After we finished dinner, we rode back to the Théberge home and sat around and talked. Barbara snapped the photo of us together.
During my trip in the summer of 2001, I took no photos. I got lost trying to find their house, ending up at Mere Point (the end of the road) in Brunswick. I met a lady there who was kind enough to allow me to go into her home and use the phone to call for directions. (Cell phones just weren’t around yet!) I ended up 10 miles out of the way. The lady??... I have no idea who she was, but I do know she was extremely kind, had a beautiful home overlooking the water and the view from her window was like a picture-perfect postcard. When all was said and done, we only had about an hour together at home.
When my grandfather ("Tony") died, it was Anita who came to the rescue, made all the arrangements, took care of all the bills, and basically did everything ... she IS a saint. Without Anita, Tony’s affairs may never have been put in order.
Alex and Anita had seven children, I really know Barbara better than the others because she too (being very much like her mother) has a gentle heart and has always been good to me. And, I think because we are similar in age, she was always home when we visited.
Anita was the daughter of Leon L. Paquet and Maria Joséphine Zoé Lachance (my grandfather Tony's sister).
