 |
| Two-room schoolhouse François Bourassa and his sons built in 1886. |
Here is the last entry of François Bourassa's memoir, written about 1908:
SCHOOL CONSTRUCTION:
On January 26, 1886,
our school municipality voted overwhelmingly to borrow $4,000.00 to build three
schools, one in the village (no.1), one at our homestead three miles northeast
of the village (No. 2) and the third three miles southeast of the village (No. 3). In
March, they announced bids for the construction of the three schools would go
to one contractor and, according to the
specifications, the keys to be hand-delivered on October 1 for the opening of classes.
That same day I said to
Abdalah and Hector, "I think we should make a bid ourselves." They agreed.
I was given a copy of the specifications and began the calculations of all the
equipment needed for the three constructions. Armed with these calculations and
specifications I went to find Mr. Rolston from Kilarney [
Manitoba] (a French-speaking wood
merchant). He devoted himself to my calculations for an entire day, smoothing
out and making some additions, and then added 20 percent to the capital for
accidentals (something I had done for only 10 percent). I had a bid prepared by
Telletson, leaving blank the capital amount which I added myself, and submitted it
to the board on the morning the bids were to be opened. The board was composed
of Father Malo and two Anglos. We couldn't hope for any favors. It was certain
that in the event of a tie or even roughly close to submissions made by English-speakers,
we would be rejected. The board opened the meeting and requested the clerk
submit the submissions to them in the order received. The first one he
introduced was $2,800. He opened the second, which was Ried and Rowson's
$2,375.00; and then opened the third and final one, mine at $1,995.00. The two English-speakers
(Taswal and Smith) stared at each other for at least a minute. Taswal turned to
Ried, saying, "It’s impossible. There is too much difference in the submissions
to ignore. If Mr. Bourassa is willing to make a contract by giving the
guarantees, we will give to him." I told them, "It seems to me that
the guarantees are easy to give, because in your contract you will have to
advance to the contractor one third of the capital, in bulk, and the rest as
the work goes on. It seems to me that it's possible for me to give you
security for $6 or $7 hundred to prevent you from having ‘a fever’." Taswal
said to me, "Will you give us your personal property for security?"
"Yes, " I answered. “If it's not enough, I'll give you more."
They called on Telletson to have the contract prepared. Arriving to give them
security, I said to them: "First take my teams of grey mares harnessed to
my wagon." Taswal said, "I think we've had enough." Father commented,
"If Mr. Bourassa can’t meet the security, I will fill it in."
The contract was signed. It was easy to see that to have the contract, I had to
be very tight, a $100.00 lower even, we would not have had it. I was happy to
accept Abdalah and Hector as partners. For this we needed an act of
association. We went to Hulman's house and had this act prepared. By this act,
I became the main contractor. In my absence it would be Abdalah. Any hires would be made by me with their approval. When I worked with my horses,
I would be paid $5.00 a day. When I worked only with my hands, $3.00 a day.
Abdalah, with his hands only $2.75, and with his oxen, $1.50 more. Hector $2.50
and with his oxen $1.50 more. We paid ourselves wages every week as we would
with outside labor. If there was a deficit when the work was finished, we had
to fill it with a comparable percentage of what each of us contributed to the
work. If, on the contrary, once we finished, we had money left, we would share it,
divided by the amount each contributed, always making a division of the block
gains of the three partners. This act completed, I signed it. Abdalah too, but
Hector didn't want to. Yet he worked there as if he had signed.
 |
| Martineau had bought out Brunelle's grocery business. |
MEN’S PETTINESS: In the course of these three constructions (
a two-room schoolhouse and two one-room schoolhouses), I saw the
pettiness men will lower themselves to out of an
ambition for gain. I've suffered sometimes from attempted
shameful looting. From the beginning, when I was given one-third of my contract
amount of $665, it was Martineau who was the treasurer for our schools. When he
gave me this amount, he asked, "Do you have any objections, Mr. Bourassa,
to pay me the small account you owe to the store?" I replied, "You
know this money isn’t mine." "Whose is it if it's not yours?"
