Who is Zazzy Allicor?

Hello everyone, well if you google zazzy allicor or zazzyallicor some of the results will bring you to blogs , to a newspaper, and maybe even some comments. What is so special about zazzy allicor? Well to me it is special because I am zazzy allicor on many sites. Now let me explain a little. First of all as most of you know I have a zazzle store . It is a store I started but never thought I could manage or succeed with it. It is another one of my hobbies as if I don't have enough. grin.  I wanted to start a blog relating to it and I thought of a lot of names but zazzyallicor had a ring to it ,at least I thought it did. So I created a blog on Zblog and used zazzyallicor. I need to find my password and start blogging there again, but right now I am surrounded by boxes, moving boxes. So I will get at my Zblog asap. Now recently as I was on twitter, yes I am on twitter but not as zazzyallicor I am there as alliecor, anyway I got a message that my twits about my products were being seen on a newspaper!  A newspaper? I thought to myself, how can that be possible, well I found out I could create my own newspaper, well of course I created one and named it what else but Zazzy Allicor's Newspaper, now this paper is not about me, I only have my comments but this paper focusses on other news and products.  Now I really got interested in this newspaper what other newspaper could I create? I know I will create something related to Genealogy because as you must know by now I love genealogy, am addicted to genealogy grin so I needed a new name ,could not call the paper zazzyallicor , so the next best thing was Allicor, so Allicor's Newspaper was formed. If you google these papers you will know they were created by me. Maybe there will be something of interest in them .

I am on Facebook but not under either of these names, you can find me through some of my Facebook groups, one is relating to genealogy called Trails of Our Ancestors, one is all about photos of New Brunswick, called Old Photos of New Brunswick Canada group, another one is Williams dit Bristol group, another one is Our Kitchen's Best Cookbook so if you are on Facebook come join me.

Back to genealogy ,I have a website I created quite some time back which I honestly should be adding new things on, it is called Acadian Roots its url is http://www.acadian-roots.com   There you will find lots of genealogy related items such as cemeteries of New Brunswick, a few from PEI, a few from Nova Scotia, some from USA, census, parish records, stories, photos,tragic stories and much more,so I hope you will stop by and check it out

Now my store url is http://www.zazzle.com/allicor*    ,I have lots of stuff there, so if you want to stop even to window shop please do so.

Do you think I am a busy lady? Well you don't know the half of it, I have two groups on yahoo, two genealogy groups, right now it is summertime so the groups are probably out on vacations one group is my main group it is called acadianrootsclub  we have over 500 members listed, not sure if they still stop by but that group is by invite only, I had to do that way because we were having trouble with it in the past so to avoid spam I made it private, and I have another group called petiteacadienne, that group was created as sort of a back door to get into my main group acadianrootsclub , there are quite a few members there also. Then I have a group called Chat n Brag on myfamily.com  which is also by inviite only, and has to be approved by the members that are there already. So am I busy yet? grin. Well now I have joined a lot of groups on Facebook too, Yvon Cyr has a great acadian cajun group, Louisiana has one too, I belong to Lorraine Coulombe's group, to United Kingdom groups, to Leger, Gallant,Richard, Chate groups, and I don't remember them all. Whew! No wonder I am tired. haha. And I am in the process of moving, so in case some of you are asking how come I am not seen too much? "Now you know the rest of the story".

I am sharing a few of my latest thing from my zazzle store hope you like them.

Chow for now

zazzyallicr  aka Allicor aka Aline......

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School Days & Genealogy

Like the song says "school days, school days, good old fashion school days. Reading and writing and Arithmetic" . And the song goes on. I remember when I was little oh so very very long ago. "grin"  I remember how excited and how nervous I was on the first day of school. Mom always made sure I had a new outfit to wear, new shoes, new dress, new coat. She kept on the tradition passed on by her mother. She told me that during her days, every spring and fall my grandmother would order their clothes from the old Eaton's Catalogues, she would order the clothes one size larger so that when the time came for the children to wear the clothes they would fit. In those days everyone wore hats, and Mom told me she remembers one year  grandmother had to go work and Mom waited for the order to arrive, as soon as it did, Mom got all dressed up, new dress, new stocking, new shoes and a new hat and she decided to walk to school thinking she had lots of time to get there. Arriving in school , she went inside and sat at her desk feeling so proud in her new outfit, she had barely sat down with the teacher rang the bell "Class Dismissed". Getting back to when I went to school, as I said the first day  I was nervous because I was having a new teacher and new classmates. I remember we had nuns teaching us, dressed in their black outfits,winter or summer, still in those black outfits. I often wondered if they were warm in those outfits. But it didn't stop them from doing things, I had a nun who used to go out at recess and play baseball with the kids (we used to call it bat the ball) and could this nun ever run. Back then it didn't cost as much as it does today to go to school, we didn't have to pay yearly fees like they do today. I don't know how parents with large families can afford it. And the higher the grades the more expensive it gets.  And we had no school buses to take us to school, and there were no school cancellations back then. I remember walking to school in a snowstorm, I would wear  skipants with my dress over them and Mom would tie a scarf over my mouth,along with mittens and a hat and off to school I went, over snow banks that back then were high and because I was little they seemed huge to me. Walking in the snow and sinking deep into it  but school was not cancelled and it was important to go.Once I got to school had to take off the skipants and the teacher would help with the scarf. I believe having a good education is a must, it is very important for the future. Now what does school have to do with genealogy? I went to the genealogy center a long while back and I found school papers that had my mother and my father listed with all the names of their classmates, age,grade, number of days absent, and the names of the teacher. I also found my first eight grades which I have copied and saved. These are good things to have and these are notes that should be added while doing our genealogy or family trees. I am sharing these stories with you so you will see that it would be nice for our grandchildren or great grandchildren to one day read about us, about our lives, our youth, our dreams ,our likes and dislikes and our favorite memories. Remember when we are gone, so are our memories so now is the time to write them down, and write them down in case someday we lose our memory.

