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A Montreal businessman who used to bring his family to Bayview Cottage in the summers Ransom, Howard Henry A Montreal businessman who used to bring his family to Bayview Cottage in the summers Back to ALL Bios Howard Henry Ransom - 1867 – 1925 Howard Henry Ransom was born on 2 April 1867, in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, when his father, Howard Ransom, was twenty-nine and his mother, Maria Benallack, was twenty-one. He is listed as having been a merchant in Montreal and in 1890 married Jane Parslow. They lived at 19 Melbourne Avenue in Westmount. Jane died childless, and on 14 April 1896, Howard married Isabella Linley who had been born on 9 December 1866, the daughter of Charles Linley and Isabella Jones. They had two children, Howard Charles Linley Ransom (1903 – 1976), and Audrey Isabel Gertrude (Scadding) Ransom (1904 – 1992). When in Tadoussac the Ransom family stayed at Bayview Cottage but it is not known whether Howard bought it from the Price family or rented it. Howard served on the Westmount City Board of Assessors for seventeen years and became its chairman. He was a member St. Mathias Church, was greatly interested in the Anglican Church, and for many years was lay secretary of the Synod of Montreal, taking an active part in deliberations. The family lived in Hochelaga, Quebec from 1901 for about twenty years and Howard became ill and died on May 10th, 1925 at the age of fifty-eight. It is presumed that they had moved to Montreal by that time because he is buried in Montreal. Isabella died on October 19th, 1945 in Westmount, and is also buried in Montreal. Source – Ancestors.FamilySearch.org The Ransom Family owned (or rented?) Bayview Cottage for many years in the 19teens through 1930's. Below Isabel (Linley) Ransom in dark glasses Back to ALL Bios

Born in Chile, Henry came to Canada with brother William to help run Price Brothers Lumber Price, Henry Edward & Helen Muriel (Gilmour) Born in Chile, Henry came to Canada with brother William to help run Price Brothers Lumber Back to ALL Bios Henry Edward Price 1869 – 1954 & Helen Muriel (Gilmour) 1879 – 1952 Henry Edward (Harry) Price was born in Zemita, Chile in 1869, the second son out of seven children of Henry Ferrier Price and Florence Stoker Rogerson. As with all his brothers and sisters, he was baptized in the Roman Catholic Church and had Roman Catholics stand proxy for their godparents. Little else is known about their childhood in Chile. At the age of eleven in 1880, he and his older brother William were sent from Chile to Wolfesfield in Sillery, Quebec to live with their uncles and aunts so they could be educated to take over the company, as none of the three Price Brothers and their sisters then living at Wolfesfield was married or had children. At the time the two boys arrived in Canada, they only spoke Spanish. As the aunts and uncles forbade them to speak Spanish to one another, they learned English in a hurry. From the stories Henry told his children, they were quite lonely. Henry attended Trinity College School, Port Hope from 1884 to 1888. After leaving TCS, he lived with his parents (who by then had moved to Canada from Chile) while attending Osgoode Hall Law School from which he graduated. Afterwards, he articled at the firm of Blake, Lash and Cassels, in Toronto. During the mid to late 1890s, he moved to Quebec City to become corporate legal counsel for Price Brothers and following the death of their uncle Evan John in 1899, his brother William became President of Price Brothers. Helen Muriel Gilmour was born in Quebec City in 1879 as the first child of John David Gilmour and Helen Shamberg Fraser. She was usually known as Mimi or Muriel and had two brothers Kenneth and Dudley born in 1881 and 1882 respectively. Her family had founded Allan Gilmour and Co. in Quebec in the 1820s. Muriel was the granddaughter of John Gilmour, a contemporary of the original William Price who arrived in Quebec in 1810 and was an equally renowned lumber merchant. Her mother, Helen Fraser, came from Port Hope in Ontario and was related to the Wotherspoon and Cumberland families. Much of Muriel’s childhood was spent in Port Hope, her mother’s hometown, where she was educated. Harry married Helen Muriel Gilmour in 1901 at St. Andrew’s Church in Quebec. He had to ask her three times to marry him before she finally accepted. All of their ten children, starting with Helen Florence were born in Quebec between 1902 and 1921. Their youngest daughter Joan died of diphtheria or scarlet fever in 1924. Harry was instrumental in founding the Quebec Golf Club, one of North America’s oldest. In 1915, it was compelled to move out of the Plains of Abraham and east to its present-day location near Montmorency Falls. In 1934, King George V granted it the privilege to add the “Royal” prefix to its name. In the winter Harry was a keen curler. They lived at 2 St. Denis Ave, 16 St. Denis Ave., and 269 Laurier Ave. At the time they were comfortably off, as their daughter Helen spoke of trips to Europe in 1913, 1921 and 1928. The wedding of her sister Enid to Sydney Williams at the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity in 1929 was a grand occasion. In the early 1920s, they were given the use of the house Casa Nueva (also known as the Harry Price House) in Tadoussac by Sir William Price after Harry and William’s mother, Florence Rogerson Price died. The only condition was understood to be that when their sister Terry was in Tadoussac she would stay at Casa Nueva and not next door at Fletcher Cottage. Harry was the Corporate Secretary of Price Brothers until the time of the depression when they lost their money with the bankruptcy of Price Brothers in 1933 because of their stockbroker's inability (or deliberate decision not) to sell all their investments when requested. During the depression, they had to take in boarders, but they never let their old Nanny go. She stayed with them until they both died when she went to live with Ida Price. Helen stayed with them for quite a while, as did Milly until she went off to Europe to join the war effort in 1941. Jimmy also remained with them until both his parents died. In 1948 they gave Jimmy the family house in Tadoussac in appreciation for all he had done for his parents. As a result of the financial difficulties, Muriel set up an investment account for all her children and grandchildren, which was managed by her son Jimmy, a stockbroker. This account continued throughout the lives of her children until 2008. During the 1940s tragedy unrelated to the war struck as three of their children died within five years. First Gilly was killed in an industrial accident at the Price Brothers mill in Riverbend in 1940. Evan was killed in an airplane accident in 1944, on his way to a funeral for a family friend. That same year Iso died in Ottawa after a long illness. During the war when their fathers were away in Europe, Harry visited all his Williams and Smith grandchildren every night to wish them good night. Many of their grandchildren remember Harry and Muriel in Tadoussac in the years after the war. Stories abound of Harry buying ice cream cones for his grandchildren on Cartier Avenue in Quebec or right before their lunch in Tadoussac. He also cheated while endlessly playing patience. They remember Muriel in Tadoussac for giving herself her daily needles for her diabetes after boiling them and yelling at Harry who was ten years older to tell him what he was supposed to be doing next. Some of their grandchildren lived with them finishing the grade twelve high school courses they needed to qualify for post-secondary education. They celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary in November 1951. Helen Muriel died in Quebec in 1952, when she suddenly collapsed on the way to bed with only her deaf husband in the house at the time. Help arrived shortly afterwards, however, when her son Jimmy arrived home. Henry Edward died at the Jeffrey Hale Hospital in Quebec in 1954. Greville Price The 2 group photos are interesting from Tadoussac point-of-view, because two of Henry and Muriel's children were Enid, who married Sidney Williams of the Rhodes Family, and Iso who married Guy Smith, so the Ballantynes, Campbells, and Williams are cousins of McCarters, Van Aylstyns and Youngers! It's complicated. First group is the Rhodes/Williams group circa 1940 ?, Frank Morewood, Jim Alexander, Gertrude (Williams)Alexander , ?, Sidney Williams Caroline Anne (Nan) (Rhodes) Williams, Henry and Helen Muriel Price, Lennox Williams, Enid (Price) Williams, Susan Williams (Webster) Nan Wallace (Leggat), Joan Williams (Ballantyne), Mary (Williams) Wallace, Jim Williams Second Group is the Iso (Price) Smith group including Pam Smith (McCarter) on the right, we need help with names! Back to ALL Bios

For many years Pierre was the much appreciated caretaker of the summer cottages in Tadoussac. Pendant de nombreuses années, Pierre a été le gardien très apprécié des chalets d’été de Tadoussac Tremblay, Pierre For many years Pierre was the much appreciated caretaker of the summer cottages in Tadoussac. Pendant de nombreuses années, Pierre a été le gardien très apprécié des chalets d’été de Tadoussac 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. Back to ALL Bios

