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Baba
(Grandpa become Baba from my mouth) was charming, kind, and he could sing
and dance. He read the Montreal Star from cover to cover every day, including
the ads, and always had some comment to pass on.
I remember in particular a spot on
the radio which went as follows: "She's engaged, she's lovely, she uses
Pond's." Baba retorted: "If she had used soap and water, she'd be married
by now." Gives you the idea of how down to earth he was.
Baba was Mom's Dad. Louis Saylor was
a Mohawk Indian from the Kahnawake Reservation just outside of Montréal,
Canada. Baba died in the late 50s. |
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Grand-père
Laplante was Dad's father. Unfortunately he died in 1942 when I was six
weeks old. Mom always told me how much he cared for me. Because he was
at home, sick with an ear infection, when I was born, Mom told me over
and over how Grand-père came to the house to see me every single
day. Mom's retelling of that story through the years made me feel loved.
He read La Presse from cover to cover
every day. He never turned away anyone who needed a meal (there were hard
times in the 20s, 30s, and 40s) and he could not tolerate gossip. Ulrich
Laplante loved politics. He was a true "Bleu" - a Conservative. |
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