"God, you know that this is school money, not mine." "Yes, I
admit it, but it's not a large amount and I need it." I was ashamed of him
and I was outraged. I asked him how much I had in my account. He had prepared
the bill in advance. He took it and handed it to me. It was $11.75. I said,
"That's fine, give me a receipt." Which he did. I thought I was done
with this plundering. I was way-off. The buildings were all raised
and grounds of the first one banked [
for rain run-off, I suppose] as
mentioned by my contract, so I asked him for funds. He replied that there were
none. It was a Saturday, we had men to pay and we needed it ourselves. I asked,
"How is there no money? Where is the $4,000 school fund? Is it already
melted away in your hands?" He replied, "Do you think I keep this money in my
pockets? Give them vouchers. They can buy their needs with your vouchers."
"They don’t want vouchers, but money, and that's what I'm going to give
them." "Well give them some," he said. That's all I could get
out of him that day. If it weren't for Telletson, who lent me $50.00 for a few
days, I would certainly have defaulted that Saturday. I gave notice of my
grievance to the president of the schools, Taswal, who viewed it with severity.
That did not stop him from cajoling me, by trying to make me see that we Canadians
had to stick together. I told him, "You would commit fraud against the
poor working man, giving yourself 15 to 20 cents per dollar on these vouchers. “Vile
ratatouille,” [a French vegetable stew; or he played on the word ‘rat’], I told
him, “I make them work at a fixed price for money, and that's what they'll
get."
When our construction was completed, and even before, he criticized our work
as if he knew something about construction, in order to embarrass me on the
delivery of the three schoolhouses. Fortunately, I was dealing with a group more
honest than he was. Examination of everything was done with great care because Martineau’s criticisms had circulated. The group unanimously complimented
my work, to the shame of Martineau, who had made false
allegations to the directors themselves.
 |
| Hector and Horace Bourassa |
We had a lot of waste left - paint,
shingles, wood, nails and more. I told Hector, "You have not signed the
act of association, so don't do it [
now]; you have nothing to do with this waste."
He looked at me, but didn’t answer, still worried about there being a deficit. He was
paid to the last day. He had been aware there would be an account settlement regarding almost everything. Abdalah knew we would not have a deficit. Finally, Hector replied,
"I acted as though I had signed it. I did nothing less than Abdalah. As
for the accounts, I did what he did." I said, “Since you expected the same
treatment, it would have been more generous of you to have signed as he did."
I said, "You will both do the assessment of this waste, but I'll leave it
where it is if I find your appreciation is too high. Remember, I can use these leftovers
more advantageously than you. Others will see what I build with them. But don't
overdo it. I will either leave them to you or take them." The next day,
they presented me their assessment, which I accepted and gave them the
general account. This waste covered more than the share I was entitled to.
Because of the service of my horses and oxen,
the remaining fund of $49.50 went to me. It wasn't much. But taking into
account the summer wages made by each of us, and that more than three-quarters went
to the family, this business was important, allowing the entire family to stay
home [
rather than go off to the harvests]
. Only Horace did not
get in on this work, having left in March for Montreal with the plan to bring
back a bride. But her parents of his intended were strongly prejudiced against
the Northwest.
Having learned of his
coming, they met him on his arrival, and refused to reveal his
intentions to her. So much was said, he became discouraged, left and did not return.
She was one of my cousins who is still unmarried today (the year 1908).
ABDALAH DECIDES to REMARRY: Around August 8 [
1886], Abdalah [
whose wife Josephine, had died the previous November 12th] asked me if he could
get married. I was surprised. "Your mourning is not yet over, so how could
you spend precious time with such a person. Ah, ah! I did not give you any time
off [
from the school constructions]. With the deceased you sometimes whined. But this time if you take this woman you will have your
hair pulled out and grind your teeth more than you will laugh. It's none of my
business, so don’t talk to me about it anymore. I'm telling you she doesn't
suit you. Now that's it." [
Abdulah was 29 years old.]
 |
| Lindorf Bourassa (1866 Quebec-1946 Radville, Sask. Canada) |
 |
| Philomene Martin (1865 Quebec-1947 Radville, Sask. Canada) |
The following Monday, August 1886, Lindorf married Philomena Martin of
Saint-Leon, Manitoba [
but it appears they married in Rolette Co.]
