would have us go on location,
I'll leave the city behind and go on location,
I'll start with a couple of vintage postcards found on the web,
depicting a quaint little village called
Here is a more recent view (2008).
It still looks quaint to me...
It is a village set in the Lower St Lawrence regions,
with its national park,
all part now of the city of Rimouski.
I think I went there as a kid,
for a couple of hours or so...
What I am sure of though
is that it is where my parents had their honeymoon.
Not too far from their hometown,
it may have been convenient on some level,
but as far as exotisme goes,
you could do better.
It does look nice though,
to some degree...
Was it romantic enough?!?
Only my mom could say for sure
and she died with her secret,
though she was prone at telling lies to keep up appearances,
not the most reliable witness,
So here you have my connection to the prompt picture this week,
a location, some water, people and a guard railing,
which we call "garde-fou" in French,
meaning it keeps the crazies inside...
I guess it was enough to keep my father to keep from jumping
and swimming away from this marriage...
I must warn those who don't know me otherwise than through SS
that I tend to be rather cynical about this marriage,
even if it meant my coming into this world...
This was done under false pretense to cover up my father's homosexuality
and my mother's codependency...
So you can imagine my position toward the institution of marriage,
even if my father cried his undying love over my mother's death bed.
What an hypocrite!!
Please admire my mother's handy work with the camera here.
Poor framing and unsteady hands...
She never learned to use a camera properly,
And it's not because she didn't try...
My father was better at it!!
I have presented these pictures before,
the ones above and below,
venturing a trip in the 1960s,
but it is only when I compared these with my father's
that I now realize they are from the same trip,
I still can't believe my parents had relatives visiting
while they were on their honeymoon.
So NOT my idea of what a honeymoon should be...
Is this the place where I was conceived?!?
I did show up a few months later...
My mom did confide it was a miracle that I happened at all.
It says a lot for what the future had in store for her...
she made her choice and had to live with it,
I wouldn't have and did encourage her to file for a divorce when I was in my twenties,
to which she snapped back:
"We love each other!!!"
I am sure there are plenty of people out there who truly had a lot more fun at Le Bic than they did
and I am now sending you back to
other contributors will have more interesting stories to tell about other places on this globe.
Apologies to those who might be offended here,
but I can only tell the truth,
and I can only tell the history I know,
even if I'd [sometimes] prefer to be more like my mother
and embellish things to make them more bearable,
but it is not in my nature.
I'd rather see things the way they are and deal with them.
next week will be less personal and a whole lot more fun
as it pertains to Montreal,
and what I think I still do best.
The material is all ready,
only the writing remains to be done.
See you all then,