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Je Me Souviens A Publication of the American-French Genealogical Society Vol XV No 2 Fall 1992 JE ME SOUVIENS TABLE OF CONTENTS President's Message ............................. 3 RI's Franco-Americans ........................... 5 The Guertin Family of Ware. MA ................ 16 Gravestone Inscriptions ......................... 25 Michel Napoleon Cartier ........................39 Genealogical Computer Programs ................ 41 Librarian's Report .............................. 43 Acquisitions ................................... 45 Research Policy ................................ 54 Questions and Answers ......................... 56 Members' Corner .............................. 59 Of Interest .................................... 65 Errata ........................................66 New Members ................................. 69 AFGS Materials and Publications ................. 74 Index to Number 28 ............................ 79 Volume XV. Number 2: Fall 1992 I.S.S.N.. 0195-7384 01992 by A.F.G.S. - - PRESIDENT'S MESSAGE Message de la prgsidente This is an extremely exciting time for AFGS. We are ablstijt to start o~irfifteenth anniversary and i.le intend to make it a year long celebration ! We want tcr include every member in this celebration and will be offering many activities designed to help all of yoti participate with us in this happy 01:casi~n. In Septer~itler,we ;-+ill tie participating in the first !'fill New England Conference!! which will i:onvene in St~jrbridge, MA on September twenty-fifth. Excellent speakers have been arranged and it is going to be a dynamic experience for everyone. I hope some of you will join us. We will also be giving a free one year membership to an AFGS member drawn at random from itlir entire membership. This is in honor of rea~:hing ~ilr~G~III thousandth member. Yoij could he the lidsky winner. We are asking all of our members to submit a five generation chart to be included in a special anniversary book. We hope to publish this book in February. This is a chance to share some of your work with all the other members of the society. It will also give you a good opportunity to dis::over- other members who are researching the same names that you are researching. In Uctober we will be honoring our original one hundred charter members. Thanks to their insight and hard work, AFGS has developed into an outstanding society that has a wgnderful_library and- ~ -- the most outstanding membership~- ~ - of ~rrjiger~ealogicdi society an>ic~5iere.Kjrlvjte yo,j to atterrd this meeting if possible. We have rjeveloperj a lovely lapel pin featuring our 1090. I know you will be proud to wear this pin which will let everyone know that you belong to AFGS. This pin is available when you renew your AFGS membership. Everyone who has purchased this pin is delighted with it. I hope you will order your pin stson if :jt:lu have nor already ijc!ne so. In the Sprlng, we wiil be wrapping up our celebration with a great birthday bash. Watch for more details in AFGnect::. This is your society. Without our membership we would not exist. The Board of Directors and officers of your society thank all of you for your loyal support. Together we have done great thlrrgs. Together we will continue to grow and flourish. Happy anniversary. Come $]in the celebration ir! Lioopsockef this year! .Sin[:erely, Jan Bi~rkhart AFGS President RHODE ISLAND'S FRANCO-AMERICANS IN OUR PLURALISTIC SOCIETY ' by Professor Paul P. ChasscS, EDITOR'S NOTE: What follows is the text of a talk given by Professor Paul P. Chass4 of Rhode Island College to Le Foyer of Pawtucket, RI, in which he mentions Gov.- Aram Pothier, "La Sentinelle," and Franco- Americans in the Civil War, all subjects which have been covered at length in previous issues of Je me souviens: "Aram Pothier as Gover- nor of Rhode Island" by John Veader (Autumn 1991), "Survivance: A Franco-American Obsession" by Larry Poitras (Winter 1990) and "Rhode Island's Franco-Americans in the Civil War" by Paul Delisle (Spring 1992). Psychoanalysts today find that modern man, especially in the United States, suffers from an acute case of aliena- tion, insecurity and anxiety due to a complete loss of or, at least, a diminution of his identity and this, seemingly, because we live in a society or a culture which affords us no 'Ipause for transition1I, no intermission from this great American one-act play in which we are asked to assume a mul- titude of social roles, no truce in the rat-race where a man can suspend life, if only for a moment, to ask himself the elementary questions leading to self-identification and to a subsequent basic state of