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I seldom feature my family in a post. Today is an exception. I have not been able to concentrate on anything for several days. Hence a photograph of my great-grandmother, “mémère” Philomène, and my three siblings. Philomène made remedies using herbs and had been a midwife. She was a tiny blue-eyed woman. She did not live with us a very long time, but we loved her.

My Family
Thérèse, 3rd child
On my great-grandmother’s right side is my sister Thérèse. Thérèse died of septic shock in 2008. As a child, she had pale brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was a very sick child. An operation saved her life, but she remained extremely fragile. She started school when she was about nine. The classroom was the wrong environment for her. She was therefore educated privately. She was a born mathematician and a very good singer, a soprano. She fell in love at the age of 14 and married four years later. She gave birth to three daughters, but her youngest child died during open-heart surgery. That was so sad.
Diane, 4th child
On “mémère” Philomène’s left is my sister Diane. Diane was the brightest child in our family. She was blond, had and still has pale skin and yellowish eyes with, I believe, a tinge of blue. Diane was trained to be a secretary and was a secretary until she got married. She taught French once her three daughters were old enough.
However, at the age of 12, Diane participated in a theatre competition, at the provincial level, Quebec. She played a role in Thornton Wilder’s Our Town and Ralph Bellamy, the adjudicator, awarded her first prize: best actress. The troupe wanted to remove one actress to increase its chances of winning at the national level. That was a mistake. At any rate, removing one actress, my mother, meant removing my sister Diane. The Canadian Broadcasting Corporation offered Diane a television role, but we did not live in Montreal. My parents could not be persuaded to let her go. Diane is the mother of three very active girls.
Jean-Pierre, 1st Child
My brother, who is sitting on the floor, was also very blond. He had and has very pale skin and powder blue eyes. He joined the armed forces as soon as he could. However, he was in a car accident that killed all passengers, except him. He had a cut on his forehead but it took a few months before he realized it was an injury. The cut healed, but a piece of glass or metal had penetrated his forehead. It was removed when symptoms appeared and he recovered. My brother is an excellent singer, a bass-baritone. Jean-Pierre has been a businessman mainly. He has two sons and a daughter.
2nd Child
I am the little girl sitting on the floor smiling. I had black hair and hazel eyes. I still have hazel eyes. I loved studying and became a university teacher. I also studied music for a very long time. As a singer, I am an alto. We were a barbershop quartet.
Our parents loved us very much. I miss them.
Love to all of you. ♥
Plaisir d’amour composed by Jean Paul Martini
Kathleen Battle (Soprano)
Nancy Allen (Harp)

ca. 1881 — La Mist’ En Laire Book Illustration of Boys by Boutet de Monvel — Image by © Blue Lantern Studio/Corbis
© Micheline Walker
24 April 2016
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These are special stories. I am so pleased to meet members of your family, and, of course, the music is perfect. 🙂
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Thank you dear Gallivanta, We were four children and three of us were musically gifted. Diane wasn’t a singer, but she could sing the main melody and provided precious volume, not to mention her good looks and her effervescent personality, to our performances as a barbershop quartet. My brother and I were the “naturals.” We could harmonize anything and Thérèse was a fine and trained soprano. We had a short career as a quartet. It ended when my brother joined the armed forces. Mémère died of old age when she was 93. She had always worked very hard. Thank you for writing. 🙂
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Thank you
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Childhood was so find, despite the fact that we did not have hot water.
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Wonderful!
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This picture brings back happy memories. When I think of the care my mother took to keep us looking neat. She put ribbons in our hair and a bow tie on my brother. When I look at our relaxed faces, I remember a loving mother. These are happy children. Thank you David
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What a talented family.
The illustrations you show remind me of some of Kate Greenaway’s work. My three sisters and I had one or two of her books given to us, as I remember.
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Yes, they do. Maurice Boutet de Monvel and Kate Greenaway lived at approximately the same time, during the Golden Age of illustration, which happened in England mainly. There is no clutter in both Monvel and Kate Greenaway’s illustrations. Thank you Brian.
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My own favourites of that era are Arthur Rackham and Maxfield Parrish, though it’s a difficult list to choose from.
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Hello Bryan,
This is my second time I answer your comment. I probably hit the wrong button. The Golden Age of illustration gave us phenomenal books. They still fascinate us.
I hope you are well,
Micheline
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What a beautiful family and just the little you shared is a precious mountain of life fill with both sadness and joy.
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That picture is extremely revealing. Yes there was both sadness and joy. As my sister Thérèse used to say: It’s a good thing we have one another. I look at the picture and think: These are happy children who loved their great-grandmother and whoever took the photograph. Thank you for writing. 🙂
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It was the Golden Age of illustration, particularly Britain where children’s literature flourished. I am an admirer of Arthur Rackham.
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I admire your spirit. 🙂
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Thank you Kev. How kind of you. Best regards, Micheline 🙂
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