teapot spout. Visitors were charmed and left thinking she remembered them well. With her during her summers at Fletcher Cottage were her sister Edie and brother Edmond. The three would play card games and pass the time happily in each other’s company. Also in residence for the summer were many grandchildren (six to ten or more at a time). They were kept to the eastern addition of the original house. The sleeping porch and playroom were where they ate their meals. Bill Glassco’s first stage plays were presented there to an audience of relatives. On school days in Quebec City, six of her grandchildren lunched in the kitchen of her home on de Bernier. By then she remembered only ‘long ago stories’ yet she continued to extend a warm welcome and to look most elegant, dressed in black as she had since the death of her husband. Amelia is buried in Mount Hermon Cemetery in Quebec City. Willa (Lal) Price Mundell – 4/21

  • Tides of Tadoussac - Shipwrecks / Naufrage

    PREVIOUS NEXT PAGE Shipwrecks around Tadoussac Naufrages près de Tadoussac Shipwrecks are unfortunate but fascinating, especially when photographs can be found. This page is looked at more than any other on this website. ​ Naufrages sont malheureux, mais fascinant, surtout quand les photos peuvent être trouvés. Cette page est regardé plus que tout autre sur ce site. Click Click Lively Lady" Wreck 1958 "Quebec" Fire 1950 ​ Last night, at one o'clock in the morning, the Carolina, shrouded in mist, ran into a rocky point at a place called Passe Pierre,10 miles up the Saguenay from Tadoussac. The shock was terrible. The electric lights were broken and the darkness added to the horror of the situation. A terrible panic occurred among the 300 passengers on board the Carolina. Terrible scenes of despair took place. But little by little, seeing that the steamer was not sinking, the passengers calmed down. At first light, everyone was reassured to see that the steamer was on the shore. The castaways were picked up a few hours later by the Thor, which took them to Tadoussac and Chicoutimi. It is reported that the hull of the Carolina is smashed. Hier soir, à une heure du matin, le Carolina, enveloppé de brume, s'est heurté à une pointe rocheuse au lieu-dit Passe Pierre, à 10 milles en amont du Saguenay depuis Tadoussac. Le choc fut terrible. Les lumières électriques étaient brisées et l'obscurité ajoutait à l'horreur de la situation. Une terrible panique s'est produite parmi les 300 passagers à bord du Carolina. De terribles scènes de désespoir se produisirent. Mais peu à peu, voyant que le paquebot ne coulait pas, les passagers se calmèrent. Aux premières lueurs du jour, tout le monde fut rassuré de constater que le paquebot était sur le rivage. Les naufragés sont récupérés quelques heures plus tard par le Thor qui les emmène à Tadoussac et Chicoutimi. On rapporte que la coque du Carolina aurait été brisée. R&O Carolina wrecks on Passe Pierre, Saguenay River August 19, 1903 We have from Mr. Arthur-H. Caron, agent for the Richelieu and Ontario company at the Tadoussac dock, interesting details about the event. It was August 19, 1903. That day the dock agent was absent and I was responsible for seeing the arrival and departure of the Company's boats in Tadoussac. It had rained in the day and there was mist, which, however, did not prevent the Carolina, commanded by Captain William Riverin, from reaching the dock, although late. Clearing up, the rain and the wind had stopped. I cannot say at what time the boat left the dock, but it must not have been far from eleven o'clock when I cast off the moorings. At that time the mist was not very thick and I believed that he would go to Chicoutimi easily, but he must have found poor visibilty in the Saguenay. Around nine o'clock the next morning, the first launch arrived in Tadoussac from the S.S. Carolina. On board were the boatswain, Wilfrid Gagné, who was later captain on one of the Company's boats, as well as the cashier, named Poulin, and other sailors who rowed the boat. These gentlemen came to communicate with the company authorities by telegraph, because there was no telephone in Tadoussac at the time. I was therefore one of the first to hear the news of the shipwreck. I learned that there were 325 passengers on board, apart from the crew, and that the boat had climbed onto the tip of the point at Passe Pierre. A third of its length was submerged, while the front was completely dry, being held in this position by a section of rock on which the hull had torn quite deeply and was hanging on. It was in this position that it remained until its refloating. After being in communication with the rest of the world, we chartered the Thor, a steamboat from the Price company, which brought back the passengers and part of the crew, with the little luggage they had saved. Not a single passenger or crew