A strong churchwoman and honoured volunteer, Jean spent much of her life bettering the lives of other people Aylan-Parker (Alexander) Jean Mary A strong churchwoman and honoured volunteer, Jean spent much of her life bettering the lives of other people Back to ALL Bios Jean Mary Aylan-Parker (nee Alexander) - 30 June, 1919 - 22 April, 2018 Jean was born at Bishopthorpe in Quebec City on 30 June, 1919. Her mother was Gertrude Alexander (nee Williams) and her Father was Brigadier General Ronald Okeden Alexander. Her grandfather, the Right Reverend Lennox Williams, 6th Anglican Bishop of Quebec, baptized her in the Tadoussac Chapel on 10 August, 1919. While growing up, since her father was in the military, Jean moved constantly. She lived in Kingston, Winnipeg, and Toronto. In Montreal she attended Trafalgar School and graduated at 16, and then a “finishing school”, where she studied business. Jean was a brilliant woman with many talents; and she didn’t waste any of them. Of course, in this day and age, she would have continued her education at college or university. Not in those days. One summer at Tadoussac while at Moulin a Baude for a picnic with Peggy Tindale, Billy Tindale and John Henderson, she was at the top of the waterfall to the east of the sand dunes. She slipped on a rock and over she went. She knocked out 5 teeth, broke her jaw, cracked her skull and had a few other sundry injuries. Since there was no medical staff in the town in those days, Jean was put aboard the Canada Steamship Cruise Line and taken up to Quebec City for repairs. She was probably one of the last debutantes of our society and, as was common at the time, one summer she toured Europe with her mother. She was also very proud of her Quebec heritage and spoke French fluently at various points in her life. Jean met John (Johnny) in the late 1930’s. Clive John Arthur Aylan-Parker was born in Lennoxville, Quebec on May 11, 1915. Upon graduating from Bishop’s University, he enlisted in the permanent forces of the Royal Canadian Regiment as a Lieutenant. Jean and John were married 18 November 1939 in Toronto by Bishop Williams just as the Second World War was beginning. At the time, if you were a military officer, and war broke out, your wife could accompany you. Consequently, as most women and children in England were crossing to Canada, Jean took a boat to England. Her first and second sons were born in England. Ronald Edward (March 28 1941) and James John (June 9, 1943). As the war was winding down, John suggested to Jean that she might want to go back to Canada before there was a huge rush when the war ended. Consequently, with the war still going on, and U-Boats in the Atlantic, Jean crossed the ocean with a 3-year-old, a 1-year-old and pregnant with a third and landed in Halifax. She then boarded a train (with the same 2 ½ children) and travelled right across Canada to stay with her mother and father, who just happened to live in Victoria, British Columbia. The third son, Edward Mears was born there on March 4, 1945. At the end of the war John joined Jean in Victoria and the group of five moved to Ontario. Jean was very artistic. She played the piano, sang in the church choir, was very good at sketching and was accomplished in needlework. One of the kneelers here in this chapel was done by Jean. Jean was blessed with a brilliant mind and a commitment to the betterment of society. Besides volunteering in her church and with Scouts Canada, she decided to learn Braille. Even though she was sighted, she became one of the leading transcribers for the CNIB. Besides books written in English, she also transcribed French, German and mathematics textbooks. Not stopping there, she began a group called the “Hand Highway” to support people with both a visual and hearing disability. She also precised in Braille, on a daily basis, a synopsis of the news garnered from the local newspaper. In recognition of these contributions, Jean was awarded the Arthur Napier Magill Distinguished Service Award in 1983. After Jean and John moved to St. Catharine’s in 1973, she also found time to volunteer at the local distress centre over a period of 11 years. Jean was honoured with the Mackenzie Chown-Robert Reinhart Award by the St. Catharine’s and District United Way for her distinguished service to the CNIB and the Distress Centre. Jean died on 22 April, 2018 in Hamilton, Ontario. She was predeceased by her husband, Major John Aylan-Parker, her brother-in-law, Edward Mears Aylan-Parker, her father, Brig. Gen. Ronald Okeden Alexander, her mother Gertrude Alexander (Williams) and her two brothers Flight Lieutenant James Okeden and Ronald Lennox. She leaves her eldest son, Ronald Edward Aylan-Parker (Barbara) of New Zealand, children Jennifer Jean, Jacqueline Beth and Alexandra Mary. Her second son, James John Aylan-Parker (Shirley) of Horseshoe Valley, Ontario, children Karen Michelle and Bradley James. And a third son Edward (Ted) and (Pamela) of Caledonia, Ontario, children Peter Edward and Christie Belle. She was also blessed with 14 great grandchildren. A memorial service was held at St. Paul’s Anglican Church, Caledonia, Ontario. Cremation took place and her ashes were interred in St. Catharine’s, Ontario beside her husband, John. “Rest well thou good and faithful servant.” Photos above Jean General Ron Alexander, Jim, Jean and Gertrude & ? Jean and Jim Jean, Jim and Gertrude in front of the old Brynhyfryd Photos Below Gertrude (Williams) Alexander, Lilybell Rhodes, Jean (Alexander) and John Aylan-Parker, Joan (Williams) Ballantyne, Nan (Wallace) Leggat, Mary (Williams) Wallace, Lennox Williams in front of the new Brynhyfryd Jean and 2 of her boys in Tadoussac Back to ALL Bios

