Pépère was a barber by trade and he was born in St Jacques de L'Achigan, Quebec. When he came to Cohoes he was a young man and most likely already addicted to tabac.
A few things I can remember about pépère....
- He spoke English with a heavy accent.
- He had to have a glass of milk every night- with a shot of brandy in it!
- He never, absolutely never was without his pipe- his tabac
- After he broke his hip falling on ice in the parking lot at St Marie's Church, he always walked with crutches or a cane.
|Paul Emile Rivet with pipe in left hand|
|There's a pipe in my pipere's left hand|
|that's tobacco and I can smell it!|
Les Canadiens sont d'éternels fumeurs. Canadians are eternal smokers.
On dirait que chaque homme, femme et enfant doit nécessairement avoir sa pipe et son sac à tabac et s'en servir constamment. It seems that every man, woman and child must necessarily have his pipe and tobacco pouch and use it constantly.
J'ai vu des marmots âgés au plus de quatre ans qui fumaient avec tout la gravité de leurs grands-pères…»
I saw brats aged up to four years of smoking with all the seriousness of their forefathers ... "
|St Jacques Tobacco Packing Company Limited,|
St Jacques, Quebec
|DUYS CANADIAN TOBACCO COMPANY|
St Jacques or Joliette, Quebec
|From the McCord Museum, Montreal|
|Gatineau Madonna of André Biéler|
TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGOby William Henry Drummond (1854-1907)
TWO honder year ago, de worl' is purty slow Even folk upon dis contree 's not so smart, Den who is travel roun' an' look out de pleasan' groun' For geev' de Yankee peop' a leetle start? I 'll tole you who dey were! de beeg rough voyageurs, W'it deir cousin w'at you call coureurs de bois, Dat 's fightin' all de tam, an' never care a dam, An' ev'ry wan dem feller he 's come from Canadaw Baptême! He 's comin' all de way from Canadaw. But He watch dem, le bon Dieu, for He's got some work to do, An He won't trus' ev'ry body, no siree! Only full blood Canadien, lak Marquette an' Hennepin, An' w'at you t'ink of Louis Verandrye? On church of Bonsecours! makin' ready for de tour, See dem down upon de knee, all prayin' dere- Wit' de paddle on de han' ev'ry good Canad- ien man, An' affer dey be finish, hooraw for anyw'ere Yass, sir! Dey 're ready now for goin' anyw'ere. De nort' win' know dem well, an' de prairie grass can tell How offen it is trample by the ole tam botte sauvage- An'grey wolf on hees den kip very quiet, w'en He hear dem boy a' singin' upon de long portage. An' de night would fin' dem lie wit' deir faces on de sky, An' de breeze would come an' w' isper on deir ear 'Bout de wife an' sweetheart dere on Sorel an' Trois Rivieres Dey may never leev' to see anoder year Dat 's true, Dey may never leev' to kiss anoder year. An' you 'll know de place dey go, from de canyon down below, Or de mountain wit' hees nose aboeve de cloud, De lake among de hill, w'ere de grizzly drink hees fill Or de rapid on de reever roarin' loud; Ax de wil' deer if de flash of de ole Tree Reever sash He don't see it on de woods of Illinois An' de musk ox as he go, w'ere de camp fire melt de snow, De smell he still remember of tabac Canadien Ha! Ha! It 's hard forgettin' smell of tabac Canadien! So, ma frien' , de Yankee man, he mus' try an' understan' W'en he holler for dat flag de Star an' Stripe, If he 's leetle win' still lef', an' no danger hurt hese'f, Den he better geev' anoder cheer, ba cripe! For de flag of la belle France, dat show de way across From Louisbourg to Florida an' back; So raise it ev'ryw'ere, lak' de ole tam voy- ageurs, W'en you hear of de la Salle an' Cadillac- Hooraw! For de flag of de la Salle an' Cadillac.
This poem is in the public domain..