To all: The subject line seems very long -- but can be very concise. As I will be away over the New Year's weekend, I extend sincere New Year's 2005 greetings at this time. It is a time of looking back, but we must also look forward as I do, to passage of Bill S-18. We have worked hard -- but there seems to be more to do. Census petitions keep arriving -- I received one the other day and was surprised I knew every person who had signed it -- from Liverpool, Nova Scotia. LDS Family Centres and Genealogy Societies keep adding to the flow -- which I will be tabulating about January 15 or later, as the Senate of Canada resumes February 1, 2005. How about tying a string on your finger and make PETITIONS part of your New Year's weekend -- parties and family gatherings are great places to gather signatures -- remember, street addresses are not needed -- only Name, City, Country, Postal/Zip Code. http://www.globalgenealogy.com/Census/index.htm Addresses are posted where to send the completed petitions. Believe me, this is our ONLY way WE are able to speak in Ottawa. How about scanning the following sites and see if any need LETTERS House of Commons: [Postage is FREE] http://www.globalgenealogy.com/Census/Index6.htm Address:- Name/House of Commons/Ottawa, ON K1A 0A6 Senate of Canada: [Postage is FREE] http://www.globalgenealogy.com/Census/Senscore1.htm Address:- NAME, Senate of Canada, Ottawa, ON K1A 0A6 Do not waste your letter-writing time for those who have gained GOLD coloured symbols -- I feel they are committed. Also there may be a French translation of this memo for some areas. Above all, make contact with certain MPs and Senators and hope for answers. [I would prefer a copy of your letter and any answer - Gordon does the posting of symbols]. As there can often be too many emails for the regular mail lists, I suggest many might desire to become more involved, and subscribe to [email protected] [If Digest format is desired, change L to D - one word "subscribe" Also, anyone desiring to be a Canada Census committee member, please send a note to me at [email protected] http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~downhome/committee.html Happy New Year 2005 to all -- Let's help Senator Lorna Milne!! Muriel M. Davidson [email protected] Co-Chair, Canada Census Committee 25 Crestview Avenue, Brampton, ON L6W 2R8 http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~downhome/post1901census.htm

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Halifax Herald December 29, 2004 MacPHERSON, Michael Angus "Mike" - 93, Arisaig, Antigonish Co., passed away peacefully on Monday, December 27, 2004, in St. Martha's Regional Hospital, Antigonish. Born in Arisaig on July 21, 1911, Mike was a son of the late William and Sarah (Gillis) MacPherson. He was a farmer for most of his life as well as an avid trapper and hunter. In his early years he raised Red and Silver foxes. He enjoyed playing cards and was a lifelong fan and supporter of the St. Louis Cardinals. He was a faithful parishioner of St. Margaret's Parish, Arisaig. A kind, gentle and honest man, his greatest love was his family. He is survived by daughters, Mary (Jerome) MacEachern, Maryvale; Antigonish Co.; Moira MacPherson, Calgary; Karen (Alex) Chisholm, Halifax; sons, Bill (Brenda), Allan (Hughena), Michael (Cathy), all of Antigonish; Peter (Debbie), Calgary; Beaton (Tina), Thunder Bay, Ont.; David and Daniel, Arisaig; 19 grandchildren; sister, Annie (Mrs. Vincent MacDonald), Antigonish; nieces, Adelaide MacDonald, Toronto; Mora and Claire MacDonald, Antigonish; Florence MacDonald, Truro. He was predeceased by his wife, the former Mary Catherine Beaton; infant daughter, Eugenia; daughter-in-law, Mary MacDonald MacPherson; brothers, Hugh and Stephen; sisters, Mary Catherine, Sister Adelaide, Mary, Catherine, Lillian. Visitation 2-4, 7-9 p.m. today in MacIsaac Funeral Home, 61 Pleasant St., Antigonish. Liturgy of Christian Burial Thursday at 11 a.m. in St. Margaret of Scotland Church, Arisaig, Rev. Piotr Golinski and Rev. Gerard MacInnis presiding. Burial at a later date in the parish cemetery. Family flowers only please. Donations to the Antigonish and Area Homemakers, Victorian Order of Nurses Antigonish Branch or St. Margaret's Cemetery Fund. www.MacIsaacs.ca

This morning's storm?????? Smile. The blizzard is raging right now. Lots of wind and lots of snow. A day to relax, and hope the power does not go out. Ric