Everyone's "Aunt Bill", she loved children and was like a second mother to her nephews, Harry and Frank Morewood Morewood, Gertrude Isobel (Billy) Everyone's "Aunt Bill", she loved children and was like a second mother to her nephews, Harry and Frank Morewood Back to ALL Bios Gertrude Isobel Morewood 1891 - 1977 Gertrude Isobel Morewood was born in Englewood, New Jersey, on June 13, 1891. She was the fourth child (of five) of Harry and Minnie Morewood, and throughout her life she was known as Bill or Billy. She trained as a nurse, but nothing is known about her working career. When she was about 18 years old, (1909) her parents moved the family to a house called Benmore, in Quebec City, which was the house her grandfather had bought in 1848. It is believed that Billy was interested in a Jewish man for some time, but marriage to him was not acceptable to her mother, and Billy never married. She loved small dogs and often had two. She was excellent at training them to do tricks and delighted many children by showing them what her dogs could do. She always kept a pack of small playing cards in her purse and in her house, she kept a drawer full of toys to amuse visiting children. She was a keen gardener and they had a large garden at Benmore with vegetables in the middle of a huge square border of flowers. There was also a large lily pond at Benmore that had been created by Billy. The pond had not only lilies, but also goldfish. In the fall she would capture as many goldfish as she could and they would spend the winter in a barrel in the basement at Benmore. In the spring she would usually find a few goldfish that had escaped the capturing procedure in the fall and had wintered in the pond, presumably by burrowing into the mud at the bottom. When Harry and Frank Morewood were small children, their Aunt Bill took them to Tadoussac each summer to their Uncle Frank (Morewood’s) newly built cottage (Windward). They would stay for a month under Billy’s care and thereby give parents Bobby and Margaret a break. They traveled on the CSL boats to get there and back, which was probably a good thing as she was not a gifted driver. She was so short she actually looked through the steering wheel in her car so perhaps being able to see properly was a difficulty for her. Billy had a strong love for children and was adored by them in return. In Tadoussac she often took numbers of children out in the Williams’s Whiteboat, rowing them about in the bay and around Pointe Rouge for picnics. Many people remember her joking and making kids laugh. She used to visit for days at a time when family members had babies, to help the mums in the first week or two at home. She was also known for helping older relatives as they became more helpless toward the end of their lives. At the de Salaberry house, Billy lived as an adult with her sister Nancy, who also never married. She was devoted to Nancy and looked after her until she died. The two of them used to make wooden jigsaw puzzles together. Aunt Bill, again, had a flower garden and a rock garden. After Nancy died in 1946, she invited her brother, Bobby, his wife, Margaret, and Harry and Frank to live with her at that house. Frank was about 12 years old and Harry 15 at that time. Aunt Bill continued to be very much a second mother to the two boys. There were a few disagreements between the two ladies of the house but it was mostly a harmonious relationship. The house had six bedrooms so there was plenty of room for everyone. Aunt Bill had a life-long friend whom she had met when she was training to be a nurse, who became an Anglican nun. Sister Jane Frances, usually called Peg, was a frequent visitor at Benmore and the de Salaberry house. Billy’s younger brother Bobby died in 1964. Aunt Bill and Margaret were alone – the boys now in their 30s had long since moved out – so they decided to sell the house and move into an apartment, not much more than a block away, on St. Louis Road. Aunt Bill died December 5, 1977 at the age of 86. Alan Evans Photo above With Carrie Rhodes (Morewood) on the dock Photo Below Godfrey Rhodes, Minny Morewood, Dorothy Rhodes (Evans), Amy Burstall, Billy Morewood, Carrie Rhodes (Morewood) Back to ALL Bios

