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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.

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, 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

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.

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?

Wallace, Jack & Mary (Williams) Back to ALL Bios Bios in the works...I hope! ​

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

McCarter, Douglas Back to ALL Bios ​ G. Douglas McCarter 1935 – 1985 Doug was born to Mrs. G.A. (Edna Thakray) McCarter and Brig. General G.A. McCarter on May 13, 1935 in Ottawa, Ontario upon the return of the family from England in 1933. Doug’s older sister Sallie (Sara Jane) was born in Frimley, England while father “Nick” was in a course at the Staff College in Camberley at the time. Doug enjoyed a happy childhood attending the Rockliffe Park Public School and quickly became the man of the house while his father was involved in the war effort. At the age of 11 Doug accompanied his parents to Victoria, B.C. where his father Nick retired due to ailing health. Doug finished his schooling there at Glenlyon School and University School. In 1952 he enrolled into the Royal Military College in Kingston, Ontario following in his father’s footsteps. Upon graduating RMC in 1956, Doug attended McGill University to complete his engineering degree. Doug spent the following summer in Chilliwack, B.C. It was during this period at McGill that he met his future wife, Pam Smith, who was studying to be a nurse at the Royal Victoria Hospital, also in Montreal. After proposing to Pam in Tadoussac, Pam and Doug were married on August 23, 1958 at the Cathedral at Quebec City. Doug arranged for a full honour guard, all in RMC uniforms. In the end, Doug chose not to pursue a military career like his father. He first accepted a position with Bell Telephone in Ottawa causing the two to move there. In 1960, their first child, (Robert Douglas) was born. Regrettably in 1961 Doug’s father died suddenly. A few weeks later their second son (William Arnold) was born. Finally, twins (Susan Elizabeth and Michael Guy) were born in 1963. Shortly thereafter, Doug’s job took the family to Montreal where they found a home in Beaconsfield. In 1968 the family once again moved to Scarsdale, New York where Doug worked for a Canadian investment firm in Manhattan. Living in the suburbs, Doug became deeply involved in work and family. He coached soccer, was a Boy Scout leader, and taught Sunday School in addition to other functions at the Church of St. James the Less where at one time he also served as warden. Eventually Doug’s professional life saw him move to Mutual of America and other investment companies in the heart of Manhattan. On the twins’ 22nd birthday in 1985, while out running in preparation for one of many marathons he would run, Doug suffered a massive heart attack and died at home that day. He was a devoted husband and father. Michael McCarter

Evans, Trevor Ainslie & Dorothy (Rhodes) Back to ALL Bios ​ Trevor Ainslie Evans 1879 – 1939 Trevor Ainslie Evans was born in Montreal 31st December,1879 the son of the Very Reverend Thomas Lewis Frye Evans, Dean of Montreal and Maye Stewart Bethune. He married Dorothy Gwendolyn Esther Rhodes, the eldest daughter of Armitage Rhode in Quebec City in 1920s. He died in Montreal in 1939. As a boy Trevor spent the summers in Tadoussac as his father conducted Sunday services at the Tadoussac Protestant Chapel. He resided in the house currently owned by the Beattie family. In 1921 Dorothy and Trevor purchased ‘Ivanhoe’ from the Royal Trust Company the executors of the Estate of the late Alfred Piddington of Quebec City. Trevor attended High School of Montreal located on University Street. Trevor initially served with the Royal Victoria Rifles which, at the beginning of the First Great War amalgamated with several other Companies and Militia Regiments as the 1st Regiment, Royal Montreal Regiment. He went overseas and saw action at the Somme where he was injured. He recovered from his injuries at ‘Broadlands’ in England an estate owned by his Bethune cousins. After his return to Canada he established an insurance agency for the North American Insurance Company on St. Sacrement Street in Old Montreal. He was a member of the St. James’s Club in a building which was demolished to make way for the building of Place Ville Marie. During his summers in Tadoussac he played golf (left-handed) with his hickory shafted golf clubs. He regularly fished the last hour of the rising tide and first hour of the falling tide. Their children were Phoebe Maye Evans (Skutezky), Dorothy Ainslie Evans (Stephen), Trevor Lewis Armitage Evans and Rhodes Bethune (Tim) Evans. Dorothy Gwendolyn Esther Rhodes 1892 - 1977 Dorothy Rhodes was born 4th April 1892 in Quebec City. Dorothy was the daughter of Armitage Rhodes of Bemore House, Bergerville, QC. Dorothy spent her summers in Tadoussac with her family. Dorothy was ‘home schooled’ and then attended local schools before going to Miss Porter’s School in Farmington, Connecticut and then King’s Hall in Compton, Quebec. Dorothy served with the Canadian Expeditionary Force as a nursing sister during the First Great War. In 1921 Dorothy and Trevor purchased ‘Ivanhoe’ from the Royal Trust Company the executors of the Estate of the late Alfred Pittington of Quebec City. During the summers she managed her children Phoebe Maye Evans (Skutezky), Dorothy Ainslie Evans (Stephen), Trevor Lewis Armitage Evans and Rhodes Bethune (Tim) Evans and their many friends. When they had their own families, she welcomed her grandchildren and a list of chores and responsibilities. It was not uncommon for there to be 20 people for dinner. From Ainslie: Trevor Ainslie Evans - Born and died in Montreal, for many years an insurance agent in that city, He summered at Tadoussac in the original Lewis Evans cottage, with his father and mother, He participated in most sports, was an ardent fisherman, dabbled in poetry and water colour painting. He saw action in France (1914-1918), was twice wounded and convalesced in England at he home of his aunt and uncle, Edward and Stretta Price. The Saguenay River and Tadoussac and its people meant so much to him. He married Dorothy Rhodes and purchased Alfred Piddington’s property, which remains in the family. Michael Skutezky

