Louis Laurin

Louis Laurin

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Louis Laurin was an exact opposite [of his brother John].  Distant, reserved, even haughty.  We knew him little because he was personally and geographically distant.  He enlisted about 1939, worked up through the ranks [Air Force] during the war years, and retired as a Lt. Colonel. JLR

Louis Laurin was the son of Alma DuBois and her first husband, Louis Laurin. His sister was Louise, and they lived in Cumberland, Wisconsin. Louis Laurin died young, and Alma later married Louis H. Rivard. Alma and Louis H had three sons, John, Raymond and Richard.

I remember Louie Laurin as a small girl. In college years on a trip to South America with my present day husband we stopped in Miami and stayed with Louie and his wife. They had two toy poodle dogs and a very secure home protection system. Louie was hospitable, not exuberant in his manner but graciously took us around Miami and showed us the highlights, like Coconut Grove. GRB

Ona Dunneman & Martha Nihart

Ona Dunneman & Martha Nihart

The foursome is definitely teachers, because I recognize Martha Nihart and Ona Dunneman, both of whom were friends of Annabelle.  Martha never married, and was my English teacher in high school 1952-56.  I have an early memory of Rose and I being upstairs in Alma’s house with Martha in her room, where she took a picture of us with her new camera.  Probably circa 1943.   Ona married, stayed local, and remained an acquaintance of Annabelle. JLR

In Front of the Alma and LH Rivard Home

In Front of the Alma and LH Rivard Home

The home of LH and Alma Rivard in TL.  During the hard times of the 30’s and into the 40’s, Alma rented two upstairs bedrooms to teachers to supplement the family income.   Annabelle Berg Rivard rented there.  I suspect the top photo is Alma with two teachers. John L Rivard

Who could the tall distinguished woman in the center have been? Was she a teacher? What did she teach?

Views of the Home of LH and Alma Rivard

Views of the Home of LH and Alma Rivard

The house in all the photos is the house of LH and Alma Rivard, their second house.  It was across the street from St. Ann’s church, with three lots facing the street, and 11 acres stretching out behind.  It had a large garden area out back, separate barn for about 3-4 cows, a chicken coop, and a large apple orchard further back with about 8 very productive trees of different varieties.  The lots on either side were vacant, until LH built the new house about 1952 on the lot to the right, after his lakeshore property development “Rivard Park” near Lake Wapogasset (Amery) had put him back on a solid financial footing (he sold out the 53 platted lakeshore lots). 

All five children of Alma Laurin Rivard lived in this house, and became young adults in this house, but Raymond remembered living in their house next to the blacksmith shop, so none was born in this house. JLR

 

Do you know this dog?

Do you know this dog?

“The dog is Fitzi, beloved pet of the LH and Alma Rivard family, especially Louise. It’s very likely that the dog was never a favorite of the exceptionally clean housekeeper Alma. But Fitzi had acquired legendary status by the time the children of Louise and Raymond heard the stories.” JLR

What’s the point?

What’s the point?

We think the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for joy.

Pema Chödrön

Images from Home

The seasons converge in Autumn; Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. September, October, November and December come together. Snow, sunshine, birth and death happen. The wind blows, or doesn’t blow, and what we know for sure is that which we don’t know, in the face of uncertainty. We feel sadness, happiness, hope and despair. One is irrelevant, without the other.

Hallowe’en

On Hallowe’en the old ghosts come

About us, and they speak to some;

To others they are dumb.

 

They haunt the hearts that love them best;

In some they are by grief possessed,

In other hearts they rest.

 

They have a knowledge they would tell;

To some of us it is a knell,

To some a miracle.

 

They come unseen, they go unseen;

And some will never know they’ve been,

And some know all they mean.

 

“The New Book of Days” by Eleanor Farjeon

Sensitivity

Sensitivity

“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her.”
― Robert Heinlein