Grandson of the original Willlis Russell, this Willis had a tragically short life Russell, Willis Robert Grandson of the original Willlis Russell, this Willis had a tragically short life Back to ALL Bios Willis Robert Russell 1887-1907 Willis Robert Russell was the son of William Edward Russell and Fanny Eliza Pope. He was the brother of Florence Louisa “Nonie” Russell and Mabel Emily Russell. We don’t know anything else about Willis Robert other than that he died in Quebec at age twenty from tuberculosis. Photo Mabel Emily Russell Scott, Florence Louisa Maude "Nonie" Russell Stevenson, Leslie Alan Russell (baby), Willis Robert Russell (seated), Fanny Eliza Pope Russell, Frederick Willis Hornsby Russell ~1900 Back to ALL Bios

A career military officer, Herbert lost his life in World War 1 in the Battle of Gallipoli Smith, Herbert Carington A career military officer, Herbert lost his life in World War 1 in the Battle of Gallipoli Back to ALL Bios Herbert Carington Smith 1866 - 1915 Herbert (Herbie) was born in Quebec City in 1866, the second son of Robert Herbert Smith and Amelia Jane LeMesurier. He attended the Royal Military College in Kingston, Ontario. He had a long and distinguished army career. He served in the Dublin Fusiliers for twenty-seven years, receiving his commission in 1910. He was stationed in Egypt in 1898, under Lord Kitchener, also in South Africa (1899-1902) and Aden (1903). As a Lieutenant-Colonel he was serving as commanding officer of the 2nd Hampshire Regiment in the Dardanelles when he was shot and killed during World War I at the Battle of Gallipoli, Turkey on April 25, 1915. He is buried at the Helles Memorial at the tip of the Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey. He was survived by his wife Helen (Lawton) and a daughter, Helen Carington 1910-1932. Eve Wickwire ~1894 the children George (1870), Herbert (1866) Robert Harcourt (1858), Amelia Blanche (1863, who married Sir William Price), Charles (1867) Arthur (1875), Edmund (1874) missing Edith (1862, who married Henry Baring Powel) Back to ALL Bios

Dr. and Mrs. Stevenson were well-known in Tadoussac for providing medical care to the local people Stevenson, Florence Louisa Maude "Nonie" (Russell) & Dr James Dr. and Mrs. Stevenson were well-known in Tadoussac for providing medical care to the local people Back to ALL Bios Florence Louisa Maude “Nonie” (Russell) 1877-1940 & Dr James Stevenson 1878-1957 Florence Louisa Maude Russell was born in Quebec in 1877, 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's 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 working 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. Ann Stevenson described her parents in her book Nose to the Window, excerpts from which appear below. “Dr Stevenson was born in Montreal in February 1878, the 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. Mum 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. 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 pregnancy, although as a girl she had shown considerable talent with oils. When she hated, she hated with every fibre 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. 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. 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 tranquillizers.) 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 was a fabulous cook and fed anyone and everyone who came in her door. 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." 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 boyfriends, 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 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. 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. Somehow, she who had seen so many people die, knew when her own time had come. She died that night. Dr James Stevenson remained at the Jeffrey Hale Hospital where he was the head surgeon. Although he had great compassion for the widows and the needy, he showed it in very practical ways. When he suspected that little Leontyne Déschênes at Tadoussac had tuberculosis of the hip, he took her out of the hands of the local ‘ramancheur’ (bonesetter) and brought her to Québec for six months of free hospitalization and care. If a person was poor, he never charged a cent. However, he made it up by charging the wealthy patients whatever the traffic would bear. He held free clinics on his weekends at Tadoussac, doing minor treatments on his front gallery. He was a skilful surgeon and a charter fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons (Canada).” ‘Nonie’ Russell and Dr. Stevenson had three daughters, all of whom married and eventually had their own cottages in Languedoc Park on land given to them by their cousin, Erie Russell Janes Languedoc. Margaret Stevenson married John Reilley, Elizabeth Stevenson married Lionel O’Neill, and Ann Stevenson married the Rev. Russell Dewart. ‘Nonie’ died in Quebec in 1940 and Dr. Stevenson died in Montreal in 1957. Brian Dewart (with excerpts from Ann Stevenson Dewart’s writings) Photos below The Stevenson sisters Ann (Dewart), Elizabeth (O'Neill) and Margaret (Reilley) The 3 families, with 8 of the grandchildren, Russell Dewart maybe taking the photo - mid 1950's Back to ALL Bios

