A translation by Judith Turcotte. After a first grade in a coeducational class, it became essential to transfer me to a school for boys only. Boys should be moved away from the girls. You never know even if you are seven years old. I was registered at Académie Saint-Michel, situated on Lorne (now condos), a … Lire plus
A translation by Judith Turcotte. I attended primary school in the fifties; at the time education was the responsibility of religious congregations. In first grade, I had to endure the teachings of the Sisters of the Holy Names of Jesus and Mary at école des Saints Anges on Logan Street in front of the park. Kindergarten … Lire plus
A translation by Judith Turcotte. We had our first television with a small delay. Other families in the neighbourhood had theirs before us. Nevertheless, television was part of our lives. When I was in first grade, the parents of one of the boys in the class already owned a television. He became very popular and … Lire plus
From generation to generation. A translation by Judith Turcotte. Saint-Lambert was and remains my hometown. I was born in Saint-Lambert and grew up on Oak Avenue south of Logan. My parents did not choose to live in this suburb, but my grandfather, Charles-Henri and my grandmother Hélène, came to settle here, he from Laval Street … Lire plus
The Good and the bad. A translation by Judith Turcotte. Being part of a large family has its advantages and disadvantages. We learn very young how to live in a community with both its good and bad sides. My parents did not have the choice of establishing a routine that we had to adhere to: … Lire plus
A translation by Judith Turcotte. Introduction Over the next few weeks, I will be publishing a series of texts on my life. These are not an autobiography, perish the thought. I simply wish to share certain events of my life that may help better understand my generation. I decided to initiate these publications while my … Lire plus