This post has been written and posted upon this day to commemorate the anniversary of the death of my Great Grandfather Ulric Michael "Nellie" Livingston. He was a wonderful, fun-loving man who cherished his family.
This post is my attempt to uncover the ancestors of Ulric Livingston, husband of Hellen Langevin. Ulric was born in 1890, wed Hellen in 1917 and died in 1977 (some of the information in this blog post may be found in 2012 blog posts as well as the Livingston Family book published in 2013).
After some in depth research, I have uncovered Ulric's ancestors as far back as the 1600's and I will reveal new records. None of the information posted can be shared without mentioning the wonderful work carried out my Great Auntie Doreen and Great Uncle Bernie (Helen and Ulric's kids) - we would be so lost without your guidance, encouragement, and enthusiasm!
WARNING: If you focus on the number of surname changes, it will drive you insane! It is disturbing that the three main sources of my research, Quebec, Genealogical Dictionary of Canadian Families (Tanguay Collection) 1608-1890; Quebec, Vital and Church Records Drouin Collection 1621-1799, and the University of Montreal's PRDH (La Programme de Recherche en Demographie Historique) database altered the surname several times. Doreen was correct to attribute these alterations due to illiteracy amongst the colonists and parish priests as it was a common practice to spell names phonetically. Hang on for the roller coaster ride of surname versions recorded by priests, notaries and fellow genealogists!
Ulric Michael "Nelly" Livingston was born to parents Joseph Jacques Liversant and Albina Robillard on October 23, 1890 in Bay City, Michigan.
Ulric sent the family back to live in Oak Lake, Manitoba in 1933-34 where he rented a home and purchased another which he proceeded to raise and build more rooms under, even while the family lived in it from October 1934 to October 1936.
In 1936, he travelled to Vernon, B.C. to look at an orchard for sale. Ulric decided to move the family to Vernon and, along with other families, invested in the orchard, but it proved to be an unfruitful adventure as it was literally unproductive.
Here is the story of the "Flin Flon to Vernon" adventure as written by Ulric's eldest daughter Marguerite at age 17. Before you begin reading, imagine 10 kids, the youngest is baby Bernie born in May 1936, and two adults with luggage in a car:
After much consideration, Dad gave up his job in Flin Flon, MB and purchased a fruit farm in the Okanagan at a town called Vernon.
The day of our departure, October 14, 1936, dawned dull, dreary, and raining, thus adding to sorrow of leaving our good friends in Flin Flon. Despite this, we left in high anticipation as to what the future holds in store for us in the fruit lands of sunny Okanagan.
The morning after our departure, we arrived in Dauphin where we spent a four hour wait for the bus. We looked up an old friend, thus passing the time more quickly (Alice Sumpter, an old friend from the convent). Leaving Dauphin at noon, we reached Brandon at the home of our aunt late that afternoon. We spent a weeks visit there and thinking we would leave for Vernon soon, our decision was to charter a bus to Oak Lake and spent the remainder of our time at the farm home of another aunt and uncle.
The supposed short visit on the farm was extended from October 20th until December 5th, the delay being spent patiently and otherwise. Thanks to the "neighbours" and other friends in town our long stay was brightened considerably by many kind invitations and visit from them.
Dad and mother went to Winnipeg November 28th and spent a week with relatives. They purchased a 1934 Chevrolet and after interviewing our agent, Mr. Vezina, they returned to Oak Lake December 1st.
Late Friday night December 4th, we received a phone call from Pierre Vezina telling us to leave as soon as possible. Consequently, we busied ourselves making hasty last minute preparations, intending to make an early start the following morning.
We were delayed however by the extreme cold. The thermometer registered 35 below zero. In spite of a few hours delay in starting the car, we finally bid farewell to our relatives and friends in Oak Lake and started on our long journey.
We travelled south to West Hope, North Dakota and arrived there shortly after noon. On discovering we were to be delayed until Monday, we made ourselves at home at the Gateway Motel and became acquainted with several nice people there. We met a very good friend the parish priest of West Hope who entertained us, helping the time go faster. Monday afternoon, December 7th, we again gathered our belongings and after bidding adieu to our newly made friends, started on our way. The weather was slightly warmer than the previous days and traveling was more pleasant.