Thanks, Joe, and ditto your sentiments to all who have sent queries and contributed answers this past year. One question though. Could someone please explain to the U.S. cousins what the heck Boxing Day is :-)? Is it English in origin? Happy New Year! Mary (DeLorey) Ferguson ----- Original Message ----- From: Joe Makowiec To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, December 26, 2004 3:36 PM Subject: [Antigonish] Happy Boxing Day! Happy Boxing Day to all and sundry Antigonish researchers! I hope that this holiday season has provided you with warmth, joy and maybe another ancestor or two under the tree. Joe -- Joe Makowiec can be reached at: http://makowiec.org/contact/?Joe http://makowiec.org/ ==== CAN-NS-ANTIGONISH Mailing List ==== Antigonish County GenWeb Site http://www.rootsweb.com/~nsantigo/

I received a nice note thanking me for my greeting, and asking about the origins of Boxing Day. It's not clear what the origins are, but apparently one theory has it that the first weekday after Christmas was the day on which the household servants received a 'box' - gifts, food and maybe even a Christmas bonus. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boxing_day And to our friends in Nova Scotia and the Boston States - I hope you didn't get hit too hard with this morning's snow. Joe -- Joe Makowiec can be reached at: http://makowiec.org/contact/?Joe http://makowiec.org/

Happy Boxing Day to all and sundry Antigonish researchers! I hope that this holiday season has provided you with warmth, joy and maybe another ancestor or two under the tree. Joe -- Joe Makowiec can be reached at: http://makowiec.org/contact/?Joe http://makowiec.org/

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Marleen, You made my day! My mother's grandfather Angus Cameron was born in Addington Forks, son of Dougall Cameron and Catherine MacDonald. Your kind submission of stories from The Casket will be printed out and enjoyed by both of us during my Christmas holiday in Leamington, Ontario. A very happy Christmas to everyone on the list. Katherine Paterson Toronto ON

