A MOMENT IN A LIFETIME
19 Years On Heron Island

For George and Stella

Foreword

Heron Island's Last Human Birth

The Legend Of The Phantom Ship Of The Baie Des Chaleurs

Some LaPointe Ancestry

The Mercier Connection

Beginning A New Life

The Island

The Children

Some Strange Occurances

The Day To Day Realities

Unforgettable Christmases

The Five Dresses

The Family Grows Larger

More Sons

The LeBlanc Fortune

The Last Son

The War Ends It All

Heron Island Today - a footnote

Last Word - The Legacy

Another Update On The Island and Some Photos

The War Ends It All

George was now forty-eight years old. He had served the country well in World War I.
There were more men volunteering to go to help than the army was able to outfit or equip.
The Canadian army had very little in the way of artillery, vehicles, aircraft or even uniforms, boots, and ammunition. It was not looking for more men to join.
But still George and the other men on Heron Island did not feel that they could sit passively in the comfortable little world that they had created while other men in their country were engaged in a war. They felt that they had to help in whatever way they could.
So the exodus began.


George left before Stella and the children. In the summer of 1940, the rest of the LaPointe family left Heron Island, perhaps forever, taking with them only what little they could load on what boats were available to them.
I was then about two years old and have no recollection of that day, but it must have been a sad one for some of the members of the family. Most of the things that had been accumulated over the years had to be left behind.
All of the memories, though, would be carried forever with those now leaving.


George and Stella only returned once, many years later. George walked silently on the beach, reliving who knows what memories. Stella returned to the old house, now with the floor caved in and the walls falling from the weather. There were reeds of young ash strewn about what used to be the kitchen, remnants of the days when the indians had moved in and used it as a shelter while making their baskets. She just quietly removed a small piece of the blue flowered wallpaper that she had so lovingly chosen from one of her catalogues and covered the walls with so many years before, when she and George and the children were young and ready to tackle anything that life could dish out.

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