member was missing. Some were crying, others were laughing, but everyone seemed happy to still be alive. There were a few passengers that I knew by sight and I remember in particular the surveyor Elzéar Boivin, a well-known businessman in the region, who told us with humor about his adventure. He was in bed in one of the aft cabins, which were submerged; he was not sleeping at the time of the accident. He hastened to collect his things, but he did not have time to get dressed before the water had invaded his cabin. Having only one hand, he could only put on his shoes without tying them; in the dark, he put them on backwards and he lost one, which was not found until the next day, which amused him greatly. There was also a Miss Proulx, who spent her summers in Tadoussac and who was on board with a group of women of her caliber; to maintain the appearance of shipwrecked women, they remained in their nightgowns and carried their clothes on their arms, although several hours had elapsed and would have allowed them to dress like all the other ladies who were on board did. Several had lost their luggage, but all were clothed. As soon as we could organize the disembarkation, all the passengers were lowered onto the rock, where a fire was made with chairs, furniture and various debris. During the night, the crew did not know exactly where they were. It was only at daylight that they recognized the place where we were stranded. The report of another elder, Mr. Arthur Harvey, adds that the pilot, Joseph Desmeules, and the second, Wilfrid Gagné, would have hesitated, because of the fog, to undertake the climb of the Saguenay, but that Captain Riverin, more confident, ordered them to leave. The accident was due to an error in calculation or observation by the "wheel man", who did not believe he had reached that far and took too long to change direction. In the “Memoirs of Old Men”, we find the testimony of Mr. François Belley (1855-1936) and Mrs. Delphine Gilbert (1858-1944), his wife, recounting the sinking of the “Carolina”. However, as some facts differ, we emphasize that no source corroborates their story. It was in August in the year 1903 around four in the morning. At that time I lived in Battures, where Napoléon Bergeron lives today. I was looking after my last baby, who was seriously ill. Suddenly I heard a loud noise. I ran to wake up my husband and my daughter Laura by telling them: “Get up to see the “Carolina” which is docked here ahead.” We thought they were figurations. My husband got up and went down to the beach. It was still dark and he could not see anything, but he could clearly hear the noise and the cries of the passengers. Wanting to get some light, he lit the cord of wood that was on the shore and, to his great surprise, he saw the “Carolina” stranded a few feet from where he was. We went to the shore, the children and I. The passengers cried out when they saw us: “Can we disembark?” We launched the boats and proceeded to disembark. Several took refuge with us, waiting for cars from Bagotville to come pick them up. The others were picked up by the “Thor”, Price’s boat. The “Carolina” was wrecked when it failed. To take it to Bagotville for repairs, we blocked the holes with blankets and rugs. This accident was attributed to the poor conduct of the captain and pilot Jos Riverin (my first cousin). They say they were drunk. What we do know is that they both lost their jobs. My daughter Laura, who lives here in La Batture, still has a fiber rug and a “Carolina” soap dish. These objects were left on the shore. “Memoirs of old people”, notes taken by Béatrice Tremblay, December 1934 You should know that at that time there were no beacon lights, at Boule nor at Passe-Pierre. The shock, suffered at full speed, was so violent that the vessel climbed the rock on the point so that the bow rose about ten feet, the stern sinking deeply below the level of the water, as you can see in the photographs. The first operation was obviously to save the passengers; this was the function of the boatswain, Wilfrid Gagné, who took charge of the boat, in a difficult position, Captain Riverin having suffered a nervous shock. As soon as he had noted the position of the vessel on the rock and the extension of it dry, he had the passengers lowered there by the crew and made a fire to protect them against the cold and to signal their presence. Passenger transportation the next day was operated by the Thor, a Price company steamboat. The second operation was to work on refloating the boat. It was entrusted to engineers and the crew of the Stratcona under the direction of Captain Johnson. According to witnesses, we began by building a sort of box fitting the point of rock, in order to be able to lift the front of the giant a little and close the wound. This work could only be done at low tide, when the