Shortly before arriving in Minot, North Dakota, we experienced our first slight mishap - a blow out which took a half hours time to repair. We arrived there at 4:30 pm however and while going through the city commented on the beauty of the place nestled in the hills. At 6:30, we drove into a place and remarked on its likeness to Minot, because although it was quite dark, the way the city lights shone, indicated that it was situated among the hills. We stopped at the nearest filling station and inquired as to our whereabouts. Imagine our surprise and chagrin to discover we were again in Minot. We had travelled over 80 miles in a circle!
We dined in Minot Café and decided in spite of this delay to get to Williston as we had previously planned. This new situation gave us a good idea of the monotony and danger of travelling at night. We arrived at Williston, North Dakota after midnight and welcomed the comfort of the Great Northern Hotel. The following morning we attended mass At St. Josephs Church, as Tuesday December 8th was a holy day. After breakfasting in the Great Northern Café, we started out again.
A few hours travelling brought us to Montana and we welcomed the change of scenery as we travelled westward. Our first stop was Glasgow where we stopped for lunch. Again on our way, we travelled as quickly as possible, as we were very much afraid of the weather. On arriving in Havre Montana, we were informed that the day before they had had an 18 [inch?] snowfall. We were advised to change highways here from No.2 to No.29 as No.2 westward was closed. At the Up and Up Cafe, we ate our supper in Havre as our intentions were to make Great Falls without stopping again. The roads were quite slippery from the recent snowfall thus progress was quite slow.
After getting stuck climbing a hill, we finally got some chains, thus easing the high tensions of our nerves as we were very much afraid of slipping in some ditch or over a cliff. Being at night our imaginations were in full working order. However we again travelled until after midnight and the Hotel Stevens in Great Falls put up a bunch of very weary wanderers that night.
As early as possible Wednesday morning December 9th, we left Great Falls, and still going south we took highway 91 which took us to Helena. Here we again changed highways taking number 10 westward on which our first stop was Missoula, Montana. Here I blush with shame remembering Missoula where we experienced something very humiliating which I shall not relate here but at some future time when the memory is less fresh in our minds, we may tell it to anyone and laugh it off. (A later date: After eating, we discovered to our dismay, we had lunch in a saloon!) After eating this hearty meal in Missoula felt more like continuing our journey.
Shortly after dark, we met a large truck, the driver not dimming his lights blinded Dad, who was at the wheel. We struck something dangling on the side of the truck but we both kept on going. At our next stop, we noticed two foot long cuts in the fender. However, we kept on travelling. We were in the state of Idaho and in a few hours arrived in the state of Washington.
On nearing Spokane Washington as we travelled through the mountains, we observed many airport beacon lights. We noticed a small grey sack which looked very much like a hornet's nest falling to the ground and Archie said that it was a flare bomb used by airplanes travelling at night. We felt a sharp impact as it hit the ground directly behind the car. Dad and Archie jumped out and found the packsack tied to the back of the car ablaze! We were thankful we escaped with only a few of our blankets and pillows burned, as the flare could have struck the gas tank which was only a few feet from where the packsack was tied. We were very lucky to have even noticed the thing.
We arrived at Spokane about 2:00 am and put up at the Pedicord Hotel, the largest hotel we had been in, but it was very comfortable. There were individual telephones in each room, and not knowing how they operated, Frances lifted the receiver and immediately a clerk answered. she put it back as quickly as she could not saying anything.
When we went to the garage to get our car, the attendant told us of the abdication etc. We were very much ashamed of Edward the 8th and considered it a disgrace to have been informed by a Yankee.
We left Pedicord as soon as possible Thursday December 10th and tried to travel as fast as we could. We were delayed by the slippery roads and found we were barely able to move along at a crawl. We also had trouble with the chains as the set we bought were singles and broke easily on the paved roads. We even had to borrow a piece of fencing along the road to wire them up.
At 4:30 pm, we arrived back in Canada. Here we all breathed a sigh of relief to be in our country again. We struck Canada at Grand Forks, B.C. - the wrong place of course and we had to travel several miles on a trail (after travelling almost 1000 miles on paved roads). We finally got to the road and found it as bad as the road we had just left, as it was mostly washboard.