Williams, Sidney Back to ALL Bios ​ Sydney Waldron Williams 1899 - 1972 Sydney Williams was born in Quebec City in 1899 and was the fourth child of Bishop Lennox Waldron Williams and Caroline Annie Rhodes. Sydney had an older brother James (Jimmy) who died at the battle of the Somme in 1916 and older sisters Mary and Gertrude. Sydney attended Quebec High School (Boy’s School) from 1908 until 1916. He was Head Prefect and was awarded the Governor General’s medal (for mathematics) and the Ann Ross Medal (for science). He attended Bishop’s University from 1916 until 1918 and then the Royal Military College from 1918 until 1921 (College Number 1394). Sydney finished his degree in Chemical Engineering at McGill University (as RMC could not grant degrees at the time) graduating in 1923. After graduation, Sydney worked for the Laurentide Paper Company in Grand Mere between 1923 and 1927. He then decided to follow in the footsteps of so many of his ancestors by pursuing a degree in theology at Bishop’s University (1927-1929). He was ordained a deacon in May 1929, and then a priest in 1930, by his father Bishop Lennox Williams at the cathedral in Quebec City. After a short courtship, Sydney married Enid Price in June 1929 and they had four children: Joan, Susan, Jimmy, and Sheila. Sydney was the curate for St Michael’s Church in Bournemouth, England between 1930 and 1932 before returning to work as the curate at the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity in Quebec City while his father was Bishop. From 1933 until 1940 Sydney became the incumbent at St John the Evangelist, in Shawinigan Falls. At the outbreak of war, and based on his previous military background, Sydney volunteered to serve and went overseas serving in the 66th Battery, 14th Field Regiment. While in England, Sydney worked as an instructor and he retired as a Major in 1944. He returned to his parish in Shawinigan as the Anglican Rector where he worked for many years until his retirement in 1967. In addition to an active Parish ministry, he served with great devotion on many Diocesan boards including the Executive Committee of Synod, Church Society, and the Pension Committee, as well as being a member of the Corporation of King’s Hall, Compton. Always a proud military man, in 1956, Sydney was made an Honorary Lt Col. of the 62nd Light Anti-Aircraft Regiment in Shawinigan. He was also the Honorary Chaplain for the RMC Club of Canada and would preside over many Remembrance Day Ceremonies at the College. The following quote comes from an article written for the RMC Review about Sydney: “His many friends knew him as a man of understanding and wit, and he is also remembered by a great many people for his help in times of their trouble. His strong faith and deep understanding enabled him to give both spiritual and practical comfort.” Sports were always a great interest of Sydney and as a young man, he was a member of the Bishop’s University hockey and basketball teams. Sydney was also a great marksman and won many prizes for target shooting. He was a member of the Rifle Team at both RMC and McGill University and started the gun club in Shawinigan. Later in life, he taught the police in Shawinigan how to shoot. He used this skill in retirement when he could often be found shooting rats at the dump in Tadoussac. Sydney spent his childhood summers in Tadoussac living with his parents. He was an avid golfer, tennis player, and canoeist. After his ordination, Sydney followed in the footsteps of his father by officiating the church services in July each summer until his retirement. On the death of his father, he inherited The Barn and spent his retirement playing bridge with Coosie and Ray Price and enjoying his children and grandchildren. He had a strong friendship with Dr Taylor, an American clergyman who visited Tadoussac for many years. Sydney died in St Anne’s Military Hospital in 1972 and was buried in Mount Hermon Cemetery in Quebec City. The reredos (panel behind the altar) in the Protestant Chapel in Tadoussac, was presented in his memory by the congregation. Sydney was a beloved minister and his kind and friendly nature left a mark on everyone he met. Tadoussac was blessed to have had such a fine man as their liturgical leader for so many years. Kevin Webster