serenity: who am I? where am I going? do I belong? This evening is one of these precious lulls in life which you, members and associates of Le Foyer of Pawtucket, have rightfully selected for such an appraisal of the self with the comforting and indispensable cultural reinforce- ment from without which this exhilarant gathering affords to each of you individually and to all collectively. May I insert here my personal gratitude to you for sharing this moment with you as I, too, ponder the same question you do and seek an answer that will strengthen within me these very tenets which have brought me much happiness, pride and cour- age in the daily struggles in which all ethnics must invari- ably engage. Who am I? Is this not a question we ask ourselves con- tinuously in a pluralistic society such as ours? Students are frequently confused in their allegiances: how, they ask, can they reconcile their Franco-American background with the exigencies of appearing to be a "genuine American1I, meaning, of course, that they should dispel all traces of their French Canadian ancestry in speech, behavior and attttudes? The other day, a colleague of mine from URI requested me to give him a definition of a FRANCO-AMERICAN and I couldn't help but recall a brief encounter in Kentucky, last January, and the eloquent answer this young man had provided. I was on my way to the men's room when I saw a man of twenty three or four come out of the ladiest room. Teasingly, I asked him about his eyesight and he laughed, saying his wife was in there with their sick child and he was checking on them. I walked in to shave and he went about his business before asking me how to get to a certain place in Georgia since he couldn't find a map at six in the morning. I told - - - C him I had one in my car and would give it to him as soon as I finished shaving. He volunteered that he was not from the area but that he was being transferred from Ohio down South and that he really was from N.H. I told him I was, too. Hesitatingly, he continued: "I tm Canadian. You wouldn't be, too, would you?" I replied in French that I was and told him my name. All barriers went down. In an instant, he was putting his arm around my neck and sputtering excitedly, in French: "Eh Criss! Am I glad to see you! I haven't spoken French in over two years, not since I last spoke with my father in Manchester before coming out here to work. You don't mind if I talk to..you for a while, do you? Criss! It's so good to see you! Imagine: two Canucks from N. H. in Tennessee! I just can't believe my eyes! My wife doesn't speak French, but you'll want to meet her, eh? She'll be just as excited as me to meet you. Criss! What did I do to God to deserve this? Do you know, this is the best thing that's happened to me since my wife and I left N. H.!" And on and on. Unbeknown to him, this young technician had given me in the flesh the very answer I was seeking: A Franco-American is someone who recognizes his French Canadian ancestral and cul- tural background, comes to terms with it, and proceeds to function properly within our marvelous competitive patchwork societal complex. Is this not exactly what Mike Novak was seeking when he was criticizing American colleges and universities for not providing ethnic students with a deeper appreciation of their heritage and all of its ramifications within their lives instead of secretly teaching them a disdain and shame for the manner in which their grandparents thought, acted and felt? Was he not expressing the same need we all share when, in his article White Ethnic (Harper's, Sept. '71), he stated most emphatical1y:Tt I should like to do is come to a better and more profound knowledge of who I am, whence my cmunity came, and whither my son and daughter, and their children's children, might wish to head in the future: I want to have a history.'I We Franco-Americans in New England, and particularly in Rhode Island, are more fortunate, for we have a history, the longest history in New England if we put aside the un- recorded exploits of the Vikings and the Norsemen. Our his- tory began four hundred and fift years ago this spring, back in 1523 when Louise de Savoie, tKe mother of Francoi s ler, had Pigafetta's account of his trip around the world with Magellan translated into French. This, in turn, stirred up so much speculation that France joined the Portu uese and the Span- iards in maritime explorations that divuYged to neither that secret passage to Cathay but took all to the New World. On January 17, 1524, the Dau hine set sai 1 from Dieppe and it is Verrezano, its captain*ve the eastern coast of the United States, from the North Carolina to Maine, its French toponomy.