broken part was dry. Afterwards "we pumped the water from the inside and passed a reinforcement under the keel to prevent it from breaking in two", after which we tried to pull it afloat, but we did not succeed. Three weeks after the accident, the Montreal JOURNAL said: The Carolina, vessel of the Richelieu company, which ran aground a couple of weeks ago near Tadoussac, is lost. Mr. Rodolphe Forget, to whom we spoke yesterday, received a dispatch from Tadoussac declaring that there is no longer any hope. He got in touch with Captain Johnson, who has been working on refloating since the accident. Mr. Johnson had managed to completely empty and close the Carolina, but the tug Stratcona, owned by Mr. Déry, could not remove it from its bad position. It is highly likely that the Company will remove everything inside the ship and abandon the hull. Nothing, however, has yet been decided. There will be a special meeting of the directors of the company on this subject at 2:30 this afternoon. The losses amount to $63,000 However, we did not give up the game and, no doubt with the cooperation of higher tides. we end up saving the ship. On October 9, Le PROGRES was able to announce: The steamer Carolina, which had run aground at Passe-Pierre near Tadoussac, was refloated on Tuesday, at 2:30 a.m., by the crew of the Algerian and the sailors of the Carolina under the orders of Captain Johnson, who monitored the work. The Carolina is currently in the bay of Tadoussac. From Tadoussac, the vessel was taken to Sorel, where it was repaired by almost completely rebuilding it, so much so that it was no longer recognizable when it was put back into service. Previously driven by paddle wheels, it was fitted with a propeller; its superstructure was completely changed, as were its furniture and the layout of the cabins and lounges. In addition, the Virginia was also put in dry dock in the fall, which also underwent notable transformations. The names of both were changed and in the spring of 1904 they resumed service under the names Saint-Irénée and Murrav Bay. Which one was the old Carolina? Only the initiated knew, and those who, after the shipwreck, had sworn never to embark on board again could no longer find it to escape it. In fact, it was the transformed Carolina which was called Murray Bay and which became, a few years later, Cap Diamant. Written by Victor Tremblay. Several photographs were provided by Mr. Roland Gagné, of Pointe-au-Pic. curator of the Laure-Conan Museum, son of Wilfrid Gagne. who was second on board the Carolina and whose conduct in this circumstance earned him promotion to captain in 1904. The other photos are from the archives of the Société historique du Saguenay. Some text from "Saguenayensia" published October 1968 (available on-line) and Musée du Fjord Facebook post August 2020. Nous recevons de M. Arthur-H. Caron, agent de la compagnie Richelieu et Ontario au quai de Tadoussac, détails intéressants sur l'événement. C'était le 19 août 1903. Ce jour-là, l'agent du quai était absent et j'étais chargé de voir à l'arrivée et au départ des bateaux de la Compagnie à Tadoussac. Il avait plu dans la journée et il y avait de la brume, ce qui n'empêcha cependant pas le Carolina, commandé par le capitaine William Riverin, d'atteindre le quai, bien que tardivement. Le temps s'éclaircissant, la pluie et le vent s'étaient arrêtés. Je ne peux pas dire à quelle heure le bateau a quitté le quai, mais il ne devait pas être loin de onze heures lorsque j'ai largué les amarres. À ce moment-là, la brume n'était pas très épaisse et je croyais qu'il se rendrait facilement à Chicoutimi, mais il a dû trouver une mauvaise visibilité au Saguenay. Vers neuf heures le lendemain matin, la première vedette arrive à Tadoussac en provenance du S.S. Carolina. À bord se trouvaient le maître d'équipage, Wilfrid Gagné, qui fut plus tard capitaine d'un des bateaux de la Compagnie, ainsi que le caissier, nommé Poulin, et d'autres marins qui ramaient le bateau. Ces messieurs venaient communiquer par télégraphe avec les autorités de la compagnie, car il n'y avait pas de téléphone à Tadoussac à cette époque. Je fus donc un des premiers à apprendre la nouvelle du naufrage. J'apprends qu'il y a 325 passagers à bord, hors équipage, et que le bateau est monté sur la pointe de la Passe Pierre. Un tiers de sa longueur était immergé, tandis que l'avant était complètement sec, retenu dans cette position par un tronçon de rocher sur lequel la coque s'était déchirée assez profondément et s'accrochait. C'est dans cette position qu'il resta jusqu'à son renflouement. Après avoir été en communication avec le reste du monde, nous avons affrété le Thor, un bateau à vapeur de la compagnie Price, qui ramenait les passagers et une partie de l'équipage, avec le peu de bagages qu'ils avaient économisés. Pas un seul passager ou membre