The second blacksmith at The Forks was John MacRae. A good deal of his work consisted of turning out the iron for the carriages which were built by his brother Murdock, in his workshop by the river bank, just at the bridge. Besides making carriages Murdock was official coffin-maker for the community. He always knew just when he was about to be called on to make a coffin. According to tradition when anyone in the neighborhood was about to die, MacRae's right would get restless and presently would commence moving back and forth as if guiding a plane. On receiving this advance notice Murdock would go over his stock of pine lumber and pick out some suitable boards. Likely as not he would be at work on the job when the bereaved relative arrived to place the order. It came to be known, of course, that Murdock had the sanction of the spirit world for his work and he got all the trade. In a day when the telephone was as yet unthought of, it was a great saving of time to deal with a man who was on the inside in a matter of such grave importance. There was another carriage-maker named Pushee, and he married Kate MacLean, daughter of Ronald the turner. Pushee died and in time, his widow married Lauchie Cameron, a carriage maker from the South River, who moved in and took over the Pushee business. Angus Cameron, blacksmith was a brother of Lauchie. Donald MacInnis, son of Duncan, son of Donald, pioneer, Cross Roads Ohio, was a tailor at The Forks. The tannery at The Forks was run by John Baxter, who was also by trade a harness maker. Practically all the harness in the country was made by Mr. Baxter. He did tanning for his customers on the halves. Some years after his death the business was taken over by Alexander MacLellan, whose widow now occupies the property. A building lot at the west end of the village had been set aside by John Cameron to be used for a meeting house when the protestant population grew large enough to make the building of a church desirable. But the population in general failed to increase, and the church was never built. A little house was built there instead, and in it lived the village weaver and spinner, Sarah MacPherson, affectionately remembered as "Sarah Dougald". Her industry was proverbial and the pounding of her loom could be heard all day long. But if The Forks had no church it had at least a cemetery. It was a quarter mile from the settlement, on the side of a hill overlooking the house now occupied by Hugh MacLellan. Its neighborhood today is all grown up in spruce, and the graveyard overrun. A few headstones are still standing, recording the passing of the MacDonald's of a century ago. Half a mile away on the northwest the MacDonald boys had a grist, carding and saw mill on the James River, the finest of its kind in the country. A section of the old mill dam may still be seen there, but it is many a year since the mills were running. Ronald MacLean, the turner, was one of the pioneer settlers. It was at his hospitable home that the Bard MacLean died. He was taking supper with the family when he suddenly collapsed. The extensive flats at Addington Forks suggest to the soldier a parade ground, and it is a fact that in the olden days they were so used. At the western end there may still be seen the trenches thrown up by the militia as they got themselves in shape to repel the threatening Fenian invasion. A company of the First County of Sydney Regiment was filled by the young men of St. Joseph's parish, and once there was a great military field day at The Forks. It began with the drilling of the troops on the flat, and it ended with a great sham-battle. The whole regiment was engaged. In order that rivalry between different communities in the county might not give rise to trouble, two composite battalions were made up so that instead of a district facing a district, neighbour was pitted against neighbour. This was not so much fun but it was much safer. According to the rules of this make believe war, a soldier was out of action when an opponent had taken a bead on him and fired. The troops were using black powder charges (blanks of course) which made noise enough and gave off clouds of smoke. The battle was raging furiously when, peeping around a clump of stinking willie, the tailor saw his friend the shoemaker (now one of the enemy) approaching cautiously dragging his heavy musket. The tailor took careful aim and fired. The shoemaker jumped a foot in the air, and immediately prepared to charge. "Lie down, Big John," yelled the tailor. "I shot you. You're dead." "Act your age," retorted the shoemaker, priming his flintlock. "It takes more than death to stop a MacDonald." May I lose my thimble," called the tailor hotly, "if you're going to get away with a trick like that if you were four MacDonalds." He put three fingers of powder in the barrel and rammed after it a piece of tow the size of a handkerchief. The tow would burst from the gun barrel in flames, and he had some hope it might set Big John afire, and so repay him for his breach of military etiquette. In his excitement he forgot to remove the ramrod, and it was only the heavy charge of powder that saved him from murder. The musket kicked savagely, the barrel shot upward, and the ramrod instead of going through the shoemaker's heart merely lifted his hat from his head and carried it over toward the post road. There was a good deal of rum sold at The Forks. One of the prominent vendors was deaf, which one would expect to be a bad handicap in a business that had to be carried on on the quiet. But it did not turn out that way. The customer might arrive when the settlement was wrapped in sleep, but he had merely to stamp on the ground the ground and the proprietor would awaken with a start. The remainder of the transaction would be carried out in sign language easily enough. A few hundred yards to the southeast of the village a little brook drains from the Gaspereaux Lake into the West River. During May myriads of alewives pass up this narrow channel into the lake and the flat near the brook's mouth becomes a gathering place for the countryside. The young men go there in scores to dip out the gaspereaux with scoop nets, and to talk, and sing and romp between schools. In the olden days the village rumsellers found a fine market in this gathering. Rum had the same affect on human emotions then as it has now and often enough there were fights, which sometimes developed into feuds. But at last there came a night of terror. Fights broke out between individuals, their friends took up the quarrels, and finally there was a riot, with running blood and broken heads. Next day the countryside heard the story with shame. The gaspereaux brook was now pointed to as an evil place and for a time its popularity fell off badly. Next Sunday Father Ronald spoke in sorrow of the episode. A community which would permit that sort of thing, he said, lacked God's blessing and could not flourish. Even nature was shocked. According to old tales the gaspereaux in protest ceased to run, and for ten years or more were seen no more in the little brook. And everyone felt that the crime was indeed great when it caused gaspereaux to ignore tradition. In due course old age took the stalwart leaders of The Forks, and decay fell upon the village. Merry Christmas Everyone! Marleen ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marleen & Jim Hubley Rose & Thistle B & B 4143 South River Road Antigonish, NS B2G 2L4 Phone: 902-735-2225 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Flaming Youth The chief blacksmith was Donald MacDonald, a brother of Norman. His shop turned out iron work of various kinds and did a great volume of trade. Big Donald always had four or five apprentices, and these lads gave a tone to the life of the village such as one finds imparted in a university town nowadays by a group of lively students. James MacPherson, Antigonish, learned his trade with Big Donald, and was one of the boys who used to set The Forks by the years sixty years ago. The dressmaker, it is said, once had a rooster of which she was very proud. The bird possessed a voice which could be heard from the "Big Clearing" to the top of the "Highoes", and his coat of feathers was a gorgeous one. With Satan in their hearts the apprentices fell upon him one night, and the rooster became the chief feature in a banquet held in a clump of alders by the river bank. After completing this atrocity the lads took the rooster's head and the well-known tail feathers and placed them inside the fence that separated the dressmaker's yard from that of the tailor. A gentleman of a very peppery type indeed, the tailor resented being called a chicken thief by his angry neighbour the next day. He came back with some descriptive terms of his own, and by the time the question had been threshed out thoroughly the rooster was almost forgotten. Gaelic is a very expressive language. A few yards from the corner, now the Antigonish road, dwelt the shoemaker, an old country man named Campbell, who was known to the community as "Pike". Pike Campbell's religious convictions were different from those of the majority of his neighbours, and he was filled with zeal and easily aroused wrath. His Bible was a very precious possession, and it became very dog-eared during his life at The Forks. Many times daily, his hands sticky with cobblers' wax, Pike would get the book and quote, to settle an argument with some neighboring theologian. His opponents always listened patiently and then remarked that Scottish Bibles had no authority in Nova Scotia. From that point on the conversation would take on a personal note. Fit Guaranteed Campbell made shoes to measure but very often they did not fit. If they were too large he would tell the complaining customer to rub on sheep's tallow which would make