Thursday, 7 May 2009
En Guettant les Ours : Mémoires d'un Médecin des Laurentides
Auteur : Grignon, Edmond, 1861-1939
Titre : En guettant les ours : mémoires d'un médecin des Laurentides / Vieux Doc (docteur Edmond Grignon)
Éditeur : Montréal : Éditions Édouard Garand, 1930
Description : 238 p. ; 19 cm
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
Sunday, 3 May 2009
Louis Riel
Synopsis: What thoughts ran through Louis Riel's mind as he stood on the scaffold, waiting for the trap door to open to his death? Perhaps he thought about the turmoil that surrounded him, a turmoil that still surrounds the controversial Métis leader today. Even now, Louis Riel is a hero to many, a visionary, the fiery leader of a downtrodden people. To others he is a madman, a traitor, or a misguided zealot.
Riel was born in the Red River Colony of what is now Manitoba, the son of a prominent Métis leader and a French Canadian mother. He was educated as a lawyer in Montréal, but he returned to his home at the age of 24, just as Canada was preparing to acquire the vast territory called Rupert's Land from the Hudson's Bay Company. Since the Red River Colony was part of Rupert's Land, the Métis people feared that they would lose control of their own homeland.
The Métis are the proud descendants of French Canadian coureurs de bois and voyageurs and native mothers. They were great buffalo hunters of the plains who saw their way of life threatened by the arrival of English-speaking Canadians from the East.
Riel gathered others around him to stop Canadian representatives from entering the settlement. They formed a "provisional government" to negotiate with the Canadian government. Their actions, known as the Red River Rebellion, led to the creation of the province of Manitoba in 1870.
Though there was also no bloodshed in the Rebellion, the provisional government did execute one unruly prisoner named Thomas Scott. The heated reaction the execution created in Ontario forced Riel to flee for his safety. He spent years in Québec, New England and in the American Midwest. Though he was twice elected a member of Parliament, he did not dare take his seat in Ottawa.
It was during these confusing years that Riel's religious feelings, which had always been strong, grew to a steadfast conviction that he was sent by God as the prophet of a new North American Catholicism.
In 1884, Riel was teaching school in Montana when some Métis from Saskatchewan asked for his help in their difficulties with the Canadian government. Like the Red River Métis, they feared that their lands would be taken. Riel wrote petitions and letters to Ottawa. Then in 1885 the Métis lost patience and claimed a provisional government of their own. On March 26, about 300 Métis, led by Riel, clashed with about 100 North West Mounted Police and volunteers, touching off the Northwest Rebellion.
The Canadian government responded quickly with a force of 8,000 men. The armies met on May 9, 1885 at Batoche, and by May 12, the overpowered Métis were defeated, and Riel surrendered.
American Revolution Lecture on the U.S. Constitution
This lecture, given by Stanford history professor Jack Rakove, was one class of the Colonial and Revolutionary America History course which he taught in 2008.
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Scrapbooks An American History
Details About the Book :
· Subtitle : An American History
· Author : Jessica Helfand
· Hardcover : 190 pages
· Publisher : A Winterhouse Edition , Yale University Press, (New Haven & London),
( October 2008)
· Language : English
· ISBN : 978-0-300-12635-8
· Product Dimensions: 9.26x12.36x.83 in.
· Shipping Weight: 2.85 lbs.
· QNL / BNQ (Bibliothèque Nationale du Québec) Reference: 818.520309H4746s2008
Presentation of the editor :
About the author :
Jessica Helfand is partner, with William Drenttel in Winterhouse, a design studio in the Berkshires.
She is one of the four founding editors of Design Observer, currently the largest international blog of design and cultural criticism. A former contributing editor and columnist for Print, Communications Arts and Eye magazines, she has written for numerous national publications including Aperture, The Los Angeles Times Book Review and The New Republic, and has twice appeared on National Public Radio. A member of the Writers Guild of America for more than two decades, Helfand was previously part of the CBS-TV Guiding Light writing team that won an Emmy Award for best writing in 1985.
She is the author of several books on design and cultural criticism, including Paul Rand: American Modernist (1998), Screen: Essays on Graphic Design, New Media and Visual Culture (2001) and Reinventing the Wheel (2002), which formed the basis for an exhibit in 2003 at The Grolier Club in New York City. Her next book, Scrapbooks: An American History will be published in 2008 by Yale University Press.
Helfand received both her BA and her MFA from Yale University, where she has taught for the last decade in the graduate program in Graphic Design, and where she is a Fellow at Jonathan Edwards College. She lives in Falls Village, Connecticut, with her husband, William Drenttel and their two children, Malcolm and Fiona.