.
We had dinner after the wedding, and it was a very pleasant afternoon. In the
evening we left to have supper at home. Several friends agreed to come with us,
among others, Father Malo, the Charbonneaus, Martin (customs officer), F.
Croteau, U. Turcotte, Cardinal, all accompanied by their wives (those who had
them), and the young McMannus and their sisters, Mr. Bibeau and his wife.
(Being unwell in July, I had written Horace [
still in Montreal] these details, telling him if he planned
to return to come back as soon as possible.) At ten at night, in the middle of
the party hubbub, someone cried out, "It's Horace!" He was standing
in the kitchen door, one shoulder leaned against the doorjamb, his head a
little low, his chin in his right hand, gazing back-and-forth at the doings in
the room, having trouble understanding what was going on. He had arrived by
Kilarney [
Killarney, Manitoba, above the border where the Canadian Pacific had recently laid tracks] and seeing the house heavily illuminated from afar, had said to himself,
"What's going on? Has Papa gotten worse or perhaps worse than that?"
He took a few moments to recover from the anxiety that had taken hold of him a
little before his arrival. Recovered from his alarm, he enthusiastically joined
the party.
About two hours later Father Malo took leave. Over the following four
hours Abdalah disappeared. The next day I learned that he had married Véronique
Paul, a neighbor, the same one he had talked to me about the week before. The
next day he came to tell me all this and that he was going to relocate to his
house. "Definitely," I said, "you have nothing better to
do." He settled down and took his little Stanislas [
his four-year old son], who was slightly
better [
from his skin infection] (the baby having died a few days after his mother the previous
November). My poor wife felt some relief at the departure of her son and
grandson. Unfortunately, this riddance did not last long. This child was too
much of an embarrassment for Veronique. Every day, she would bring him back. In December, with almost all Métis
moved for the winter into the woods, there was no life for Veronique here on
the prairie. They too had to move to the woods [
at Turtle Mountain]. What was done was done.
[I can find no photo of Abdulah or of Véronique Paul, or of Abdulah's son Stanislas. The Paul family were Métis (part French or Scottish and part Native American) and were some of the earliest residents at St. John. Here is a photo of Véronique's younger half-brother Alfred "Fred" Paul, his wife Clemence, and their child Clora, c. 1903. Véronique appears to have died childless. Abdullah married the widow Ellen (Brunelle) LaChapelle in 1895 and had numerous children by her.]
A GUARDIAN FOR ABDALAH’S SON: In March 1887, Abdulah came home complaining to his mother, telling her that he was afraid for Stanislas’ life, that Véronique
hated him enough that he feared accidents. His poor mother didn't know what to
say. In the evening she told me everything and told me that she would rather
take Stanislas back than risk what might happen. The next day I went into the
woods and said, "Tomorrow night go home. My intention is to take your
child under our protection. But to do that, I intend to establish conditions.
Your brothers and brothers-in-law will be present." [
Lumina had recently married our great-grandfather Omer Charbonneau.] "That's
good," he told me. I had Bruneau [
Bruno] and Méline Charbonneau [
Omer's brothers] ask him to come, as well as Lagassé. All were present on his arrival. I told them
that my wife and I were determined to take the boy under our protection, but I wanted an assembly of relatives to decide on a
guardian to be appointed. Moreover, let an assessment be made of what Abdalah
had on hand at the death of his late wife, and that it should be decided
and understood that the guardian will have custody of the small share belonging
to the deceased. Those assembled understood perfectly. (I had told them from the beginning I did not want to be
part of their decisions, but wanted them to understand the burden we were
accepting.) Proposed by Bruno Charbonneau, seconded by Lagassé, that F.X.A.