Now as I usually do I would like to share a few products I created in my store at  http://www.zazzle.com/allicor*    Hope you liked todays blog . Until next time

Chow for now.

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Views on Adoptions

Today I would like to talk a little about adoptions. I believe it is a great thing for one to adopt a child, give it a home and lots of love. But there is something that I think should be taken into consideration and that is  knowing who the true parents are and to let the child know it. It is fine for the adoption parents to bring up the child as their own, I agree with it. But these days strange things can happen. The child that you adopt grows up and meets someone ,falls in love and marry. What if that child meets a sister or brother and they don't know it and they fall in love? This has happened before. I heard the story today but I had heard about a story a while back that these two teens met and fell in love and come to find out they were sister and brother. Can you imagine the shock it must have been to the both of them?  For the parents who are giving the child away, you don't want them to know who you are? I understand at the time you probably thought you had a good reason for giving the baby away, but you should always say when the child is old enough that he can find out who you are .Now days ,getting pregnant seems like an every day thing, it is not a scandal like the olden days, it is not hush hush.Many young girls get pregnant , many keep their babies but some give them away, you as a parent should let it be known you want the child to know where he comes from. Also another thing, if the adopted child gets sick maybe he or she inherited the sickness from their real parents, so again the real parents should be known. I am into genealogy so I personally think the child has a right to know his true ancestors. Remember ,even if the adopted child finds his birth parents, it doesn't mean he or she will love you less, you have brought the child up as your own, for all those years you were his parent , but that child will wonder and want to know one day where he or she came from. Let your adopted child know  the truth, let him or her decide if they want to go further with the information. There could be siblings out there somewhere wondering what happened to their brother or sister and maybe they would like to meet the child. If you as the real parent gave up the child because of the child's father, not wanting him to know where the child is, let that go, it is the child that is important, that child did not ask to be born but it was given life by you and that child should not be punished  and honestly should know its true parents. My sister adopted a baby girl and she did the right thing, when the baby was old enough she was told she was adopted and who her mother was, and this girl met her true mother and she doesn't love my sister any less for it. It seems to put a closure on unanswered questions.

Changing the subject now. I am still creating products, some of them I am proud of, you can find all of my stuff at http://www.zazzle.com/allicor*   ,

Chow for now Allicor

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Notorious Mom

There is a saying do the crime ,do the time. Have you ever wondered what your parents did when they were young? Have they ever shared things with you? I have had the pleasure of being able to sit down and talk with my Mom. She is 93 years old and with a mind that is unbelievable, so today I went to visit her . What did she do to be notorious? Well keep on reading. Anyway today we were on the subject of mice, and rats to being. Mom was telling me that when my younger brother was a baby, her cat brought in a rat and the rat got away, so Mom grabbed my baby brother put him on a chair and she got on the chair too. Next we began talking about snakes. Now snakes are not my favorite although when I was young the boys thought I wasn't afraid of them, so that was good because that way they never chased me with the snakes. Mom was telling me that when she went to school, the teacher had a cow bell and it rang quite loud and one day her cousin Augustin Pitre went in the field got a little green snake and he curled it under the bell. The teacher came in, lifted the bell to ring it, and lo and behold there was this little green snake looking at her. Of course she was terrified and she made Augustine stay after class. What does this have to do with Mom? Keep reading. I could never imagine my Mom doing something she wasn't suppose to, after all she is my Mom and Mom's don't do these things. Mom continued to say that the teacher was always yelling at them and giving them a hard time, and Mom said the teacher always sat down on a feather filled cushion. One day Mom snuck into class when no one was around and she unsewed the lining of the feather filled cushion and she filled it with TACKS. Now the teacher later came into the classroom, and sat down on her cushion. Mom said she jumped up, and her face was all red. Now the other kids didn't have a clue who would do such a thing to the teacher, or wondered why they didn't have the same idea. Mom sat at her desk as innocent looking as she could, when school was over for the day, the kids all got up to leave. Teacher yells " Flossie sit down" No need to say that Mom was wondering how she knew it was her. Mom said she got the strap on both hands for being a notorious little girl who later grew up to be my very special Mom.

