Mary Laliberte was Napoleon's 2nd wife. His 1st wife was Delia Brochu, married 1904, had a baby girl in 1905, named Marie Marguerite Majella Lamothe. She died at 10 months. Delia also died in 1905. Both died of consumption.
BIOGRAPHY:
AS TOLD BY LYMAN CORRIVEAU (ONE OF THE WITNESSES) IN 1998.
During the great flood [of 1927?] there happened below Passumpsic a large "log jam" of broken timber, chicken coops, etc that had washed down the river and threatened to flood the whole village.
Old Napoleon "Pollie" Lamothe, who lived up over Passumpsic in the brick house which later became the "town farm", had in older times "ridden the logs" in the old pulp and lumber drives of a generation past. He said to the other men, "get me some sticks of dynamite and I fix him".
Well, they got a few sticks from somewheres and give it to him and he went out on the jam and set it; but, headed back to shore at a bit slower pace than in the days of his river driver youth back in Canada. The dynamite blew, the timber flew, the jam went out. But, of Pollie there was no sight.
So, the village onlookers who'd seen him go under, commenced searching downstream through the tangled wood and timber along the shoreline for about a mile seeking the body and lamenting his loss. When, here comes Pollie walking up along the far side of the river.
As in a days past, he'd ridden the timber and gone under. Catching upon a big old door he seys, "I just climbed right onto him, and leaned back and he rode right over dem ole waves and brush". Pollie'd held on that big old boy and rode it downstream with the lead end pointed up until the eddy near Moore's farm [what is now Robinson's] brought him near enough shore to walk in.
Mary Laliberte was Napoleon's 2nd wife. His 1st wife was Delia Brochu, married 1904, had a baby girl in 1905, named Marie Marguerite Majella Lamothe. She died at 10 months. Delia also died in 1905. Both died of consumption.
BIOGRAPHY:
AS TOLD BY LYMAN CORRIVEAU (ONE OF THE WITNESSES) IN 1998.
During the great flood [of 1927?] there happened below Passumpsic a large "log jam" of broken timber, chicken coops, etc that had washed down the river and threatened to flood the whole village.
Old Napoleon "Pollie" Lamothe, who lived up over Passumpsic in the brick house which later became the "town farm", had in older times "ridden the logs" in the old pulp and lumber drives of a generation past. He said to the other men, "get me some sticks of dynamite and I fix him".
Well, they got a few sticks from somewheres and give it to him and he went out on the jam and set it; but, headed back to shore at a bit slower pace than in the days of his river driver youth back in Canada. The dynamite blew, the timber flew, the jam went out. But, of Pollie there was no sight.
So, the village onlookers who'd seen him go under, commenced searching downstream through the tangled wood and timber along the shoreline for about a mile seeking the body and lamenting his loss. When, here comes Pollie walking up along the far side of the river.
As in a days past, he'd ridden the timber and gone under. Catching upon a big old door he seys, "I just climbed right onto him, and leaned back and he rode right over dem ole waves and brush". Pollie'd held on that big old boy and rode it downstream with the lead end pointed up until the eddy near Moore's farm [what is now Robinson's] brought him near enough shore to walk in.
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