About the book :
Combining pictures, words, and a wealth of personal ephemera, scrapbook makers preserve on the pages of their books a moment, a day, or a lifetime. Highly subjective, rich in emotional meaning, the scrapbook is a unique and often quirky form of expression in which a person gathers and arranges meaningful materials to create a personal narrative. This richly illustrated book is the first to focus close attention on the history of American scrapbooks - their origins, their makers, their diverse forms, the reasons for their popularity, and their place in American culture.
Jessica Helfand, a graphic designer and scrapbook collector, examines the evolution of scrapbooks from the beginning of the nineteenth century to the present, concentrating particularly on the first half of the twentieth century. She includes color photographs from more than 200 scrapbooks, some made by private individuals and others by the famous, including F. Scott Fitzgerald, Lillian Hellman, Anne Sexton, Hilda Doolittle and Carl Van Vechten. Scrapbooks, while generally made by amateurs, represent a striking and authoritative form of visual autobiography, Helfand finds, and when viewed collectively they offer a unique perspective on the changing pulses of American cultural life.
Published with assistance from Furthermore: a program of the J. M. Kaplan Fund.
Link about the book :
http://www.winterhouse.com/scrapbookspress/
Pierre’s book review :
First of all, meet the author : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLz4_7lq9-U
Now that you know the author and the principles behind the book, take a look about
Marybelle Harn’s scrapbook :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU_Fgr3BNXg&eurl=http://yalepress.yale.edu/yupbooks/book.asp?isbn=9780300126358
Now look at Francis "Pop" Johnson’s scrapbook :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dn8RogNyEKQ&feature=related
Now read a review in the New-York Times about this book :
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/07/books/review/Dixler-t.html
Pierre's opinion about the book :
This books gives you the quintessential images of some ancient crapbook’s pages carefully chosen over more than 200 books. This is a pure gem of modern graphical,cultural and historical anthropology when you look at scrapbooking done at a certain epoch as a micoscosm of this particulat time.
When you remove the theater, the music, the essay, the novels, the sculpture, the painting, the theater, the dance, the poetry from the performing arts, you enter inside a smaller intimate instinctive univers of remembrance, personnal cognitive expressions, souvenirs, wich uses a little bit of the light of the major arts and their modes of expression : this is scrapbooking. For people with less means of expression, instead of leaving a book to Humanity, they humbly leave a srapbook to their relatives. This is a way to say : I am flashing this little light of mine before dying anonymously.
Long ago, it must be -- I have a photograph. Preserve your memories: They're all that's left you. (Paul Simon)
You know my character : I have cried when I have seen the vid concerning Francis "Pop" Johnson’s scrapbook. As a man I saw there : all the companionship, all the friendship and the dedication for the nation those human beings, those soldiers had. This is very difficult to seize the vibrance of one soul when this soul is not a great composer or a great author but in fact all souls are vibrating equally. Jessica Hellfand is a sorceress wich leads us from one scrapbook page to another ; so we can meet people who copied and pasted some tiny parts of their universe.
My appreciation of the book : 9/10.
Pierre
My appreciation : 9 / 10 . A pure source of happiness.
Pierre
Friday, 1 May 2009
En canot : petit voyage au lac St-Jean
Auteur : Routhier, A.-B. (Adolphe-Basile), 1839-1920
Titre : En canot : petit voyage au lac St-Jean / A.B. Routhier. B.Biblio.
Éditeur : Québec : O. Fréchette, éditeur, 1881
Description : 202 p. ; 18 cm.
Notes : Collection Saint-Sulpice (Fonds Jehanne La Sauzé)
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Bataille de Fort Carillon (Fort Ticonderoga)
Lire aussi :Auteur : David, L.-O. (Laurent-Olivier), 1840-1926
Titre : Le drapeau de Carillon : drame historique en trois actes et deux tableaux par L.O. David.
Éditeur : Montréal : C.O. Beauchemin et fils, libraires-imprimeurs, 1902.
Description : 110 p. ; 18 cm.
Notes : Collection Saint-Sulpice (Fonds L.W. Sicotte)
Sujets :Histoire, 1759, Siège, Théâtre.
http://bibnum2.banq.qc.ca/bna/numtexte/175389.pdf
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Échappé de la Potence : Souvenirs d'un Prisonnier d'État Canadien
Auteur : Poutré, Félix, 1814?-1885
Titre : Échappé de la potence : souvenirs d'un prisonnier d'état canadien en 1838
Éditeur : Montréal : imprimé pour l'auteur par De Montigny & cie, 1862.