Built the “Turcot House” in 1946 which they loved sharing with family and friends, especially hosting teas on the lawn. Both were decorated for their service in WW1. Turcot, Percy & Marjorie (Webb) Built the “Turcot House” in 1946 which they loved sharing with family and friends, especially hosting teas on the lawn. Both were decorated for their service in WW1. 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, who married Arthur Warburton, and Rachel who married Dennis Stairs and summered next door to Marjorie in what is now the Durnford’s cottage. Marjorie (Webb) and her husband Percival Turcot were the parents of four children, John (1920), Elliott (1922), Peter (1925), and Joan, (1928). The two who shared the cottage in Tadoussac were John and his wife Marjorie, and their children Cheryl, John, David and Greg, and Peter and Anne, and their children Wendy, Peggy, Peter, Chris, and Susan. Marjorie Webb grew up on St. Denis Street in Quebec City. As a nurse she served overseas from 1914 to 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. Irenée. He also served on the front lines in World War I as a Captain and was wounded. He went on to 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 thirty, 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 in 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 her son Peter, aged twenty-one, 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. Teatime was a ritual with friends in the afternoon in 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 Avenue, 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 nine holes of golf before work in St John, NB every day. Both played tennis, and golf, and skied, but not on Sunday. They were opposites in so many ways and yet married for fifty-seven 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 was you were always warmly welcomed by both into their home. “Last touch” by Gammie’s cane was always 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). 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 was followed by full suffrage for women in 1918.   Chris Turcot (plus family!) Back to ALL Bios

A glowing personality whose life was all too short Leggat, Robert William Leggat A glowing personality whose life was all too short Back to ALL Bios Robert William Leggat – May 14, 1987 – March 12, 2000 Robert William Leggat (Robbie) was born on May 14th, 1987, in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was the second son of Michael and Stephanie Leggat, had a younger brother Alex, and was predeceased by an older brother, Matthew. Robbie was a fine young man who was loved by all who knew him, both young and old. An infectious smile and glowing personality always met you upon greeting him. Robbie spent almost every summer of his life in Tadoussac and had many fond memories. He particularly liked playing golf at the Tadoussac Golf Club with his brother Alex and his dad. He enjoyed going on picnics to the “Flat Rocks”, swimming in the lake, hiking to “Bon Desir” and, of course, whale watching. He lost his first tooth at the age of 5 in Jannie Beattie’s back yard and was thrilled when the tooth fairy left a dollar under his pillow even though he didn’t put the tooth there for her. On March 12th, 2000, Michael, Stephanie and Alex lost Robbie in a tragic car accident while going on a ski vacation in Maine. He was a loving son and brother, a good friend, a talented piano player, a fine athlete (he was going to play in the NHL when he grew up!) and an excellent student. It is these attributes that we will forever hold in our hearts Back to ALL Bios

George was a great sportsman and had a very successful military career that took him around the world Smith, George Noel Carington George was a great sportsman and had a very successful military career that took him around the world Back to ALL Bios George Noel Carington Smith 1904 - 1988 The second of four children and eldest son of Charles and Aileen Carington Smith, Noel was born on Christmas Day and aptly named. The family lived at Montmorency Falls, where Noel’s lifelong love of the countryside was nurtured. There are stories of fifteen or twenty feet of snow in the winter - he had his own dog and sledge to cope with this - of eating maple syrup turned to a crispy mouthful in a bowl of deeply frozen snow, and of the magic of living close to the amazing waterfall which famously produces a huge cone of frozen spray in the winter. He was educated at Lower Canada College and then Upper Canada College, graduating in 1922. The next three years were spent training at the Royal Military College at Kingston. Noel decided to make his career in the British Army and in 1925 he