Saturday, March 31, 2012

Papa's Little Girl

She stood less than 5 feet tall when fully grown and shrunk more as she aged. A strong accent revealed her French-Canadian heritage.

“I am short because Maman ran out of goods. I was her 18th child, the baby of the family born in 1927.”

Nine chubby babies died as infants from fevers, nine survived.

“That is why Maman always wore black,” she explained.

“Papa worked as a lumberjack in the Ottawa valley until he saved enough money to buy a farm. He was a good father, always cheerful and optimistic. Anytime Maman was fretting about something he would put his arm around her and say,
“It’s not so bad now, everything will be fine."
And Maman would laugh." 

Her childhood was happy, surrounded by a large family. Papa used to carry her on around on his shoulders because she was so small.  Maman could plow a field as well a man and the children looked after each other outdoors while she worked. She kept a garden, made bread and big meals. Papa loved his animals and had to hire someone to slaughter them for food. The children had one outfit worn for school, play, church and sleeping until it was full of holes and had to be replaced. They were not rich in material goods but this was life in the 1930s in Eastern Ontario.

Papa sold the farm when he got older and died soon afterward. A sister took Maman in, but Maman would not eat and died at the the age of 84, a few months after Papa.

The tiny lady is now 84, sick, frail, and recent events are difficult to remember. Her children are too busy with work and life to visit much, but warm childhood memories bring a light to her eye and smile to her face.

“It’s not so bad now, everything will be fine.”

After all, she was Papa’s special little girl.


  1. Hi Ruth,

    My Mother in law tells the same story about my Sis In Law, she was sickly and small because I had no food during the war when I was pregnant with her.

    Today is day light savings, I never forget my first day light savings, because I didn't know about it. and went to church when people were coming out.

  2. Oh Ruth, this is a beautiful story. There are so many slowly slipping away with no mention (in writing) of their his/herstories.

  3. How wonderful for you to give her a voice, whether she knows it or not. Very touching,

  4. What a beautiful sweet story.

  5. Generations are distant yet somehow close. We see that as we get older ourselves more than when we are young.


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