Bourassa, grandfather of little Stanislas Bourassa, is the guardian of the said child,
passed unanimously. On this resolution Abdalah became the subrogor guardian
[
the one yielding his parental rights] of his child.
Then they did the
evaluation. Abdalah listed the articles. The deceased [
Josephine]
had nothing to do with the entrance to the homestead [
she had remained in Montreal until later]. They rated the small [
spinning?]
wheel and furnishings at two hundred dollars. So, there was $100.00 for the child
to be granted to the guardian. Almost all of them seemed perplexed about this
decision. Lagassé said, "My friends, do you not find that the amount is
very small to be offered as a reward or as a gift to the guardian, who bears
such a burden, even if this child would remain with these protectors until
twenty-one years, good and obedient even, he will never have half of what it
will have cost, until the age of 15 to 16. (I've remembered these words many
times since and always will.) How many tears this child will make his poor
grandmother and his aunt Lumina shed.” I, also, became angry with him [
Stanislas] many
times. When he was twenty, I had brought home from the village the side of a buggy to replace one that was broken in two. I put it on my workbench, planning
to work on it when I had time. One day it was raining, and I went to finish my
work, only to find he had cut in half the new side I’d brought, just to get at
me. That and similar things he did to me during life. It is always an arduous
task for parents to raise a large family. I heard
Maman say, "I never had more
misery from my entire family as we did from this child." A father and a
mother try to forget the miseries endured during the raising of a family. But events such as these are difficult to forget. [
Stanislas eventually left his grandparents' farm, for he appears in the 1906 Souris, Manitoba census with his father, stepmother and numerous half-siblings. He does not appear in the 1900 U.S. census in the Turtle Mountain Reservation census in which Abdulah was listed as a 'hotel man'. His children are listed as being able to read, but not to write. Stanislas appears never to have married; he died in 1927 in Weyburn, Saskatchewan.]
YEAR 1887: My 1886 seed was 22
minots of wheat, 40 of oats, of 15 of
potatoes, 8 of barley, of a good garden. Yield was small: 9
minots per
acre for wheat, 39 for oats, 18 for barley, 215 for potatoes. Gardening was
average, too. But all were of good quality. The winter began very harshly on
November 15
th, which gave us a cold of 17 to 32 below zero,
continuing to vary throughout the winter. [
This was the terrible winter, called the Big Die-Up, that destroyed the great cattle herds of the West.]
 |
| Waiting For A Chinook by Charles Russell |
We did little work. A few logs for
carpentry.
I received an offer to build
a stable 50 feet by 24 and 12 feet high. Abdalah, having gone out for himself,
sold his share of it [
the construction business] to me. I had to complete the building I proposed to build
in the spring. We had a beautiful New Year's Day, clear, calm, but very cold.
As always, all children and the Charbonneaus, whom all of us, like them, began
to consider one big family, had a very beautiful party.
Work on the earth began
in April 1887. But we had a variable time. On the 8th I planted 12
minots
of wheat and the 20th another 12
minots, [
all of] my wheat seed for the year;
oats, 32
minots, barley 12
minots, and 10 of potatoes; a good
garden.
 |
| This is the church where my dad, Al Charbonneau, and his cousin, Red Charbonneau, were baptized. It was replaced in the early 1950s by the present church |
CONSTRUCTION OF A CHURCH: On April 3, 1888 [
sic], Father Malo summoned
together his parishioners for advice on the construction of a church and where
to locate it. After much deliberation it was [
decided to place it] at its present site.
It was decided to build it 30’ wide x 60’ in
length and 22 feet in height. At the same meeting, a body of trustees was
appointed as follows: Mr. Martin (Customs Officer), B.[
Bruno] Charbonneau, A.
Foussard, J. Croteau, W. Coghlan, F.X.A. Bourassa [
our memoirist] and the
Rev. Father Malo, president of this body. We adjourned until Sunday, the 17th,
with the agreement that each of us would prepare according to his views a plan with
these dimensions suitable for a church. On the 17th we met with our plans.