Description : 130 p. ; 17 cm
Notes : Collection Saint-Sulpice (Fonds L.W. Sicotte)
Attention, Lire Aussi :
Mensonges et vérités dans les Souvenirs de Félix Poutré
de Marc Collin
http://books.google.ca/books?id=OV_I38WbXtsC&pg=PA202&lpg=PA202&dq=F%C3%A9lix+Poutr%C3%A9+mauvais&source=bl&ots=3SAJpJGYlj&sig=3BNconxB0RSnapa_6GWLs9JwMR4&hl=en&ei=LYD5Sf_jJpKEtwfzqMm1Aw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=4#PPP1,M1
Le Tour de l'Île
Pour supporter le difficile
Et l'inutile
Y a l' tour de l'île
Quarante-deux milles
De choses tranquilles
Pour oublier grande blessure
Dessous l'armure
Été, hiver,
Y a l' tour de l'île
L'Île d'Orléans
L'Île c'est comme Chartres
C'est haut et propre
Avec des nefs
Avec des arcs, des corridors
Et des falaises
En février la neige est rose
Comme chair de femme
Et en juillet le fleuve est tiède
Sur les battures
Au mois de mai, à marée basse
Voilà les oies
Depuis des siècles
Au mois de juin
Parties les oies
Mais nous les gens
Les descendants de La Rochelle
Présents tout l' temps
Surtout l'hiver
Comme les arbres
Mais c'est pas vrai
Ben oui c'est vrai
Écoute encore
http://www.free-lyrics.org
Maisons de bois
Maisons de pierre
Clochers pointus
Et dans les fonds des pâturages
De silence
Des enfants blonds nourris d'azur
Comme les anges
Jouent à la guerre
Imaginaire, imaginons
L'Île d'Orléans un dépotoir
Un cimetière
Parcs à vidanges, boîte à déchets
U. S. parkings
On veut la mettre en mini-jupe
And speak English
Faire ça à elle, l'Île d'Orléans
Notre fleur de lyse
Mais c'est pas vrai
Ben oui c'est vrai
Raconte encore
Sous un nuage près d'un cours d'eau
C'est un berceau
Et un grand-père
Au regard bleu
Qui monte la garde
Il sait pas trop ce qu'on dit
Dans les capitales
L'oeil vers le golfe ou Montréal
Guette le signal
Pour célébrer l'indépendance
Quand on y pense
C'est-y en France
C'est comme en France
Le tour de l'île
Quarante-deux milles
Comme des vagues les montagnes
Les fruits sont mûrs
Dans les vergers
De mon pays
Ça signifie
L'heure est venue
Si t'as compris
English traduction of the song :
To support the difficult
And the unnecessary
Do the island tour
Forty-two miles
Of quiet things
To forget great injury
Below the armor
Summer, Winter,
Do the island tour
Orléans Island
The Island is like Chartres
It is high and clean
With aisles
With arches, corridors
And cliffs
In February the snow is pink
As the skin of a woman
And in July the river is warm
On the flats
In May, at low tide
The geese
For centuries
In June
Gone are the geese
But we the people
The descendants of La Rochelle
Present all the time
Especially in the winter
As the trees
But it's not true
Oh yes it's true
Listen again
Wooden houses
Stone houses
Pointed steeples
Funds and pasture
Silence
Fed children blond of azur
Like angels
Play at imaginary wars
Lets imagine
Orleans Island : a dump
A cemetery
Parks sewage, garbage box
U. S. parking
We want to put her in mini-skirt
And speak english
Do that to her, Orleans Island
Our fleur de lyse
But it's not true
Oh yes it's true
Listen again
Under a cloud near a river
Is a cradle
And a blue eyed grandfather
Who gets custody
Not really knowing what is being said
In the capitals
With his eye toward the Gulf or Montreal
Waiting for the signal
To celebrate the Independence
When you think about it
Is it in France
It's like in France
Around the island
Forty-two miles
As waves of mountains
The fruit is ripe
In the orchards
Of my country
It means
The time has come
If you understand
To understand more about the history of Quebec sovereignty movement :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quebec_sovereignty_movement
To know more about Félix Leclerc, read also :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%A9lix_Leclerc
Et l'inutile
Y a l' tour de l'île
Quarante-deux milles
De choses tranquilles
Pour oublier grande blessure
Dessous l'armure
Été, hiver,
Y a l' tour de l'île
L'Île d'Orléans
L'Île c'est comme Chartres
C'est haut et propre
Avec des nefs
Avec des arcs, des corridors
Et des falaises
En février la neige est rose
Comme chair de femme
Et en juillet le fleuve est tiède
Sur les battures
Au mois de mai, à marée basse
