Photos from John Bédard’s memorial back in September 2012.
Thérèse had left the nuns, and it was time to get married and have children. These black and white shots are from the mid to late fifties at various locales in Quebec.
Thérèse says you need to look at these color jewels!
A little over twenty black and white photos from the past.
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Old pictures from the archives. All from the mid to late sixties. Kodachrome lives!
“It’s been seven days since I last cried. I’m resigned to my fate. If they keep me, I stay. If they let me go, I leave.”
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My father knew when he left Quebec in April 1964 that he would never see his father, Delphis, again. He didn’t expect Delphis to die this soon when he wrote this letter . . .
You can read the letter in French and my shoddy English translation by clicking on this link.
On a bright Friday afternoon in April, probably right after lunch, my mother waited for me to come home from Kindergarten at Palmyra School.
To pass the time and to reach out to those she left in Québec, Thérèse sat down and wrote this letter in the backyard of 340 . . .
Note: This is a chapter from the book , written by John and Pierre Bedard. Thetford Park
In the right company, most sailors will tell you that vessels have a soul and react according to how they are treated. On my run, hundreds of miles from everywhere, little stands between my crew and infinity. I am the tie that binds them to their reality.
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