Off on a new adventure! Waiting at airport to board a plane for Shanghai, China! Already getting some Mandarin info. Will be flying over the artic, one direct flight!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

I am busy stitching the white on the fibre work, Ce fût un coup de coeur, related to the walk.

It will be on exhibit April 10-26, 2015  inclusive (closed Mondays & Tuesdays; open noon -5 Sundays - Wednesdays) at youme gallery, 330 James St. N., Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.  On Sunday, April 26 I will be performing "On the 2nd Day, the 1st Seemed Like a Dream" (time to be announced.)

To see some detailed images of the firework in progress see pp. 34 - 37:

http://www.blurb.com/books/6080727-we-you-me-2015

In this same catalogue of the exhibit we@youme 2015, Dean's art video "Document 480", also related to the walk to Deerfield, can be seen on pp. 26-29.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Woke up with the title of this song on my mind: Cry Me a River!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Gn9A-kdsRo

Indeed Godfrey Nims had much to cry about as Abigail and Ebenezer survived the forced march from Deerfield to Montreal and Ancienne-Lorette.

Here is a summary of the family's loss from the 1700s as retold by the Nims Family Association:
Note the toll of Godfrey's family members killed or taken captive in the 1704 raid on Deerfield: His second wife captured, dying on the forced march to Canada. One son killed, and one captured, to be redeemed ten years later; four daughters killed that day; one daughter captured and taken to Canada, never to return. A step-daughter, Mary Williams Brooks, and a son-in-law, Phillip Mattoon, captured and killed on the march; a grandchild, infant Mattoon, killed in the attack. Earlier in 1703, a son and stepson captured and taken to Canada, where one escaped and the other died captive. One might well imagine the burden of these tragedies contributing to Godfrey's death sometime early in 1705. 

I am presently working on a fibre art work that will be on exhibit at you me gallery, 330 James St. N., Hamilton, ON, Canada from April 10 to 26, 2015.  And I am also working on a performance project that will occur at you me on the afternoon of April 26, 2015. 

Abigail may have been captured and survive but she suffered the loss of her twin sisters who had turned 5 the previous day...

To commemorate Abigail and the walk in September 2014, I have much stitching to do!

Lamothe, M. Fleur-Ange,
Ce fût un coup de coeur, 2014-'15,
a sourced made-in-Canada wool & fur coat, wool yarn, collected stones, plastic,
size 12

(detail photo to come)

Lamothe, M. Fleur-Ange,
ON THE 2ND DAY, THE 1ST DAY SEEMED LIKE A DREAM, 2015,
performance project

I have much stitching to be done between now and April 10th!

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Still looking through my photos from iphone to detect when I started walking a little further everyday to build up my endurance.

I set myself a visible goal: to get to a particular post for instance, within sight of where I had turned around the next day.  So it was very gradual and hence, doable.

I know at one point I began to take photos of the turn-around point though not finding them at the moment.

This photo taken with the help of the sun, indicating to me where I was along the familiar Powerline Road.

photo taken December 3, 2013

N.B. I've also added a couple of photos and captions to Day 13, Sept. 15, 2014.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

I have added a photo to each of the posts for Day 26 -Sept. 28 and Day 28 - Sept. 30 as well as making the existing photos larger.

Now that my Christmas projects are over, I am hoping to get back to the blog and to get a blurb book underway of our walk.

Looking through my journals, I am not sure when I started prolonging my walks in order to train for this walk.  The first entry I have found noting that I am doing more than a 40 minute walk was on January 31, 2014.  " J'ai marché aller-retour jusqu'au ruisseau Fairchild *au chemin Powerline. Ça m'a pris qu'une heure et 45 minutes."

I can look back at my iphone photos as I remember taking photos at the turn around point.

Christmas Day, December 25, 2014

I have just updated Day 2, Sept. 4, 2014 by making the photos extra large and adding a photo of Pauline and I at the horticultural sign for Chambly, Québec.  On the first day we took a photo of Dean, Pauline and I as we started the walk.  When the first day's walk ended, Pauline and I had a photo taken of each of us for the record!  It felt like an accomplishment to have completed a day's walk.  Soon it would become routine to take a photo of Pauline and I together at the beginning and end of the day's walk.

