My grandmother is now 92 and lives at the Institut Universitaire de Gériatrie de Montréal. She often thinks my mom is her favorite sister, Yvette, and that I’m her niece. She always remembers who Liam is. Germaine is part of the reason I’m assimilated. I respect her nonetheless. Story for another post.

I’ve been trying to trace my maternal line. It’s frustrating. I have my paternal line all the way back to the 1650s — and then some (Prefontaine, Beauregard). But women are more invisible.  Rose Alba Guindon (1888-1961) > Alexina Perron (1865-1946) > Angele Sarrazin (1832-1886) > Anastasie Cyr (1804-?). Then I hit a dead end. Grrrrrr.