things right. If they were too small, then tallow would make them bigger. Tallow in those days seemed to have some of the magic powers possessed today by beer, which makes one cool in summer and warm in winter. Pike had two sons, Duncan and Dougald. Duncan was very small in stature and was good-naturedly called "Tom Thumb" by his friends. In time, the corners wore off this name and Duncan became known to the countryside as "Tomb". Dougald went on the bench with his father, but Duncan had other ideas. There is a man like Tomb in every community and always will be until the trotting horse becomes extinct. He loved to drive horses, to trade horses, and to talk horses. Usually he owned a fine stepper on whom he practiced the arts which today would qualify him to open up a beauty parlor. Tomb had a mail contract, and that gave him some standing in the neighborhood, despite his lack of heroic size. Three times a week, snugly seated in his sulky, he would appear in the village post office to await the arrival of the Lochaber post from Antigonish. Presently the mail would be assorted and with a flourish of whip and a scattering of gravel - or mud - Tomb would set off on his route through the Keppoch. One day he learned he was to have a passenger, the good looking apprentice at the dressmaker's, who was returning to her mountain home for the weekend. It was an occasion of some importance. In the same situation today a young man would check up on his oil and gas, and see that his tires were no where near the blow-out stage. Tomb shined up the brass on his harness, and took the fancy stepper down to Big Donald's for a new set of shoes. Jim MacPherson was told to handle the job and, after a consultation with the other apprentices, he put the whole set on backwards. Tomb failed to notice and set off for the mountain road, his horse tracking in reverse, like Queen Maud's as she escaped over the ice from Winchester. It was the practice of the day as mailtime approached for runners from the various farms along the way to go out and look for Tomb's tracks in the dust of the highway. The Keppoch was a badly puzzled community that evening. Some unknown traveler in a sulky went down the road, but nobody went up. It was only when Tomb made the return trip after a comfortable evening at the home of his passenger that conditions were restored to normal. To be continued . . . -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marleen & Jim Hubley Rose & Thistle B & B 4143 South River Road Antigonish, NS B2G 2L4 Phone: 902-735-2225 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi List, In the spirit of Christmas I wish to share with you some stories of folks at The Forks. This article was published in the Casket in 1935 telling stories of the olden days. Because it is long I will break it up into 2 or 3 postings. I have underlined names to make them stand out in the text. I hope you enjoy the stories and that they bring a smile to your lips on this Christmas Season. Merry Christmas to All Marleen (MacDonald) Hubley Addington Forks The Casket, August 22, 1935 About a mile and a half from the parish church at St. Joseph's, on the highway leading to James River station from the valley of Ohio, the West River is crossed by an iron bridge. A short distance to the north, the road forks, one branch swinging sharply to the left towards Beaver Meadow, and the other veering off to the right and becoming the old mail route to Antigonish. Located near the crossroads today are two substantial dwellings, which wear pleasantly the dignity, conferred by age and good craftsmanship. These, the former homes of Norman MacDonald and John Cameron, are the sole remains of the village of Addington Forks. Three score years ago, The Forks was a trading centre of considerable importance - a self-contained community which gave the shiretown itself a hard run for honors as chief commercial centre of the county. The Forks was in a sense a shiretown itself. It was the only village located within the boundaries of the Hartshorn Grant, a tract of 28,000 acres taken up in 1804 by one Lawrence Hartshorn of Halifax. The southeast corner of the grant was near the present crossroads at Purl Brook. From there the line ran six miles towards the Keppoch Mountain to the westward, its southern line skirting the north side of the property of the late John MacDonald and R. A. MacDonald at St. Joseph's. Toward the north the tract extended to the James River hills. The grant recites that on April 29, 1796, Jotham Blanchard, Truro was given license to take possession of the land. Probably he lacked funds to go ahead with the settlement of the area, for nothing more was done for eight years. Then Blanchard was joined in the venture by Hartshorn, who was probably the financier of the firm, and the grant was made April 18, 1804. Blanchard received 5,750 acres, and Hartshorn 17, 250 acres. The conveyance has often been referred to as the Addington-Hartshorn grant, but there was no "Addington" about it, accept in an indirect way. Speculation in crown lands in previous years had resulted in a tightening up of the issuing of grants. It is probable that, Hartshorn had to deal directly with London in getting possession of his estate, and that the grant was arranged through the prime-minister, Henry Addington, first Lord Sidmouth. It was likely in complement to this noble that when the village came into being it was called Addington Forks. Tradition has it that the "forks" part of the title does not refer to the branch in the highway but to the river forks in the neighbourhood, where the Beaver and James streams within a few yards of each other join the waters of the West River. Nowadays, it is sometimes suggested that a return to the old self-contained community would solve the economic problems of the country. Seventy-five years ago, or so, Addington Forks was just the kind of place that the economists now have in mind. Its constituency had little need to go abroad for anything which the question of living in comfort called for. The village businessmen included two merchants, several blacksmiths, two carriage-makers, an undertaker, a turner, a shoemaker, a tanner and harness maker, a dressmaker, a weaver, a carpenter, a tailor, a miller, several rum-sellers and a horse trader. The chief business house was John Cameron's General Store. This was no mere crossroads emporium, where only the rude necessaries of life were vended. Quite the contrary. Of course, Cameron stocked in large quantities goods of the more useful type, ranging from wooden shoe pegs to "Pendleton's "Penasee", and Pictou Twist, but he was in addition an importer of rarer and more luxurious articles. The girls of the countryside could do their shopping there, sure to find a good range of dress silks, cotton stockings and hair ribbons. A gown from Paris nowadays can give its wearer no more confidence than could a Sunday dress sold by "Iain Camaran" in the olden days. The second store was carried on as a part time occupation by Norman MacDonald, school teacher, and man of letters. The teacher farmed his land and taught the young, wrote the letters of the community, and composed Gaelic verse of better than average quality in a day when bards were plentiful. In his spare time he once re-issued MacKenzie's "Beauties of Gaelic Poetry" and sold it around the countryside. He was likewise village postmaster and gauger for the parish. Tradition tells he once captured a still belonging to a local manufacturer and put it in his cellar for safe-keeping, while the wheels of the law were being set in motion. Next night the owner of the still gathered a party of his friends and they set out for the Forks to recover the plant. In the gauger's possession it was evidence that would send the owner to jail. When they came to the brow of the hill overlooking the Forks, the men, all young and perhaps a trifle wild, dropped to their knees and said the Rosary that Almighty God might deign to prevent serious harm to anyone in the scuffle for the "black pot". Then they pressed forward, surrounded Norman's house, and breaking in, seized the still. The gauger fought strongly, but was wounded in the arm and overpowered. Norman MacDonald taught nine years at Beaver Meadow and a term or two at Pinkietown. When John Cameron died his business was carried on for a while by his sons Hugh and Alex, but success passed them by, and eventually the store was closed, to remain vacant until time and weather brought about its destruction. Other merchants there in years that followed were Rory Archie Chisholm, Ashdale; Hugh John MacInnis, Dan and John MacDonald, Cross Roads Ohio. To be continued . . . -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marleen & Jim Hubley Rose & Thistle B & B 4143 South River Road Antigonish, NS B2G 2L4 Phone: 902-735-2225 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Halifax Herald December 20, 2004 CHISHOLM, John A. "Jackie" - 68, R.K. MacDonald Nursing Home, Antigonish, died Saturday, December 18, 2004, in the home. Born in Georgeville, Antigonish Co., he was a son of the late Andrew and Mary Agnes (MacInnis) Chisholm. Jackie was well-known as a painter in the local area for a number of years, and enjoyed games of darts at the Legion. Surviving are sisters, Isabel MacDonald, Georgeville, and Bernadette MacGillivray, Antigonish; a number of nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by son, Dwayne; sisters, Betty and Theresa Chisholm, and brothers, Charles, R.J. and Gordon. Visitation was held 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Sunday in MacIsaac Funeral Home, Antigonish. Mass of Christian Burial 10 a.m. today in R.K. MacDonald Chapel, Rev. Andrew Boyd presiding. Burial in St. Ninian's Cemetery. Donations to R.K. MacDonald Nursing Home Foundation. www.MacIsaacs.ca