Several miles from Penticton, we got stuck in the middle of the road and Dad told us that the small clock for registering oil showed us that we didn't have any and that he could smell the motor burning. Finally, a car came along and shoved our car, also offering to help us out of our difficulty, but fortunately for us, a truck drove up and offered to tow us. Now we understand what towing is, as we were towed for over eight miles. We did sit at high tensions then expecting the bumper to be jerked off at any minute. We again smelled that burning odor and finally discovered it to be the brakes getting too warm as we were travelling down hill so much and around hairpin turns and being at night, we were unaware of it. However, we stopped at the nearest garage for oil and discovered that we had plenty and the towing was unnecessary.
Arriving at Penticton, we learned that the ferry at Kelowna only ran in the daytime, so we took rooms at the Three Gables Hotel, after our day experiences slept like logs.
It was our luck to travel the rest of the journey in the daytime so we saw what the country around home was like as Penticton is only 70 miles from Vernon. At Kelowna, we had to wait almost an hour for the ferry, but we enjoyed the wait as we spent our time looking around us. At noon, we arrived in Vernon and we were thankful to say "all present." The eight of us in a five passenger car after our winter trip of 1600 miles. We then awaited the arrival of mother and the three youngest who arrived by train a week later. All home at last.
Ulric bought into the Belgian Orchard in Vernon along with 25 other families and lost everything! Purchasing chickens and a cow, vegetables by the hundred weight and living in the bunk house on the orchard kept the family going. There were trees to be pruned, which provided work for Ulric and son Archie, but when spring came, they went off to wherever they heard there might be work.
Ulric sold the car, purchased an older model, rented a house for the family and sent money home. The older girls worked and gave their wages to Hellen to help keep the home together. The family saw little of their father during these years.
In 1938, Ulric purchased a house in Vernon and remodeled it to suit the family. When World War II began, Ulric went to work in Trail where he bought a house and sold the Vernon home.
In 1943, he moved to New Westminster and bought a home which he then sold to the nuns of the Poor Clares Monastery, and remodelled it to suit their needs.
1015 London Street, New Westminster, BC |
Ulric bought six homes between 1943 and 1964, and their last home was located at 926 13th Street [which he purchased from his daughter Marguerite's husband Ted Reinitiz in 1969 for $6,500].
Ulric's Grandparents
Ulric's Great Grandparents
Ulric's Great Great Grandparents
Ulric's Great Great Great Grandparents
- Marie Genevieve born 2 January 1735 in St. Laurent, QC and wed Jacques Plouf on 1 March 1756 in Ste. Genevieve (Pierrefonds), QC.
- Francois born 10 October 1736 in St. Laurent, wed Marie Angelique Amable Demers Dumais on 3 May 1757 in Ste. Genevieve (Pierrefonds), and buried at the same location on 24 February 1790.
- Marie Madeleine born 9 February 1738 in Montreal, and wed Francois Richer Louvetau on 20 January 1755 in Ste. Genevieve (Pierrefonds).
- Antoine born 18 August 1739 in St. Laurent and died the next day.
- Marie Louise born 12 April 1741 in St. Laurent and died at the age of 12 on 15 December 1753.
- Jean Baptiste born 11 April 1743 in St. Laurent and died exactly 4 months later.
- Jacques born 8 September 1744 in St. Laurent and wed Marie Suzanne Amable Lahaie Hibernois on 8 April 1766 in Ste. Genevieve (Pierrefonds).
- Marie Marguerite born 23 June 1746 and wed Jacques Philippe Fauvel Bigras on 21 February 1764 in Ste. Genevieve (Pierrefonds).
- Marie Catherine born 27 June 1748 in Ste. Genevieve (Pierrefonds), and died two years later on 28 August 1748.
- Marie Anne born 26 September 1749 in St. Laurent, wed Jean Frederic Harl on 17 January 1785 in Montreal and died 8 December 1794.
- Marguerite born on 6 July 1751 in St. Laurent and died 11 days later.
- Marie Louise born on 11 February 1754 in St. Laurent and died 24 March 1757 in Ste. Genevieve (Pierrefonds).
