Summer, 1867

I did not live this life for myself, but rather, I have lived it for every one that must come after me. As a young French girl Maskinongé, the only ambitions ever set upon me were those of motherhood, and although it is a title I hold with dearest love, I never could have foreseen what my travels in the West have brought me- that the modest wife of fur trader could shake hands with an Indian chief, could hold a rifle to the heart of a buffalo, could outrun the fatal pursuits of rebel tribesmen. And although my old bones know creak with even the mention of adventure, I know my life was one of forging, of pioneering for and with my French people as they underwent their own reform on the other side of this land.

Mes amis: you have done well. You have fought for our language and for the Francophone flag to fly high in the history of this country they now call Canada. Do not think I was not at one point skeptical of such an alliance with the Upper Canadians, but  you have come this far, hold fast and the French spirit shall continue for years to come! To my French Canadian friends back home: I may be a simple settler, the wife of a fur trader, but our intentions are similar: to create brotherhood in this land. And although my home, the Red River Colony, is not yet a part of the confederation, I hope that one day we shall unite. I have grandson, his name is Louis, he is a bright young man, and is people like him that give me hope of furthering the unity that has been made with between the French and the English; perhaps even the Metis could have their place as well. Louis gives me hope that I had come to the West for a reason, help birth this new frontier, that I too may live to see the day when I call my home Canada.

Excerpts from Marie-Anne’s Twitter History:

 

Thoughts on the the 1827 Rebellions

  Reflections on Confederation of Canada (which have evolved since the final address)