
We did a little last minute shopping before we left Montreal and then drove to Trois-Rivières. “The country side is steeped with steeples”, Marie remarked. Everywhere we go in Quebec we see a steeple on the skyline, often more than one at a time. This is living evidence of the great religious hold the Catholic Church had on the people of Quebec. For the most part, these beautiful stone structures are still in good shape. Many though have already been closed, deconsecrated and turned into museums, concert halls or community centres.
Our goal in visiting Trois-Rivières was to see Canada’s national shrine to the Virgin Mary, Notre Dame du Cap. It is administered by the Oblates of Mary Immaculate founded by St Eugene de Mazenod. As we drove into the eastern suburb, previously called Cap de la Madeleine, surprisingly there were no street signs directing us to the shrine. We passed a large boarded up church with gaping broken windows, not a good sign we thought. Finally we found Sanctuaire Notre Dame du Cap as it is called en francais. It consists of a large church, an historic stone chapel, outdoor Stations of the Cross, lovely gardens, pathways, an RV park and Oblate residences. They have thousands of pilgrims each year, ongoing youth rallies and special events year round.

Sanctuaire Notre Dame du Cap
We walked around the beautiful gardens and buildings and then met with Fr Bernard Menard, OMI for a little chat. He said there are at least a dozen Oblates working there. He is originally from Ottawa and had been very involved with Novalis and L’Arche in his long career. He told us about meeting Fr Jack Lau, OMI several years ago when Jack was considering coming to Canada from the U.S.. (It was Fr Jack who drew us to Galilee and Arnprior after we retired.) Then he blessed us. It was a special moment for us as Oblate lay Associates. Thank you again Fr. Bernard!

We then drove about an hour east looking for accommodation and suddenly saw a sign for Auberge du Manoir Dauth. The place initially looked deserted we thought but actually was quite busy. It was a magnificent, peaceful and comfortable place to stay which we thoroughly enjoyed. Hosts Bridgitte and Christian made us feel very welcome. They served us a great breakfast – gourmet porridge, crepes, fruit, eggs, bacon before warmly bidding us to come back. Wow! 5 star place, highly recommended.
Next day we drove to Québec City and found a parking spot right near the Chateau Frontenac. We walked around taking photos of everything in the warm sunshine. We went to the Anglican Cathedral and heard a short organ concert. A little shopping and then lunch in the shade. We got out of town quickly and continued on our way to Ste Anne de Beaupré.

Ste Anne de Beaupré is the national shrine for Ste Anne, Mary’s mother and the patron saint of Québec. It is administered by the Redemptorists Religious Order founded by St Alphonsus Ligouri. We caught the English Mass in one of the most beautiful churches we have ever been in. This shrine is a real pilgrimage attraction and well maintained. Still it was not crowded. We relaxed a bit outside as we gazed at the impressive exterior of the church. We decided to stay nearby and found a nice little motel, though the room was tiny. We had a nice steak dinner after a most enjoyable day.

Sanctuaire Ste Anne de Beaupré
Sadly many of these shrines and churches may not last much longer. There is a shortage of young priests and religious to animate them. There is a shortage of young parishioners to support them. The next 10 years will see thousands of such properties shuttered across Canada. We are so lucky to experience them now in all their glory. We can’t imagine the sacrifices our ancestors and religious community members made to build and maintain them. Thanks be to God for giving us a glimpse of his great glory through our pilgrimage to these great national shrines.









For sometime now we have wanted to go back to Montreal and visit some old haunts. Well this was the year. We drove to Montreal stopping first at 6815 Sherbrooke Street W (near Cavendish) to see Dave’s grandmother’s apartment building. Nana as we called her, lived here from about 1954 to 84. Dave has fond memories of visiting her here as a child. I can still smell the clean soapy smell of her apartment and that particular musty smell of the lobby as you entered. To us Montreal was a big city then and now. I remember marvelling at the buses, the traffic and the excitement of it all. “Hatwatter” (with the accent on the last syllable) the bus drivers used to announce at Atwater Ave on our way downtown.










Bienville, Iberville’s younger brother was left to govern the slow growing Louisiana colony. In the spring of 1718, he founded New Orleans which becomes its capital. It was named after Philippe II, Duke of Orleans. In 1723, Governor Bienville moved into his new home in the French Quarter, in what is now the Custom House. Thus it is a Canadian born who is the founder of one of the most culturally unique cities in North America. If you google Iberville or Bienville, you will find dozens of towns, schools and communities which proudly bare these names today. This is living Canadian history folks. Thanks for reading.

Arriving at the mouth of the Hayes River on Sept 24, he lands a party to reconnoitre York Fort and begins preparation for a long winter siege. In October, he summons the English to surrender and surprisingly, they do. Though well supplied with men, heavy cannon, food, and trade goods, governor Thomas Walsh had neglected to lay in firewood, ignoring earlier warnings of an impending French attack. That winter, there was much hardship and scurvy takes the lives of many Englishmen, French sailors and Canadians too. In the late spring of 1695, York Fort, now renamed Fort Bourbon, is left in charge of the French and Iberville returns to France. During his campaign there, the Indians had brought 450 canoe loads of rich pelts to trade.
Iberville than sailed to Placentia (Plaisance), the French capital of Newfoundland, determined to route the English from the island. It is to be one of his most daring, ingenious and cruelest campaigns ever. Iberville marches his men across the Avalon Peninsula (this had never been done before by a military force) and proceeds to attack station after station, killing, looting and utterly destroying the fishing settlements of the English. There is an excellent detailed story of his campaign worth a read 


Back home in Europe, to contain Louis IV’s ambitions, England joins with the Dutch, Austria and eventually Spain and Savoy in the Nine Years War against France, known as King William’s War in North America. In August 1689, news of this having reached the English colonies first, 1500 Iroquois are emboldened to attack Lachine just outside Montreal. Many French settlers are killed (reports range from 25 to 250) and the settlement is burnt to the ground.
In retaliation, Governor Frontenac sends a force of 210 led by Pierre’s brother Jacques, with Pierre 2nd in command and another brother Francois de Bienville, to attack Corlaer (Schenectady) outside of Albany, NY in Feb 1690. They catch the town completely unawares, killing as many as 60 inhabitants, taking 25 prisoners and 50 horses back to Montreal after burning the settlement to the ground.









Not far away at the fortified St.-Marie mission, the French and Huron prepared for a last stand. 300 brave Huron from La Conception sortied out and inflicted severe losses on the Iroquois before being overwhelmed by much superior numbers. Fearing the arrival of other large Huron relief forces, the Iroquois then withdrew. This was on March 19 which was the Feast of St. Joseph. The French attributed their deliverance to his special protection. St Joseph is the patron saint of Canada

We learned last time from W. J. Eccles in the The Canadian Frontier 1534-1760, that the Jesuits established themselves in missions in Huronia during the period 1632-39. Their goal was to convert the Huron Nation, some 30,000 strong, to Christianity.
The Jesuits found that before they could hope to enjoy and real success, they had to undermine the old beliefs of the Huron, and in so doing, they helped to destroy their culture. One approach was to demonstrate that the Indians reliance on dreams to govern their future actions was inefficacious. Once a few Huron had been converted and openly rejected the belief in dreams, and if they had as much luck in the hunt as the pagans, the latter began to doubt their old beliefs.