moved to the United Kingdom and joined the Royal Artillery Regiment. As a young army officer, he was stationed in various places within the UK. In 1929 he was stationed in India and spent an interesting and active two years there. While there he famously shot dead a ‘man-eating' tiger that had killed two people in the local village. In those days this was a wonderful thing to have done, and he became quite a local hero. Even though the Royal Artillery was highly mechanized during the 1930s, horse riding ability was apparently considered very desirable and Noel proved to be fully capable of reaching an excellent standard. He took part in many horse races, often won, and had many silver trophies to display. When he was still new to British Horse Racing, his future father-in-law bet on him. At the end of the successful race, it turned out that this was the only winning ticket, so the odds were excellent. A win that boded well for his future, no doubt. It was in 1934 that he met Mary Falconer Donaldson, the youngest daughter of a Scottish shipowner, and in 1936 they were married. Army life involved a lot of moving around, and Noel and Mary were no exception. They had four children, Charles Falconer born in 1938, and Katherine Ann in 1940, at which point Mary and the two young children sailed the Atlantic to live in Kingston, Ontario, where they stayed until 1944. After the war, and by now back in Scotland, twins Robert and Rosemary were born in 1945. At the start of the war, Noel was the adjutant attached to a reserve Technical Assistance (T.A.) unit based in County Durham in the north of England, however, within a few months, he was posted to Kingston, as a Staff College instructor. After this, he commanded an artillery regiment during the invasion and conquest of Sicily. Later experiences included Anzio and Ortona. Just at the end of the war, he spent a short time in England, before his second spell in India. Here he became the Acting Commandant of the British Army College in Quetta, in what is now Pakistan, during the months leading up to Independence and Partition; a job that involved overseeing the movement of many thousands of Hindus to the south into safety in India - a huge logistical job, involving the requisitioning of several trains. In 1947 Noel decided to leave the army and he took up a civilian post in Perth, Scotland, administering the T.A. branch of the Scottish regiment, The Black Watch. He still loved riding, and for a while became Master of the Perthshire Drag Hunt. After six years he and Mary bought an arable farm, on which they built a new family-sized farmhouse, and Noel became a full-time farmer. There followed many happy years of farming, breeding Aberdeen Angus beef cattle and Scottish black-face sheep. Noel taught his children to ride, fish, and shoot, passing on his love of sports, horses, dogs, and the outdoors. He could now enjoy fishing and shooting too, and taking part in these two sports was something he continued after he retired from farming until his death in 1988. Ann Carington Smith Back to ALL Bios

A descendant of the Russell family, Ann and Russell served in the Tadoussac Chapel for many years Dewart, The Reverend Russell and Ann (Stevenson) A descendant of the Russell family, Ann and Russell served in the Tadoussac Chapel for many years Back to ALL Bios Ann (Stevenson) 1915 - 2008 & the Rev. Russell Dewart 1901 - 1997 Ann de Duplessis Stevenson was born in 1915 at 83 rue d’Auteuil in Quebec City, the daughter of Florence Louisa Maude Russell and Dr James Stevenson. The Stevenson sisters (Margaret, Ann, and Elizabeth) spent their childhood summers in Tadoussac staying at their grandmother's house in the village, the original family cottage Spruce Cliff built by their great-grandfather, Willis Russell in 1861. In 1922, Ann’s father, Dr Stevenson, had their own cottage built for his family in Languedoc Park on land given to them by their cousin, Erie Russell Languedoc. This cottage now remains in Margaret's family and is owned by Margaret's son, Dennis Reilley. In the late 1920s, Dr Stevenson built a second cottage nearby which now remains in Elizabeth's family (the O'Neill house). In 1938, Ann married a Bostonian, Russell Dewart - coincidently her third cousin (Ann was a direct descendant of Willis Russell and Russell was a direct descendant of Willis's brother, William Russell). When one of Russell’s sisters was getting married in Boston, Ann was sent to represent the Canadian branch of the family and was met at the train station by her future husband, Russell. Later, in the 1940s, Ann and Russell Dewart purchased Tivoli, the third Stevenson cottage (now the Dewart house). Tivoli has an interesting history. Shortly after World War I, Erie Languedoc had two square log cabins from the golf course moved on rollers to Tivoli's present location where she joined them