- Marie Catherine born 11 August 1758 in Ste. Genevieve (Pierrefonds), wed Joseph Giboin Tranquille on 16 February 1778 and died 1 April 1785 in Montreal.
Ulric's Great Great Great Great Grandparents
Leonard Libercan dit Laviolette, a soldier in the French army led by M.Duplessis under King Louis XIV, was born about 15 June 1671 to Guillaume Libercan and Marie Louise Madelaine Boissier in the parish of Rasaz sur L'Isle in Perigueux, Periogord, France (strangely her last name was omitted from the parish records).
Based on a letter written to Doreen's brother Bernie dated 4 Nov.1985, Doreen briefly described her 6 week journey to Europe, including the Perigord region, that year. She planned on returning to Europe for 6 months, but I am uncertain if she had the opportunity to do so. Here's an excerpt from her letter which captures her excitement of the genealogical hunt for the truth:
We know what remains for us to see in the Perigort region, thanks to a French family who befriended us shortly after our arrival in Periguex. And, we have it in mind to spend six months in Europe our next time there, so we can have an in depth study of that beautiful and historical region. Mr. Le Cerf has promised to assist me in my genealogical studies. We didn't meet owing this to his leaving Paris the following day on which we rang him. I'm elated by his generous response and have written, at his request, giving him a clear picture of where he can research on our behalf. I had only one hour in the Periguex Archives where (Leonard's) the records of Razac of 300 years ago are now. Holding the original records and thrilling experience for me - (the dust made my nose run though). There's a record of every soldier who left the Perigord region for Canada.
Leonard was posted to New France to protect the new colonists from attacks by First Nations. He wed Marie Anne Louise Coron (born 14 May 1676 in Montreal to parents Jean and Michelle Lauzon) on the 19 March 1699 (the marital records show Leonard's last name as "Liberson" in the Quebec Geneaological Dictionary of Canadian Families, Tanguay Collection, 1608-1890 and thus, I have added it to the list of "dit"s in the title of this series of postings).
Three years later, Leonard remarried to Jeanne Baudry on 23 July 1703 in Montreal. Jeanne was born on 8 September 1674 at Riviere-des-Prairies and she was one of 5 children born to Antoine Baudry of Chemiere-en-Charnie, France and Catherine Guillard of St. Laurent, Paris, France.
According to Doreen's research, Leonard became a church warden of the Ste. Genevieve parish built in 1741, the first parish in Montreal as pictured below. He died 29 November 1751 in St. Laurent, QC and he was buried the following day.
of | LEONARD Libersan LAVIOLETTE Father: GUILLAUME Libersan Mother: MARIE LOUISE MADELEINE | and | MARIE JEANNE BEAUDRY LEPINETTE Father: ANTOINE BEAUDRY LEPINETTE Mother: CATHERINE GUYARD |
Sex | Birth | Marriage | Death | First name of the child |
Place | Place | Place | Name of the spouse | |
m | 1704-10-27 | 1731-07-09 | 1779-11-15 | ANTOINE |
Montreal | St Lawrence | Ste-Genevieve (Pierrefonds) | ANNE MARIE JEANNE with DEVOYAUX LAFRAMBOISE | |
m | 1706-06-28 | 1706-07-13 | CHARLES | |
Montreal | Montreal | |||
m | 1707-07-13 | 1730-10-30 | FRANCOIS MARIE | |
Montreal | St Lawrence | with MARY MAGDALENE RICHER LOUVETAU | ||
m | 1709-03-06 | 1733-02-05 | CHARLES | |
Montreal | St Lawrence | |||
f | 1711-02-05 | 1731-10-08 | 1795-03-11 | ELIZABETH MARIE ISABELLE |
Montreal | St Lawrence | The Cedars | with JEAN BAPTISTE LEROUX ROUSSON | |
m | 1713-03-07 | 1713-03-11 | LEONARD | |
Montreal | Montreal | |||
x | 1713-03-07 | 1713-03-08 | ANONYMOUS | |
Montreal | Montreal | |||
f | 1714-04-03 | 1788-06-01 | Marie Josephe | |
Montreal | Montreal General Hospital | |||
f | 1716-05-16 | 1716-07-03 | ANNE MARIE | |
Montreal | Montreal |
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