Category Archives: My Mother’s Stories

Albert and I Decide to Marry

In February of 1944, Albert was given a seventeen-day furlough and, during that time, we became engaged to marry. We did not set a date, but we talked of a wedding… Continue reading

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Becoming American–why not?

From We Were Not Spoiled, the memoir of Lucille Verreault Ledoux as told to Denis Ledoux. My father had not come to the US to stay but that’s what happened. Working here to support his family and buying an apartment building that was … Continue reading

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Getting My Dream Coat

From We Were Not Spoiled, the memoir of Lucille Verreault Ledoux as told to Denis Ledoux. My mother-in-law had a lovely black Persian lamb coat. It had large buttons that were very fashionable at the time. That coat was heavy and warm, and … Continue reading

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The First Months of My Marriage

e left Lewiston and our wedding guests to travel to Albert’s base in Syracuse, New York, at 1:30. Since it was still summer… Continue reading

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High School Memories – 1930s

As I was finishing my sophomore year in June of 1937, Robert was graduating from Holy Family School. As when I graduated, my parents did nothing special to mark the occasion… Continue reading

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Aunt Emilia

Ma Tante Emilia and Mon Oncle Louis both worked and, since they had no children to spend their earnings on, they had more disposable income than my parents. They would drive up from New Auburn in a little Ford… Continue reading

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We Move to a New Home

My parents must have had little hope of ever putting aside enough money for a down payment to buy a house of their own. We were still in the three-bedroom apartment on Shawmut Street when… Continue reading

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