The article "Tracing Strays from Maritime Canada,1860-1920," by Robert C. Fisher in Family Chronicle, March/April 2003, Volume 7, Number 4 provides, what I think, is an excellent explanation for the out-migration. A short quote: "Historians blame the emigration on economic failure in the 1860s and 70s which ended Maritime Canada's "golden age of wood, wind and sail". Timber and shipbuilding had made the region one of the world's leading centers of shipping and trade by 1860. But exports to the US fell sharply when demand dried up with the end of the Civil War and the cancellation in 1865 of the Reciprocity Agreement (which allowed free trade between the US and British North America). The collapse of the Maritime economy contrasted with rapid growth in the US, and central and western Canada. The article is not available on-line and you will have to purchase a copy of the magazine or find a copy in a library. While this explanation is general, I think you can find other areas besidesQuincy/Weymouth where clusters of Maritime emmigrants congregated. PS I'm one of many Tracadie-Weymouth descendants.

Halifax Herald December 18, 2004 WEBB, Michael B. - 55, South Side Harbour, Antigonish, died on December 13, 2004, at home. Born in Antigonish, he was a son of the late Michael I. and Violet (Laidlaw) Webb. Michael was co-owner of Mother Webb's Steak House in Lower South River. He is survived by daughter, Tara MacIsaac, Antigonish; son, Bernard James, British Columbia; sister, Barbara Lembo, Florida; brother, Gerry, Antigonish; sister-in-law, Isabel, Antigonish; nephews, Shaw, Scott and Michael Webb, Florida; Todd Webb, Antigonish; Blair Cormier, Indiana; great-niece, Brooklyn Webb, and great-nephew, Dallas Webb, Florida. Cremation has taken place. There will not be a visitation or funeral service. Memorial donations may be made to The Salvation Army or a charity of choice. On-line condolences: www.clcurry.com