Now I want to share a few of my latest products that you can find in my store at http://www.zazzle.com/allicor*

 

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Escuminac Disaster

 

There are lots of stories about shipwrecks and marine disasters. We read about them in our books and hear about it on the radio or television but the most difficult tragedies to accept are those involving fishermen in small boats. Fishermen leave early in the mornings to fish in order to support their families. So it is a sad thing for communities, family and friends when disaster strikes. On June 19 1959 one of the worst fishing catastrophies in east coast waters occurred off the southern shore of Miramichi Bay at Escuminac New Brunswick Canada. On a fine Friday afternoon 54 small fishing boats left Escuminac to fish the salmon runs that occurred each June when the great Atlantic Salmon returned from the sea to go far up into the many branches of the Miramichi River. The weather office out of Halifax reported generally fine weather for the next few days. “Light winds increasing this afternoon to easterly 15.Cloudy with a few showers and fog patches. Visibility near 10 miles lowering in showers to 3 miles and in fog to near zero.” So the fishermen set out their nets and began their overnight drifting with the tide. Many of the men had taken their sons with them to fish over the weekend with the understanding that they would be back on shore late the next day to celebrate Father’s Day. Many did not return ,35 lives were lost to the bay that fateful weekend when a freak storm pounded the Gulf of St Lawrence leaving 26 widows and 83 orphans. Inshore fishing in 1959 did not involve ship to shore communication nor were the small boats equipped with radar or radios. As the weatherman began to predict bad weather conditions later that afternoon, the men at sea remained unaware of the storm and by nightfall with many vessels in the fleet far out in the bay, strong winds and huge waves started to swamp the fishing boats. Baie Sainte Anne fisherman Jack Doucet aboard his boat along with his 2 sons and 72 year old George Manuel were all thrown overboard by big wave that tipped the boat. The elder Manuel drowned right away but the 3 Doucets managed to reach the floating boat where they hung on for dear life. Captain Bernard Jenkins and his nephew Cyril on the boats spotted the overturned boat and managed to circle around throwing a rescue line that was caught by 17 year old Alphonse Doucet who passed to line to his younger brother Everett who was hauled in. A second line was tossed and caught again by Alphonse who passed the line to his father who was also saved. When the weather calmed a little another line was thrown to Alphonse who was also hauled to safety. Nobody could have anticipated the destructive force that raged through the night and into the next day turning the black sea into a killing field. With families of the fishermen waiting fearfully on shore, the storm continued into Saturday night and by Sunday search and rescue crafts had located and counted 22 lifeless boats amid the bay either broken or capsized in deep water. Only around half the boats returned safely to shore and many of the 35 missing at sea were never found and presumed drowned. One man who turned back that fateful day before the sea got too rough was Baie Sainte Anne fisherman and boxer Yvon Durelle who was a very famous Canadian who fought Archie Moore the previous year for the British & Canadian Lightweight Championship. He later considered himself lucky to be alive and often talked about the terrible disaster. If you would like to read more about this terrible disaster that befell the fishermen in Escuminac I found this article is a book called Looking Back by Dan Soucoup . There are other stories of interest in the book also, maybe your library may have it. I hope you have enjoyed reading today’s blog. Please share this blog with your friends, tweet it or blog it. It is a sad day in history that everyone should read about.