d’équipage ne manquait. Certains pleuraient, d’autres riaient, mais tout le monde semblait heureux d’être encore en vie. Il y avait quelques passagers que je connaissais de vue et je me souviens notamment de l'arpenteur Elzéar Boivin, un homme d'affaires bien connu dans la région, qui nous a raconté avec humour son aventure. Il était couché dans l'une des cabines arrière, qui étaient submergées ; il ne dormait pas au moment de l'accident. Il s'empressa de récupérer ses affaires, mais il n'eut pas le temps de s'habiller avant que l'eau n'envahisse sa cabane. N'ayant qu'une main, il ne pouvait que mettre ses chaussures sans les attacher ; dans le noir, il les enfila à l'envers et il en perdit une, qu'on ne retrouva que le lendemain, ce qui l'amusait beaucoup. Il y avait aussi une demoiselle Proulx, qui passait ses étés à Tadoussac et qui était à bord avec un groupe de femmes de son calibre; pour conserver l'apparence des naufragées, elles restaient en chemise de nuit et portaient leurs vêtements sur leurs bras, même si plusieurs heures s'étaient écoulées et leur auraient permis de s'habiller comme le faisaient toutes les autres dames qui étaient à bord. Plusieurs avaient perdu leurs bagages, mais tous étaient habillés. Dès que nous avons pu organiser le débarquement, tous les passagers ont été descendus sur le rocher, où un feu a été allumé avec des chaises, des meubles et divers débris. Pendant la nuit, l’équipage ne savait pas exactement où il se trouvait. Ce n'est qu'à la lumière du jour qu'ils reconnurent l'endroit où nous étions bloqués. Le rapport d'un autre aîné, M. Arthur Harvey, ajoute que le pilote, Joseph Desmeules, et le second, Wilfrid Gagné, auraient hésité, à cause du brouillard, à entreprendre l'ascension du Saguenay, mais que le capitaine Riverin, plus confiant , leur a ordonné de partir. L'accident est dû à une erreur de calcul ou d'observation de "l'homme au volant", qui ne croyait pas être arrivé aussi loin et mettait trop de temps à changer de direction. Dans les « Mémoires des vieillards », on retrouve le témoignage de M. François Belley (1855-1936) et de Mme Delphine Gilbert (1858-1944), son épouse, relatant le naufrage du « Carolina ». Cependant, comme certains faits diffèrent, nous soulignons qu’aucune source ne corrobore leur récit. C'était en août 1903, vers quatre heures du matin. J'habitais à cette époque à Battures, où habite aujourd'hui Napoléon Bergeron. Je m'occupais de mon dernier bébé, qui était gravement malade. Soudain, j'ai entendu un grand bruit. J'ai couru réveiller mon mari et ma fille Laura en leur disant : "Lève-toi pour voir le "Carolina" qui est amarré ici devant." Nous pensions qu'il s'agissait de figurations. Mon mari s'est levé et est descendu à la plage. Il faisait encore sombre et il ne voyait rien, mais il entendait clairement le bruit et les cris des passagers. Voulant avoir un peu de lumière, il alluma la corde de bois qui se trouvait sur le rivage et, à sa grande surprise, il aperçut le « Carolina » échoué à quelques mètres de là où il se trouvait. Nous sommes allés à terre, les enfants et moi. Les passagers ont crié en nous voyant : « Pouvons-nous débarquer ? Nous avons mis les bateaux à l'eau et avons procédé au débarquement. Plusieurs se sont réfugiés chez nous, attendant que les voitures de Bagotville viennent les chercher. Les autres ont été récupérés par le « Thor », le bateau de Price. Le « Carolina » a fait naufrage lorsqu’il est tombé en panne. Pour l'emmener à Bagotville pour réparation, nous avons bouché les trous avec des couvertures et des tapis. Cet accident a été attribué à la mauvaise conduite du capitaine et pilote Jos Riverin (mon cousin germain). Ils disent qu'ils étaient ivres. Ce que nous savons, c'est qu'ils ont tous deux perdu leur emploi. Ma fille Laura, qui habite ici à La Batture, possède encore un tapis en fibre et un porte-savon « Caroline ». Ces objets ont été abandonnés sur le rivage. « Mémoires de personnes âgées », notes prises par Béatrice Tremblay, décembre 1934 Il faut savoir qu'à cette époque il n'y avait pas de balises lumineuses, ni à Boule ni à Passe-Pierre. Le choc, subi à pleine vitesse, fut si violent que le navire escalada le rocher sur la pointe de telle sorte que la proue s'élevait d'une dizaine de pieds, la poupe s'enfonçant profondément au-dessous du niveau de l'eau, comme on peut le voir sur les photographies. La première opération fut évidemment de sauver les passagers ; c'était la fonction du maître d'équipage, Wilfrid Gagné, qui prenait en charge le bateau, dans une position difficile, le capitaine Riverin ayant subi un choc nerveux. Dès qu'il eut noté la position du navire sur le rocher et l'extension de celui-ci à sec, il y fit descendre les passagers par l'équipage et alluma un feu pour les protéger du froid et signaler leur présence. Le lendemain, le transport des passagers était