Voilà les oies
Depuis des siècles
Au mois de juin
Parties les oies
Mais nous les gens
Les descendants de La Rochelle
Présents tout l' temps
Surtout l'hiver
Comme les arbres
Mais c'est pas vrai
Ben oui c'est vrai
Écoute encore
http://www.free-lyrics.org
Maisons de bois
Maisons de pierre
Clochers pointus
Et dans les fonds des pâturages
De silence
Des enfants blonds nourris d'azur
Comme les anges
Jouent à la guerre
Imaginaire, imaginons
L'Île d'Orléans un dépotoir
Un cimetière
Parcs à vidanges, boîte à déchets
U. S. parkings
On veut la mettre en mini-jupe
And speak English
Faire ça à elle, l'Île d'Orléans
Notre fleur de lyse
Mais c'est pas vrai
Ben oui c'est vrai
Raconte encore
Sous un nuage près d'un cours d'eau
C'est un berceau
Et un grand-père
Au regard bleu
Qui monte la garde
Il sait pas trop ce qu'on dit
Dans les capitales
L'oeil vers le golfe ou Montréal
Guette le signal
Pour célébrer l'indépendance
Quand on y pense
C'est-y en France
C'est comme en France
Le tour de l'île
Quarante-deux milles
Comme des vagues les montagnes
Les fruits sont mûrs
Dans les vergers
De mon pays
Ça signifie
L'heure est venue
Si t'as compris
English traduction of the song :
To support the difficult
And the unnecessary
Do the island tour
Forty-two miles
Of quiet things
To forget great injury
Below the armor
Summer, Winter,
Do the island tour
Orléans Island
The Island is like Chartres
It is high and clean
With aisles
With arches, corridors
And cliffs
In February the snow is pink
As the skin of a woman
And in July the river is warm
On the flats
In May, at low tide
The geese
For centuries
In June
Gone are the geese
But we the people
The descendants of La Rochelle
Present all the time
Especially in the winter
As the trees
But it's not true
Oh yes it's true
Listen again
Wooden houses
Stone houses
Pointed steeples
Funds and pasture
Silence
Fed children blond of azur
Like angels
Play at imaginary wars
Lets imagine
Orleans Island : a dump
A cemetery
Parks sewage, garbage box
U. S. parking
We want to put her in mini-skirt
And speak english
Do that to her, Orleans Island
Our fleur de lyse
But it's not true
Oh yes it's true
Listen again
Under a cloud near a river
Is a cradle
And a blue eyed grandfather
Who gets custody
Not really knowing what is being said
In the capitals
With his eye toward the Gulf or Montreal
Waiting for the signal
To celebrate the Independence
When you think about it
Is it in France
It's like in France
Around the island
Forty-two miles
As waves of mountains
The fruit is ripe
In the orchards
Of my country
It means
The time has come
If you understand
To understand more about the history of Quebec sovereignty movement :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quebec_sovereignty_movement
To know more about Félix Leclerc, read also :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%A9lix_Leclerc
Monday, 27 April 2009
À la Conquête de la Liberté en France et au Canada
Auteur : DeCelles, Alfred D. (Alfred Duclos), 1843-1925
Titre : À la conquête de la liberté en France et au Canada / par A.-D. DeCelles
Éditeur : Lévis : Pierre-Georges Roy, éditeur, 1898
Description : 85 p. ; 17 cm
Collection : Bibliothèque canadienne (Pierre-Georges Roy, éditeur)
Notes : Collection Saint-Sulpice (Fonds L.W. Sicotte)
Sunday, 26 April 2009
Le Galant Indiscret : Malicorne
De bon matin me suis levée au chant de l'alouette
dans mon chemin rencontre un garçon allemand
qui allait voir sa blonde à la rigueur du temps
Où t'en vas-tu d'ou reviens-tu ? voilà minuit qui sonne
je vais voir ma maîtresse là-bas dans sa maison
d'entrer dans sa chambrette j'ai bien la permission
Ouvrez ouvrez la porte nanette ma mignone
je suis nu je grelotte en danger de geler
belle ouvrez-moi la porte et laissez-moi entrer
Gèlerais-tu mourirais-tu je n'ouvre pas ma porte
en passant par la ville galant tu t'es vanté
que j'étais une fille faite à tes volontés
Que me donn'rez vous belle pour me faire tant de peine ?
je te donn’rai la mer pour aller t'y noyer
ton père aussi ta mère pourront te regretter
Friday, 24 April 2009
Thursday, 23 April 2009
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