Turcot, Percy & Marjorie (Webb) Back to ALL Bios ​ Marjorie Webb Turcot (1887 – 1976) Percy Turcot (1886 – 1983) Parents and Grandparents to • John Turcot (1920 – 2003) and Margaret Close o Cheryl/Ralph, John/Sue, David/Collette, Greg/Trudy • Elliott Turcot (1922 – 2019) and Peggy Durnford o Mary/Ron, Linda/Cameron, Michael • Peter Turcot (1925 – 2018) and Anne Dean o Wendy/Brian, Peggy/Scott, Peter, Chris/Christine, Susan/Chris • Joan Turcot (1928 – 1972) Marjorie’s sisters were Dorothy (Arthur Warburton) and Rachel (Dennis Stairs) Marjorie Webb grew up on 16 St. Denis street in Quebec City. As a nurse she served overseas from 1914 – 1919, spending significant time on the front lines at the Casualty Clearing Stations in France for which she was decorated with the Royal Red Cross. In a letter home to her mother, she wrote “I am sorry I have not been telling you about the work, it’s rather hard to write about. Lately since the tents were opened, we have been getting all the stretcher cases. The wounds are pretty hard to look at but you get used to it.” She was stationed at the front including spending time at the horrific Battle of the Somme. Percy Turcot, grew up in Quebec City and vacationed with his family in St. Irene. He also served on the front lines and was wounded in WW1 as a Captain. He went onto a career as a shipping executive with Mclean Kennedy, a shipping broker. In 1916, shortly after being commissioned to France from England he wrote to Marjorie: “It is a great feeling to at last feel you are going to try to do something. There is no truer saying than - The only man who is happy today is the man at the front.” Even at the age of 30, he needed permission from his mother as he was the sole supporter of his family. “I had a hard time getting my mother’s permission, but she said yes yesterday, I am now in for it. I was very hard on poor mother.” They were married on Nov 6, 1919 shortly after Marjorie returned from Europe. All four children were born in St. John, New Brunswick before moving to Montreal around 1930. Marjorie and Percy purchased their Tadoussac property from Rachel Stairs and built the existing Turcot house in 1946. Marjorie (and son Peter age 21) spent the summer in Tad overseeing the construction and building the path to the beach, while Percy working in the shipping business made sure that post war supplies were delivered. Tea time was a ritual with friends in the afternoon on the front yard in Tadoussac, and every Sunday in Westmount, with lots and lots of family. Grandchildren were given free run of the house on Belmont Ave., which included playing super eight family movies, ping pong games and watching Walt Disney. The house in Tad was often overflowing with guests and family. Marjorie was a prolific reader who loved picnics, berry picking and flowers. Percy was an avid sportsman. Rumour has it he would play 9 holes before work in St John NB every day. Both played tennis, golf and skied, but not on Sunday. They were opposites in so many ways and married for 57 years. Marjorie, a devoted Anglican, was serious and generous to a fault with a keen interest in everyone she met and interacted with. Percy attended the Catholic church and was a true Quebecer who lived his life full of “joie de vivre” … however one common trait, you were always warmly welcomed by both into their home…and “last touch” by Gammie’s cane was a game with the grandchildren on the way out the door. Betty Evans made the needlepoint seat cushion for one of the chairs at the front of the church in Tad in memory of Marjorie Turcot and the carved wooden top on the font at the back of the church was also given in her memory (carved by Pierre Tremblay). (MMT initials) Fun Facts Percy, having a career in the shipping business, would raise shipping flags with the help of his grandchildren, to salute the passing Headline ships on the Saguenay to see if they would toot their horn in response, which they did on occasion. The funnel colours for the Headline ships were black bearing the ‘Red Hand of Ulster’ with three drops of blood on a white shield. The bloody hand became a theme of many ghost stories told at Tad bonfires on the beach. Marjorie was one of the first women to vote in Canada. In 1917 The federal government granted limited war-time suffrage to enlisted women in 1917 (Military Voters Act, awarded the vote to women serving in the armed forces as well as nurses in the war) and followed with full suffrage for women in 1918. Chris Turcot (plus family!)