assuré par le Thor, un bateau à vapeur de la compagnie Price. La deuxième opération a consisté à travailler au renflouement du bateau. Elle fut confiée aux ingénieurs et à l'équipage du Stratcona sous la direction du capitaine Johnson. D'après des témoins, on a commencé par construire une sorte de caisson s'adaptant à la pointe du rocher, afin de pouvoir soulever un peu le devant du géant et refermer la plaie. Ces travaux ne pouvaient être effectués qu'à marée basse, lorsque la partie cassée était sèche. Ensuite "nous avons pompé l'eau de l'intérieur et passé un renfort sous la quille pour éviter qu'elle ne se brise en deux", après quoi nous avons essayé de le remettre à flot, mais nous n'y sommes pas parvenus. Trois semaines après l'accident, le JOURNAL de Montréal disait : Le Carolina, navire de la compagnie Richelieu, échoué il y a quelques semaines près de Tadoussac, est perdu. M. Rodolphe Forget, à qui nous avons parlé hier, a reçu une dépêche de Tadoussac déclarant qu'il n'y a plus d'espoir. Il a pris contact avec le capitaine Johnson, qui travaille au renflouement depuis l'accident. M. Johnson avait réussi à vider et fermer complètement le Carolina, mais le remorqueur Stratcona, propriété de M. Déry, n'a pu le sortir de sa mauvaise position. Il est fort probable que la Compagnie enlève tout ce qui se trouve à l’intérieur du navire et abandonne la coque. Mais rien n’est encore décidé. Il y aura une réunion spéciale des administrateurs de la société à ce sujet à 14h30 cet après-midi. Les pertes s'élèvent à 63 000 $ Pour autant, nous n’avons pas abandonné le jeu et, sans doute avec la collaboration des marées supérieures. nous finissons par sauver le navire. Le 9 octobre dernier, Le PROGRES pouvait annoncer : Le paquebot Carolina, qui s'était échoué à Passe-Pierre près de Tadoussac, a été renfloué mardi, à 2 h 30, par l'équipage de l'Algérien et les marins du Carolina sous les ordres du capitaine Johnson, qui surveillait les travaux. Le Carolina se trouve actuellement dans la baie de Tadoussac. De Tadoussac, le navire fut transporté jusqu'à Sorel, où il fut réparé en le reconstruisant presque entièrement, à tel point qu'il n'était plus reconnaissable lorsqu'il fut remis en service. Auparavant entraîné par des roues à aubes, il était équipé d'une hélice ; sa superstructure a été complètement modifiée, tout comme son mobilier et l'agencement des cabines et des salons. Par ailleurs, le Virginia a également été mis en cale sèche à l'automne, qui a également subi des transformations notables. Les noms des deux furent modifiés et au printemps 1904 ils reprirent du service sous les noms de Saint-Irénée et Murrav Bay. Laquelle était l'ancienne Caroline ? Seuls les initiés le savaient, et ceux qui, après le naufrage, avaient juré de ne plus jamais embarquer à bord ne parvenaient plus à y échapper. En fait, c'est la Caroline transformée qui s'appela Murray Bay et qui devint, quelques années plus tard, Cap Diamant. Écrit par Victor Tremblay. Plusieurs photographies ont été fournies par M. Roland Gagné, de Pointe-au-Pic. conservateur du Musée Laure-Conan, fils de Wilfrid Gagné. qui était second à bord du Carolina et dont la conduite dans cette circonstance lui valut d'être promu capitaine en 1904. Les autres photos proviennent des archives de la Société historique du Saguenay. Quelques textes de "Saguenayensia" publiés en octobre 1968 (disponibles en ligne) et publication Facebook du Musée du Fjord en août 2020. THOR to the rescue! Anse à L'Eau, Tadoussac THOR à votre secours ! Anse à L'Eau, Tadoussac Amazing, they have lifted the ship from it's precarious position and repaired the damage! Incroyable, ils ont soulevé le navire de sa position précaire et réparé les dégâts ! R&O Algerian helped with the restoration R&O Algérien aidé à la restauration Carolina became the Murray Bay La Caroline est devenue la Murray Bay Later the name was changed to Cape Diamond Plus tard, le nom a été changé pour Cape Diamond Passe Pierre, Saguenay Catherine Rhodes, Katherine Mclennan, et Mary Stuart étaient dans la voiture quand il a dérapé et a tourné la tortue. Aucun des trois n'avait la moindre égratignure. À Cataraquai, Québec, Janvier 1920 ​ SS Linkmoor of London on Vache Reef 1922 <<Note Canoe 1924 - CSL Saguenay on Vache Reef. When I (Patrick O'Neill) asked my mother (Elizabeth Stevenson O'Neill) how the ship came to be on the beach, she said that it got lost in the fog and made a wrong turn. She said the ship was pulled off the beach at high tide. It would have been a different story if the ship had run up on the rocks ​ The Saguenay must have been holed below the water line, because (above) clearly it did not float the first time the tide came in, and the water came IN. ​ ​ 1924 - CSL Saguenay Vache Reef. Quand j'ai (Patrick O'Neill) demandé à ma mère (Elizabeth Stevenson O'Neill) comment le navire est