together and rented it out. It was then bought from Erie Languedoc by Professor Maclean from Rochester, NY, who named it Tivoli. In 1945, Ann and Russell purchased the cottage from the professor and continued summering there every summer with their six children, Timothy, Alan, Brian, Ted, Beth, and Judy. Many years later, in the mid-1980s, Russell and Ann built their own little chalet across the road from Tivoli. Among Ann's additional pleasures were stimulating and philosophical conversations, exchanging aphorisms, delving into history, reading and writing, brisk walks, and sharing a cup of tea. Ann’s time spent with family at her summer home in Tadoussac was a source of great joy and spiritual renewal. She authored a self-published memoir Nose to the Window which included reflections, poems, letters, and anecdotes of her rich and vibrant life including much history of early Tadoussac and growing up in Quebec City. Russell Dewart, was asked to tell of his life for his 50th college anniversary and part of what Russell wrote is below: “… after getting a delayed degree at Harvard, I took the rather conventional business route of selling everything from rubber boots to investment counselling. The salesman whom my long-suffering wife married turned up a few years later in the pulpit with a round collar, but with few of the other less discernible attributes usually associated with the Ministry. I regard this complete change of direction as one of the many paradoxes of my life and makeup. Having entered the Episcopal Seminary in Cambridge at the age of forty-three it was hard for me to believe that I had spent twenty-three years as a parish priest when I retired (for the first time). While a clergyman’s life can be parochial and unexciting, I have found it a most challenging profession and one that is deeply rewarding. Perhaps the reason I say this is that the greatest joy I find in life is through my relationships with people of all ages and conditions - beginning of course with my own family and friends. The church records tell me that it has been my privilege to be called on to baptize, marry or bury some 1600 souls, and to present another 800 to the Bishop for Confirmation. These occasions for most individuals, as well as other times of tragedy and joy, are crucial and searching experiences. They are times when the clergyman is allowed to share some of the most significant moments in a family’s life together. For him, they provide the unique opportunity to do what he was ordained to do – to walk along with his people as one who serves. Because of this, and for what he himself has learned from them – these times are never forgotten. My entire Ministry has been here in Massachusetts - at Epiphany, Walpole; Grace Church, Chicopee, and St. Peter’s, Beverly. Since retiring in 1967, I have served part-time at the Old North Church in Boston where my father was Rector fifty years ago, and more recently as Interim Pastor at St. John’s, Beverly Farms. Throughout these years I have been blessed beyond measure with the kindness and appreciation of so many people in return for what little I on my own might give. God does work in mysterious ways. Other activities during the past fifty years have centred largely around my family and home. Since the war, we have spent some part of most summers at our cottage in Tadoussac, Quebec – where the Saguenay River joins the St. Lawrence. It is here where my wife came as a child and where we as a family have spent some of our happiest days. Now our children return there with their children and friends – to the place they consider their first home. We acquired our present home here, a small, cosy, New England house built originally by one Jeffrey Thistle, a planter, in 1668. Jeffrey built well but there is enough to keep me busy and happy in caring for his clapboard house and half-acre of land. It is here we expect to live out our days with occasional visits to our six children, and possibly further travel abroad if the spirit moves and the conditions are favourable. But we are quite content to remain where we are. There is a good stack of Vermont hardwood outside for our fireplaces; there are some fish left in the ocean a half-mile away. And we are surrounded by friends. Fortunately, Ann and I still enjoy good health and, most of the time, our sense of humour. We are able to pursue our individual interests and to look forward not to vegetating, but to making the most of what time is left to us in being useful and helpful to others in our own particular way. The Lord has been good to us; our life together has been a full and happy one.” Russell Dewart served faithfully as a summer rector for twenty-one years (1953-1974). He died in 1997 and Ann died eleven years later in 2008. Both are buried in the family plot in Mount Hermon Cemetery, Quebec. Brian Dewart Back to ALL Bios