Saturday, August 21, 2004
Margaret C. Melanson, The Melanson Story: Acadian Family, Acadian Times.
Alfred Silver, Three Hills Home (a novel about Beausoleil, recommended by a cousin when I said someone had asked me to find them a story about the deportation).
Friday, August 20, 2004
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
With some exceptions the Canadian French are the Chinese of the Eastern States. They care nothing for our institutions, civil, political, or educational. They do not come to make a home among us, to dwell with us as citizens, and so become a part of it; but their purpose is merely to sojourn a few years as aliens, touching us only at a single point, that of work, and, when they have gathered out of us what will satisfy their ends, to get them away to whence they came, and bestow it there. They are a horde of industrial invaders, not a stream of stable settlers. Voting with all that it implies, they care nothing about. Rarely does one of them become naturalized. They will not send their children to school if they can help it, but endeavor to crowd them into the mills at the earliest possible age.Cited by Gerard J. Brault, The French-Canadian Heritage in New England (Hanover, NH: University Press of New England, 1986), p. 68.
At the same time, Protestants targetted them for proselytizing. Methodists, Congregationalists, and Baptists were most active in this, identifying Protestantism with Americanism. Typical examples were the Protestant newspaper, Le Franco-Américain, published in Fall River in 1888, and Rev. Calvin E. Amaron of Massachusetts, author of The Evangelization of the French Canadians (1885), republished as Your Heritage, or New England Threatened (1891).
Not much different today; outside of Grand Pre last week the Evangeline Baptist Association were distributing tracts (along with lagniappe like mardi gras beads, candies, and mini Tabasco bottles) to those entering the park (see this article).
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
The concert began with a circle of Mi'kmaq drummers which transitioned into Zachary Richard's "Réveille," in which he was joined gradually by the other members of the evening's concert.
I'm in love with Edith Butler! It just took a simple rendition of "Le grain de mil."
"L'hymne à l'espoir."
Lennie Gallant doing "Ouvrez les Aboiteaux."
The two hours went by quickly--and stopped abruptly at 11:00 for the sake of the TV network. Then the clouds opened up, and we all ran for our cars.
The happy-go-lucky came wearing holsters packed with bottles of hot pepper sauce and bringing recipes for gumbo to distribute to cousins they had never met. The sincere carry dog-eared copies of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's epic poem "Evangeline" and miniature French dictionaries in their back pockets.Yes, I saw one Cajun with a holster of Tabasco. No, we are not "Evangeline's people" (she never existed). All of us at the CMA were sincere. I saw not a one with a copy of "Evangeline," dog-eared or otherwise.