venu pour être sur la plage, elle a dit qu'il s'est perdu dans le brouillard et fait un mauvais virage. Elle a déclaré que le navire a été retiré de la plage à marée haute. Il aurait été une autre histoire si le navire avait heurté les rochers. ​ Le Saguenay doit avoir été percé au-dessous de la ligne d'eau, parce que (ci-dessus) clairement il n'a pas flotté à la première marée haute, et l'eau est entrée au bateau! The next photo is beautiful. The collection of vessels tied together in Tadoussac Bay was a mystery, until the following explanation! This is very likely the rescue of the CSL Saguenay from the shipwreck above in 1924! ​ Jean-Pierre Charest: A rescue. On the left, the rescue schooner G.T.D., second of this name. It is next to the tug LORD STRATHCONA, in service since 1903. If this event is later than 1915, the rescue duo belongs to Quebec Salvage & Wrecking Ltd, formerly owned by Geo. T. Davie. I note the presence of steam between the tug Lord Strathcona and the ship. There would be at least one rescue boiler running to operate a pump, which could mean damage to the hull and water infiltration. La photo suivante est belle. La collection de navires attachés ensemble dans la baie de Tadoussac était un mystère, jusqu'à l'explication suivante! C'est très probablement le sauvetage du CSL Saguenay du naufrage au dessus en 1924! ​ Jean-Pierre Charest: Un sauvetage. À gauche, la goélette de sauvetage G.T.D., deuxième de ce nom. C'est à côté du remorqueur LORD STRATHCONA, en service depuis 1903. Si cet événement est postérieur à 1915, le duo de sauvetage appartient à Québec Salvage & Wrecking Ltd, anciennement propriété de Geo. T. Davie. Je note la présence de vapeur entre le remorqueur Lord Strathcona et le navire. Il y aurait au moins une chaudière de secours fonctionnant pour faire fonctionner une pompe, ce qui pourrait causer des dommages à la coque et à l'infiltration d'eau. ​ Noroua almost on the rocks! Noroua presque sur les rochers! In the late 1930's, Lewis Evans (Dad) was too close to the rocks when a ship went by, and he was swept onto the rocks. Luckily the Noroua landed in this pool, missing the rocks, and he was trapped there until the tide fell and rose again. Photo on the left by Camille Pacreau. Dans la fin des années 1930, Lewis Evans (papa) était trop près des rochers quand un bateau passait, et il a été emporté sur les rochers. Heureusement, le Noroua atterri dans cette piscine, manquant les rochers, et il y est resté coincé jusqu'à ce que la marée est tombé et a de nouveau augmenté. Photo sur la gauche par Camille Pacreau. CSL Tadoussac (Not a shipwreck) Tadoussac Church burned in 1940's (Pas un naufrage) Eglise Tadoussac brûlé dans les années 1940 (Thanks to Francis Lapointe) Collision of 10 June 1950 SS St Lawrence and Maria Perlina G Declaration of Paul Lapointe Tadoussac Cte Saguenay I have a fishery almost at Pointe Rouge, but slightly below. The evning of June 10, 1950, just before dinner, I was on the water in my boat, near my fishery, there was a thick fog. I heard for some time the foghorn of the St Lawrence. The St Lawrence blew regularly at short intervals. It seemed that the St Lawrence was coming up on the side where I was. I heard about three foghorn signals from a steamer coming down the Saguenay river. Before the collision, the St Lawrence gave three or four foghorn signals without response from the steamer. I heard the noise of the collision which seemed to be near the red "can" buoy, off the Pointe aux Vaches reef. I have read what is written here and I declare that it is the truth. Tadoussac, June 27 1950 Paul Lapointe Anchor 1 CSL Quebec Burns at the Wharf August 14, 1950 Although no one was ever prosecuted, the fire was believed to be arson, and seven people died. The tragedy could have been much worse but for the actions of the master, Cyril Burch. He decided against launching lifeboats out in the St Lawrence, instead sailing the ship to the dock in Tadoussac and disembarking the passengers. This fanned the flames and sealed the fate of the ship, but probably saved lives. CSL Québec brûlures au niveau du quai de Tadoussac 14 août 1950. Même si personne n'a jamais été poursuivi, le feu a été considéré comme un incendie criminel, et sept personnes sont mortes. La tragédie aurait pu être bien pire, mais pour les actions du maître, Cyril Burch. Il a décidé de ne lancer des canots de sauvetage dans le Saint-Laurent. Il a navigué le navire au quai de Tadoussac et le débarqué les passagers. Cette attisé les flammes et a scellé le sort du navire, mais a probablement sauvé des vies. Passengers being rescued - at first they only had one ladder, and a lot of people waiting to get off, but the photo at right is in a new location, another ladder was found. Les passagers étant sauvés - au début, ils n'avaient qu'une seule échelle, et beaucoup de gens qui