After everyone's examination it was unanimously resolved that my plan be
adopted with some modifications in the openings to reduce expenses. Father
asked me if I could prepare plans to determine the quantities of materials
needed for this construction [
and other costs]. I said, "Certainly,
I can, but you’re asking me to do a considerable amount of work, especially
since anyone can do it, based on this plan, using a scale of a quarter of an
inch to the foot. I'm positive that I can execute them perfectly well."
"Yes," he told me, "but we have no insight into what the
hardware will cost. Do you have an idea of that yourself?"
"Yes," I said, "it can't cost less than $900 and can reach
$1000.00." Then he said, "Ah, that," Father said, "and
then the way to do it." I answered, "I wouldn’t be able to do it for less than
$1200.00." He replied, "That’s impossible. You must advise otherwise.
I'm going to call on the entire parish to give free work, and everyone will pitch
in and we’ll get it done. Money is scarce; but through work everyone can
contribute, the Métis as well as the whites. They can bring logs the desired
length and size. Others will square them on two sides; others will saw them, making
the 2 x 6, 2 x 8, and 10, of desired lengths, the squared footings of oaks on
site. Under the circumstances, this is the most economical and practical
way." We had to go with that. Most agreed.
Sunday, the 24th, Father revealed
that plan to the parish and encouraged those, whose finances were too
embarrassed to contribute money, to show up the next day in order to do the work he’d just explained. Indeed, the next day there was confusion regarding
the appropriate places for everyone. They succeeded over time. Father made
arrangements to have me oversee the work. “Father, I can't,” I protested. “Building
the schools made me neglect my farm work. And I plan to build a barn this
summer. Maybe my sons can do it. Abdalah or Hector can, with my help from time
to time. But none of us wants to supervise this work for less than two dollars
a day." Old Jos. Desrochers offered to manage the laborers for a dollar
and a half, so he was entrusted with supervision. In June the body [
of the
church] was elevated . Prior to that date, there had been disputes among the
trustees regarding supervision and some points on construction. So much so that
[
Bruno] Charbonneau withdrew as a trustee by resigning.
After the body of the church was elevated [
likely the framing was put together on the ground, then raised like a barn-raising], the walls were constructed (30 x
60 and 22 feet high), without any bracing. [
Being made from trimmed logs, cut to fit, the walls were probably built from the ground up.] Martin and I protested, declaring
that these large sections would not stand up if they were not solidly braced [
with
joists]. They ignored our warnings and continued. They had not finished before
a great southerly wind arrived, blowing from one side to the other while they
were working. They hurriedly braced in several places, managing to keep the
walls up. When they had finished tucking, they began to lift the attic as an
ordinary barn roof was lifted, having removed all the large [joists or rafters]
that made the construction solid, having put only one small [
truss?] at
two thirds of the height of the rafters with a small cross board, above the [
truss?]
in the head of the rafters. [
Translating French language construction lingo is difficult for
the Internet application and for me.] My plan was much simpler, and did not cost half of what the
avalanche of wood that old Desrochers added to it, knowing no better than anyone.
Martin, seeing this, came to warn me. We summoned the trustees to meet that
evening. All were present (minus Charbonneau, no longer wanting to take part).
We told them that the fault was in removing the stabilizing force
[
trusses?]
that held this
building upright, that the original plan had what it took, no more, no less, to create
a stable building. It was useless.
These
old men knew nothing.
Immediately,
Martin and I submitted our resignations, no longer wanting to appear to support what
was happening. I withdrew, washing my hands of everything that was about to
happen. I did not regret my warnings. I had done everything I could to make
sure everything was fine. It was without remorse that I withdrew.