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Chow for now

Allicor

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Why Mom has Gray Hair

Why Mom Has Gray Hair

Well I went to visit Mom today, she is 93 with a memory that is unbelievable. I don’t think if and when I reach her age that I will remember who I am. Grin. Anyway today Mom was in a story telling mood. We were sitting at the table talking about our children and what they did when they were little. The stories were very interesting to hear. So Mom starts off her story about my brother ,I will declare his name and the end of this blog, just to keep you all interested. She said that when he was little he was always getting into some mischief, she continued saying “ We moved to a house that had a balcony and the balcony was made with posts,and there was this post that was a little wider than the rest and she said your brother stuck his head between the two post and he was stuck there, and he could not get out. Mom said she was a chicken back then, (hard to believe) and she didn’t know how to get his head back out. So she said there was this neighbor who noticed something was wrong and he came over and he said “do you need help?” Do I need help thought Mom, Yes I need help” So he went and got his saw and sawed the post and they rescued my brother. Then that never taught him a lesson. Would you believe that a few days later ,my brother ran up the street before Mom noticed and this lady said hey I just saw your son going up the street, now imagine he was just little three or four years old. So Mom went to get him and then she told my Dad.“You have to do something, can’t you build a fence with chicken wire in the back yard to keep him inside?” Sure replied Dad, so he build a nice little fence in the back yard with chicken wire. Guess what? My brother dug beneath the wire and crawled out. Another time ,my Mom wanted to take her frozen clothes off her close line and she told my sister to watch him. So Mom went out and took the clothes off the line and back then Mom used to buy big white cotton bags of flour and when she came in the house my sister was nowhere to be found and here was my brother with flour all over the floor, Mom said you couldn’t see him for the flour. And another time there were two little boys playing one was upstairs and one was downstairs so the boy upstairs was dropping a glove down the stairs and the boy downstairs would bring him back the glove. My brother picks up Dad’s hammer , drops in down the stairs hitting my sister on the forehead, she still wears the scars. As my brother got older he still did things that wer unbelievable he went fishing one day and another brother of mine went along. My brother tosses his line back and he felt something pulling on his line, he thought he had caught a fish but what he really caught was my other brother’s ear lobe. But all in all he did turn out to be a great brother who is loved by Mom and all his brothers and sisters. Are you still curious to know who he is? Hmmmm. Will tell you in a second. First of all I want to share a few of my products with you, you can find all these products at http://www.zazzle.com/allicor* Be prepared to see a lot of products there also.

I know there are a lot of my relatives and friends reading this blog, and you are all waiting patiently to know which brother of mine was this mischievous, well it was no other than my oldest brother Eddie. I do hope you enjoyed today’s blog.

Chow for now

Allicor.

 

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Who was Radisson?

I remember going to school when I was younger and learning about Radisson and Groseilliers but I forget what I learned. Back then all we wanted was to grade and finish school. But now I am older and a bit wiser because today I know history is very important. That is why I seem to push at everyone to make their mark in history, let people know about your life, your success stories ,about your family.

Anyway I have a book I bought quite a while ago and there is a chapter on Radisson and I would like to share it with you.

First of all imagine trying to contrive a novel about an early New World explorer whose hero might encompass the characteristics and adventures of Cooper’s Hawkeye or the real life of Daniel Boone. Imagine a hero who’s influence would span two continents, whose drive and determination would be the motivation force behind the visionary formation of a mercantile company that would exist for over 300 years. Imagine a hero who’s deeds could actually fill several action movies and seem to be almost larger than life. Our hero was the epitome of the early American frontiersman, he was a Davy Crockett who out crocketted this icon of our heartland. Image an explorer whose exploits would include such things as being the first white man to contact the Great Plains Indians, to see the Mississippi, to lead an expedition to James Bay, to visit the central plains of the US and Canada. He was a hero who’s life would seem almost too be believable. Put all these things together and you still probably could not equal the truth behind the life of Pierre-Esprit Radisson.

He was born in Paris in 1636, he imigrated to New France in 1651. One day he went

Hunting at the age of 15 in 1652 and he was captured by a roving band of Mohawks who took him to their village on Lake Champlain. Adopted into a warrior family and given the nickname Dodcan meaning Little Devil. He quickly learned the Amerindian language and ways. He accompanied the Mohawks on war parties against hostile tribes, in effect becoming a while Indian. While hunting with 3 Mohawks and a captive Algonquin, he and his fellow prisoner escaped by crushing the skulls of their companions. They were both recaptured, the Algonquin being executed on the spot and Radisson was brutally tortured; the soles of his feet were burned with heated irons, a red hot sword was driven through one of his feet and his fingernails were pulled off one at a time then his fingers were dipped into cans of hot coal. Children were beginning to chew his hands before he was rescued by his adopted family. He served as a Mohawk slave until he escaped to Fort Orange in Albany New York in 1653 and served the Dutch trading post as interpreter until he returned to Trois Riviere Quebec. It was there that he became partners with the experienced fur trader Grosseilliers. Grosseilliers had married Radisson’s half sister while Radisson was captive. In 1657 Radisson returned to Iroquois Country with missionaries and in 1658 again he escaped from Indian treachery. In 1659 he was the first white man to make contact with the Sioux, first white man to make contact with the Cree and the first to negotiate treaties with them, and first to penetrate into the great North Canadian forests. The story goes on and on. To be noted is that Radisson was a coureur de bois not to be mistaken for the more common voyageurs and he along with Grosselliers were among the earliest and most successful of fur traders. Radisson was later captured by Dutch pirates, he met the King of England, married two or three times, and he died in London in 1710.

I am sure you can read a lot more about this famous coureur de bois and his escapades, this bit of reading I found to be more interesting than what I learned in school. I hope you enjoyed today’s blog. I added a few products from my store at

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Have a great day

Chow for now

Allicor

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