attendent pour descendre, mais la photo à droite est dans un nouveau lieu, une autre échelle a été trouvé. View from Brynhyfryd - many people who were in Tadoussac in August 1950 have said they remember the event clearly, even if they were very young. Vue de Brynhyfryd - le nombre de personnes qui étaient a Tadoussac en Août 1950 ont dit qu'ils se souviennent clairement de l'événement, même si ils étaient très jeunes. The next day ​ Photos by Jack Molson ​ ​ Le prochain jour And a short movie! http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1ev07_ss-quebec-au-quai-de-tadoussac_news?GK_FACEBOOK_OG_HTML5=1 ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1ev07_ss-quebec-au-quai-de-tadoussac_news?GK_FACEBOOK_OG_HTML5=1 ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ August 15th, 1950, Ray Bailey and his family were driving to Tadoussac. As they drove along the north shore, they saw a column of smoke and wondered what it was. In those days the ferry left from Baie Ste Catherine, and when they got out on the Saguenay they saw the Quebec burning in the wharf at Tadoussac, and took a picture. Le 15 août 1950, Ray Bailey et sa famille conduisaient à Tadoussac. Ils ont conduit le long de la côte nord, ils ont vu une colonne de fumée et se sont demandés ce que c'était. A cette époque, le ferry quittait la baie Sainte-Catherine, et quand ils sortaient sur le Saguenay, ils virent le Québec brûler dans le quai à Tadoussac et ils prennent une photo. The next day, with a tug along side and a seaplane in the bay. ​ Then the aerial photo and an article in TIME August 28, 1950 Le lendemain, avec un remorqueur le long du côté et un hydravion dans la baie. Puis la photo aérienne et un article dans TIME 28 août 1950 CSL Tadoussac ended up buried in the sand in Dubai, eventually scrapped. For interesting stories about where the CSL boats ended up (Copenhagen etc) go to Flickr and do a search. CSL Tadoussac fini enterré dans le sable à Dubaï, finalement abandonné. Pour des histoires intéressantes sur l'endroit où les bateaux de la CSL fini (Copenhague etc) aller à Flickr et faire une recherche. ​ Merci Pat Desbiens pour cette photo, circa 1955? Anchor 2 1958 The "Lively Lady" an American schooner, ended up on Lark Reef in 1958. After running aground in fog, the tide went out and the boat lay down on its side, rocks punching holes in the hull. With help from many boaters from Tadoussac, the masts were cut off and the boat was righted and brought into the wharf in Tadoussac. I remember going to look at it (what a mess). The story we heard was that it was returned to Chicago and repaired, and was later destroyed by fire. (Photos by Lewis Evans and Scott Price) Le "Lively Lady" une goélette américaine, a frappé Lark Reef environ 1962. Après s'échouer dans le brouillard, la mer s'est retirée et le bateau couché sur le côté, roches percer des trous dans la coque. Avec l'aide de nombreux plaisanciers de Tadoussac, les mâts ont été coupés et le bateau a été redressé et mis en quai de Tadoussac. Je me souviens d'aller à regarder (quel gâchis). L'histoire que nous avons entendu, c'est qu'il a été retourné à Chicago et réparé, et a ensuite été détruit par un incendie. (Photos par Lewis Evans et Scott Price) From the Log of the Bonne Chance The first efforts to right the boat, setting up a boom to provide leverage, and putting barrels alongside (they leaked). Les premiers efforts pour soulever le bateau, la mise en place d'une boom un effet de levier, et de mettre de barils sur le côté (ils fuites). Coosie Price & the "Jamboree" Photos like this are full of information! The "Lively Lady" is on the sandbar, today this would be deep water. There's a souvenier shop, some 50's cars and trucks including Scott's station wagon, and Mr. Peck's "Redwing" and another boat that helped in the rescue. Photos comme cela sont plein d'informations! La «Lively Lady" est sur le barre de sable, aujourd'hui ce serait eau profonde. Il ya une boutique de souvenier, les voitures et les camions de 1950, et "Redwing" de M. Peck et un autre bateau qui a contribué au sauvetage. Le yacht d'un visiteur en vacances à Tadoussac a fait le reste Comme pour le Lucky Lady, bonne chose les habitants de Tadoussac a permis d'apprécier le challenge et l'aventure de la libérant de récif, car ils ont essentiellement aucun remerciement. Alors disons MERCI et bien fait Scott Price Lewis Evans Coosie Price Capt. Hovington Phillippe Therrien et M. Peck (Comme les enfants nous rimait "M. Peck par Heck va à la Wreck") et d'autres? As for the Lucky Lady, good thing the residents of Tadoussac were enjoying the challenge and the adventure of getting her off the reef because they essentially got no thanks. So let's say THANKS and Well Done to Scott Price Lewis Evans Coosie Price Capt. Hovington Phillippe Therrien and Mr. Peck (As kids we rhymed "Mr. Peck by Heck is going to the Wreck") and others? Circa 1960 CSL St Lawrence The St Lawrence on the sandbar! Remember when the CSL St Lawrence ran aground on the beach in Tadoussac? I was on the "Bonne Chance" coming down the Saguenay with Dad (so probably mid-1960s), and the St Lawrence was coming into the wharf. We waited for them (being smaller) so we were coming around behind them as they arrived at the wharf. We could hear the engines as they hit reverse to stop the boat as was the usual procedure, but instead of reverse the water shot out backwards from the props! The CSL boat shot forward and then stopped suddenly as it hit the sand bar. There was a slight pause and then a crash of broken glass as the dishes in the dining room hit the floor. ​ Thanks to Susie & Patrick for the photo! There we are in the Bonne Chance!! This was taken shortly after it happened. The captain has it full reverse, but he's hard aground. The steam/smoke from the ship has created a rainbow! Le Saint-Laurent sur ​​le banc de sable! Rappelez-vous quand la CSL St -Laurent s'est échoué sur la plage de Tadoussac ? J'étais sur la " Bonne Chance " descendre le Saguenay avec papa (probablement milieu des années 1960), et le Saint-Laurent venais dans le quai. Nous avons attendu pour eux (étant plus petit) afin que nous arrivions autour derrière eux comme ils sont arrivés au quai. Nous pouvions entendre les moteurs comme ils ont frappé inverse pour arrêter le bateau était la procédure habituelle, mais au lieu de renverser l'eau éjectés vers l'arrière des hélices! Le bateau de CSL tourné vers l'avant , puis s'arrêta brusquement comme il a frappé la barre de sable . Il y avait une légère pause, puis un accident de verre brisé comme les plats dans la salle à manger touchent le sol. ​ Merci à Susie & Patrick pour la photo ! Nous voilà à la Bonne Chance !! Cela a été pris peu de temps après que le bateau ait échoué à terre. Le capitaine a fait marche arrière à fond, mais il est durement échoué. La vapeur/fumée du navire a créé un arc-en-ciel ! The ferry came over to try to pull her off, but the tide was dropping and there was no hope. Another CSL boat (the Richelieu) arrived later and did a clever backwards docking, so the boats were stern-to-stern, and much partying ensued. We went down to the beach at low tide that evening and tried to carve our initials in the bottom. By morning it was gone, floating off at high tide in the night, no harm done. Les ferries sont venus pour essayer de la retirer, mais la marée est en baisse et il n'y avait pas d'espoir. Un autre bateau de CSL ( Richelieu ) est arrivé plus tard et a fait un accueil intelligent en arrière, de sorte que les bateaux étaient poupe à poupe , et bien faire la fête a suivi. Nous sommes allés à la plage à marée basse, ce soir-là et j'ai essayé de tailler nos initiales dans le fond . Au matin, il avait disparu, flottant au large à marée haute dans la nuit, pas de mal a été fait. Again, not a shipwreck, but a forest fire on La Boule, 1960-70's?. Note two different ferries. Encore une fois, pas un naufrage, mais un feu de forêt sur ​​La Boule, 1960-1970?. Remarque deux ferries différents. Not a shipwreck, but a car wreck from a ship! They said it was the first time they can remember losing a car, as if they'd forget? Pas un naufrage, mais un accident de voiture à partir d'un navire! Ils disaient que c'était la première fois qu'ils se souviennent de perdre une voiture, pensez-vous qu'ils oublient? Sometimes shipwrecks happen when one is preoccupied cooking hamburgers at Pte a la Croix and the tide is falling! Rescuers took some picnicers home while others waited until midnight, no damage done! August 2015 Parfois naufrages se produisent lorsque l'on est occupé à cuisiner des hamburgers à Pte à la Croix et la marée est en baisse! Certains ont été sauvés tandis que d'autres ont attendu jusqu'à minuit, aucun dommage fait! Août 2015 Unknown grounding on Vache Reef, gone the next day Échouement inconnu sur le récif de Vache, disparu le lendemain The Grosse Ile which was seen in Tadoussac a few years ago, was sailed by owner Didier Epars to the Caribbean, and was forced ashore in a storm in Cuba, the account of the event here https://www.facebook.com/groups/amateursgoelettesqc/search/?query=didier&epa=SEARCH_BOX It was recovered and is currently in the Cayman Islands awaiting insurance settlement. ​ ​ La Grosse Ile qui a été vue à Tadoussac il y a quelques années, a été emmenée par le propriétaire Didier Epars dans les Caraïbes, et a été jetée à terre dans une tempête à Cuba, le compte rendu de l'événement ici https://www.facebook.com/groups/amateursgoelettesqc/search/?query=didier&epa=SEARCH_BOX Il a été récupéré et se trouve actuellement dans les îles Caïmans en attente d'un règlement d'assurance. 87 NEXT PAGE

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