They continued
and covered the roof. In August we had a strong southerly wind that shifted the
building by more than 6 inches. It would have fallen had they not quickly
braced six 30-foot-long logs on the north side, holding the church upright. At
the beginning of September, we had a strong northwest wind that affected the
south side, helped by the braced logs set to the north side. They noticed just as
the church was shifting on the south side. Quickly they put logs on that side,
as they had in the north. Our good Father Malo began celebrating Mass in this rickety castle, and moved
into the addition, his future residence. It was clear
as daylight, the church could not last long.
 |
| John Ireland (b.1838 Kilkenney Co., Ireland- d.1918), Archbishop of St. Paul, MN |
At the end of September, our bishop [
John Ireland out of Minnesota] came to visit and summoned [
Bruno] Charbonneau,
Martin and me to an audience. He wept, this poor bishop, when told the church
could not stand, and strongly censored those skilled in construction for having
distanced themselves from this construction. It was clear he had summoned us
only to admonish us. When he finished, I told him, "Your Excellency, we
were forbidden to meddle in the construction. Our opinions were viewed with contempt.
Our protests regarding the manner the construction was being executed were also
ignored, even by the Rev. Father. Most ignored our warnings of what would
happen. And that's it." He said, "Do you think it’s possible to stabilize
the church so that it will be safe." "Yes," I said, "but it
will never be straight, as it would have been, had they not deviated from the
plan." "We know," replied the bishop. "What we want is for you to
put your hand and your knowledge into it to stabilize it if possible." "Your Excellency," I said, "this work is difficult to do, it
will long be seen that these 22 great trusses of 2 x 8 and 23 feet in length may not come from two cuttings exactly the same length, and the Rev. Father
likes to see the work done quickly, and this work cannot be done by steam.
Moreover, Your Excellency, I want my original plan submitted to an architect. He
will either approve or condemn the parts of my plan they refused to execute during
construction." The bishop said to me, "This will be done, Mr.
Bourassa, and all these mistakes must no longer be taken into account in doing
what is possible to repair things." "I will, Your Excellency, but I
desire to see the response received from this architect." He answered, "Father Malo
will show it to you." The architect’s answer contained only these words:
"This plan is perfect for such a building, there is nothing to remove and
nothing to add, only that it was made by a hand without practice." Poor
Father Malo, it was hard to see him in such a position. He kept his head down
all the time I read the report, saying hardly a word. We got on with the work
to be done. He paid me $3.00 a day and dinner, old Chartrand [
his big draft
horse] to help me. I worked there for 17 days. She stood it, but became hunchbacked. [
And here he ended his memoir.]
 |
| François and Marie Bourassa |
Marie died in 1903 at age 67. François died in 1918 at age 82. Whether he died from the flu pandemic we don't know. St. John did lose about 12 people in that pandemic.
 |
| Alcide, Lindorf, Horace, Hector, Alfred Bourassa. Abdullah not shown, so photo probably taken after his death 1910, possibly 1918 at their father's funeral. |
Of the sons, Abdullah died in St. John in 1910. Alcide died in Radville, Sask. in 1950; Lindorf died in Radville in 1946; Horace died in Daniels Co., MT in 1928; Hector died in St. John in 1939; Alfred died in LaFleche, Sask. in 1943.
Georgina (Bourassa) Durocher died in 1944 in Kenniwick, Washington.
As
for our great-grandmother, Marie Elisa Lumina (Bourassa) Charbonneau,
she died in Seattle, Washington, in 1952. Here's a photo of Lumina and
her family I haven't posted before. You'll recall she lost our
great-grandfather Omer Charbonneau in 1913 at St. John.
 |
| c.1936. Dad's father Alfred and Red's father Charles in back row. |
Our 5th great-grandfather was not Peter Rainey, as I originally thought, but his brother William Rainey (1750 Albemarle Parish, Sussex Co., VA - 1799 Northampton Co., NC). Never quite comfortable with Peter as our ancestor, and unable to identify his wife's family through DNA matching, I took an in-depth look at Peter's brother William. He did have a son named James, but because they were living in Northampton County, North Carolina, why would James have traveled up to the old home grounds of Sussex County to marry Martha Parham in 1800? Why not marry the girl on the next plantation? We have strong DNA matches to descendants of the Parhams, so I'm certain of that match.