Halifax Herald December 19, 2004 JULIAN, Stanley Joseph "Stan the Man" - 29, Paq'tnkek First Nation (Afton), Antigonish Co., passed away December 16, 2004, at home. Born in Antigonish, he was a son of Albert and Judy (Bernard) Julian. Stan was a commercial fisherman in the lobster, crab and herring fishery. He was an experienced scuba diver, diving for sea urchins and scallops. He was also a plumbing and drywall tradesman. Besides his parents, he is survived by sisters, Juliana (Mario), Paq'tnkek First Nation; Alicia (Bruce), Scarborough, Ont.; Tara, Peterborough, Ont.; brothers, Jay, Fredericton, N.B.; Colin, Halifax; Golipie, at home; nephew, Trent; godchild, Carol Ann Battiste. Visitation will be today in the home of his parents, 19 Mug-a-sun Rd., Paq'tnkek. Funeral service will be celebrated on Monday at 10:30 a.m. in Immaculate Conception Church, Heatherton, Ant Co., with Rev. Jude Nzekwe presiding. Burial will follow in St. Anne Cemetery, Summerside, Ant Co. On-line condolences: www.clcurry.com

>Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2004 06:20:20 -0700 >From: "Jacqueline Hillier" <[email protected]> >Source: [email protected] >Subject: Claire LEBLANC---Ottawa Citizen, Ottawa ON > > >LEBLANC, Claire Died peacefully on November 25, 2004, at the age of >eighty-six. Claire had been a resident of Villa Marguerite Nursing Home for >several years where she received competent and compassionate care. Claire >leaves behind her older sister, Lucile Sanderson (Antigonish, NS), and >nephews and nieces, George Sanderson (Ant.), Sylvia Mizgala (Ant.), Geri >MacLean (Calgary) and Steve Sanderson (Ottawa). Her great-nephews and >great-niece, Stanley, Eric, Brendan and Johanna also mourn her. Her parents, >Joseph Stephan Leblanc and Amanda Lafleur, and her older brothers, Pere >Gerard Leblanc cap. and Pere Lucien Leblanc cap, predeceased Claire. Claire >loved to travel and delighted especially in meeting people of different >cultures. She worked on Parliament Hill for many years and retired as >constituency secretary to Hon. Marc Lalonde MP, PC. A memorial service for >Claire Leblanc will be celebrated at 11:00 a.m. on Monday, Dec. 20, 2004 at >St. Francois d'Assise Parish, 20 Fairmont Ave., corner of Wellington St. >Ottawa. Donations to the Alzheimer Society would be appreciated by Claire's >family. Cooperative funeraire de l'Outaouais tel: 819-568-2425. fax: >819-568-2426. email: [email protected] >Published in the Ottawa Citizen from 12/15/2004 - 12/18/2004.