Infamous - Prison Secrets - Part 1 of 2

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The 26 eclectic-genre short stories for my #AtoZChallenge are excerpts from travelogue notes by
novel character Gahlen, who first appeared in SHARDS OF MEMORY – Oral History in a Heartbeat.

Each A-to-Z daily post is a stand-alone tale - partly true, partly fiction.

INFAMOUS - PRISON SECRETS

Part 1 of 2 (the only non-standalone tale)

Genre: Religious War

(363 words)

In the seaport city of LaRochelle, no amount of bicycling could conjure up connections to ancestors from the 17^th century.

“What did you expect, Gahlen?” one sister asked in frustration. “A star ship to whisk you back to 1660?”

“Oui, Gahlen,” rose a deep voice from behind us. “What have you envisioned as representation of your ancestors? Possibly, this lighthouse will hold meaning for you, assuming you have a knight lurking in your background as most people do.”

Stunned by the gentleman’s comments, I mumbled, “Pardon, vous m'avez eu?”

“Oui. I address you, or another named Gahlen.”

“Are you suggesting LaRochelle still has something to offer those seeking ancestral ties?”

“I suggest the soil of this land holds many secrets,” came his cryptic response. “Residents during the 17^th century were a proud people, caught up in religious wars, though resistant to change. But through long suffering and agony, the resistance collapsed and LaRochelle with it.”

“How does that offer a sense of connection to ancestors?”

“Maybe you ask too much of simple peasants, working to feed sick and dying families while rulers of kingdoms fought over the right to decide which religion would allow them into the kingdom of heaven.”

The man appeared out of place, certainly not a tour guide. “Why are you here?” I asked.

“Pour quoi suis-je ici? I am here because this tower is here.” As he spoke, he pointed toward the bay encompassing the Port of LaRochelle.

The rounded structure with its towering steeple appeared to lack purpose, at least in the context of this unusual conversation. If there was a context. I had come to the uncomfortable conclusion that maybe the gentleman was mad.

“Ah,” he said, “you think I know not of what I speak. You may well be correct. I am the keeper of that once-infamous prison of condemned priests and other wrongdoers. The graffiti they carved into the walls would cause you young folk sleepless nights.”

The gentleman gestured for us to sit.

“Allow me to share with you a story about hidden treasure that you could not have imagined. My name is Paulus Villiers, a descendant of the keeper of much powerful knowledge.”

Part 2 of 2 tomorrow:

JUST LISTEN

(PRISON SECRETS Part 2)

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Q is for QUEBEC (LOWER CANADA) #AtoZChallenge

For this year's challenge, my theme is The Fun in Writing. Each of my 26 posts for April is aimed at
illustrating fun parts of an author's day. A writer doesn't only write.
Creating a story or an essay requires research, revision, editing, and lots and lots of coffee and chocolate.



Q is for QUEBEC (LOWER CANADA)

Over the past five years, I've been working on a genealogical novel that covers the homelands of my ancestors. During NaNoWriMo 2015, I added fifty thousand words to the mix (making me a NaNoWriMo WINNER! Yeah, me.) The weekly gathering place for the month of November was a movable feast. For the Sunday sessions, I experienced a new brewery in Waikiki, aptly named Waikiki Brewing Company . . . another reason I have so much fun writing!

 

Several of my ancestors immigrated to Quebec, which at the time was known as Lower Canada. Some of the ancestors emigrated from France, others from Ireland. A couple of these folks, one a descendant of emigrants from LaRochelle, France; the other a direct emigrant from Tipperary County, Ireland; met up in Wisconsin where they said, "I Do." The 1860 census lists them as Philis (Felix) and Margaret Plant with three children; directly below them are listed his parents, Francois and Phillis (Felicity) along with young Philis, Felix's first child. (From the names, you see why genealogy research gets confusing.)

Long before their marriage took place in Wisconsin, though, the French LaPlante folks who settled in Quebec had to break rocky ground for planting, and cut down trees to build shelter. No Walmart greeted them with shelves overflowing with hammers and protein drinks and fresh vegetables. These settlers were on their own to "make their own" with whatever they brought from the homeland. 

The Irish McKeough family escaped a cholera epidemic, along with an agricultural crisis that became known as the great potato famine. Immigrants traveled across stormy seas in cramped conditions before arriving in Lower Canada with only the meager belongings they were able to carry with them.

Quebec is known for its fur trade business, especially beaver pelts when the fur became the fashion statement of Europe during the 1800s. Also noteworthy is that the province of Quebec is famous for its thousands of lakes, formed during the deglaciation period beginning about 15,000 years ago.

 

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