The walk is not a memory.  My right foot has returned to 99% normal.  I need to make my daily walk a regular part of my day again.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

It has been a month since I was in Deerfield, Massachussetts.

Today, I have assembled signs of the times, a collection of images that show the changes since my great (7x) grandmother Abigail Nims was taken from her hometown of Deerfield to the Montreal area.

These photos are in the order of the long walk from Montréal to Deerfield.  Not every day had one of these signs, depending on the area where we were walking...

mondou

pour les animaux

ah! les moustiques!

un collectionneur de papillons de l'Afrique

j'ai acheté son ancien filet de papillons ($5 CA)

TD

Treat 4 Dogs

not all cats go to daycare

in the shed 

at back of house

of our B&B

in Northfield Falls, VT

where a dog lived

a greeter

at a horse farm

N'est-ce pas que les temps ont changé depuis 1704?

Thursday, October 16th, 2014

My grandparents Lamothe had 15 children and over one hundred grandchildren.

Though it had not been in my plans, I hadn't paid attention to the details of the route, I visited my cousin Thérèse while walking from Montreal to Deerfield on September the 6th.

I live in the province of Ontario and my cousin Therese lives in the province of Québec.  I knew she lived in St. Jean sur Richelieu.  And I also remembered that she said that she spent a summer at our house babysitting when I was two.  It had seemed a fond memory for her though I had no memory of it.

Though there was a memory of a photo.  I wrote to my brother Henri, current keeper of my late parents' album and he found exactly what I was looking for.

I will get a photo printed for Thérèse and write to her.

I believe Thérèse is the cousin on the right, holding my late brother Jacques.

This journey was more than one to do with ancestors from the 1700s.

I had lived and studied in Hearst, Ontario, for a year when I was 18 years old and I had not visited my  tante 'live. I did not make the same mistake this time.

I enjoyed my visit and learned that my cousin

was loving

and 

kind.

She gave me a rosary that she had crocheted herself.

(photo to come)

Our grandmother Lamothe would have been proud of us.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Have I put up a photo of Dean and I yet?  Nice of you to arrange Fox Hill Rd as an encounter when you mapped our route, Dean!;~)  And if this photo were large enough, you could see my life-time friend, Pauline, reflected in Dean's sunglasses.  And I am wearing the bracelet I purchased on Isle La Motte on day 6 our first day off.

Someone asked if I had ever found the bracelet.

No I didn't.

Here is what it looked like:

It had a large blown-glass green heart.

I walked wearing it the whole week it was mine.

I imagined giving and receiving love

as I breathed.

It made walking easier.

I wore it

whether it was

warm or cold.

I noticed

it had

a small pink heart

and

a small green heart.

At the end of this day, I noticed it was missing.

We had walked a very long way.

We checked the photos,

and I knew it had been lost earlier in the day.

Maybe around Wells River,

where I had rushed down to the shore.

Heading home,

we stopped 

and

I checked.

I was okay

not having it.

I did email

the store

where I had 

purchased it.

I have received no reply.

Upon my return,

I received a glass bead bracelet

my daughter and granddaughter

had strung together.

I has a metallic thread, 

and a strong clasp.

The beads are green and blue.

It was made with love.

Tuesday, October 14th, 2014

Nail polish, during walk, first rubbed off on toe

next to my shortest toe, then the toe next to my 

tallest toe. Normally that never happens.

Happily no pain occurred in this area.

No pain in my right foot this morning and I did not put any cream on last night.

Last Wednesday, I went to my massage therapist, Catherine Proulx, for my monthly massage.  She informed me that the pain in my foot was from a ? that went from my big toe, over the top of the foot, and up the front of my leg.  She manipulated it. At first touch, it was sore.  The gentle manipulation eased the pain. Then she iced it.

When I got home and told Dean about it he suggested I use the Arnica cream he had since our first naturopathic doctor, Dr. Laura recommended it to him.  I didn’t remember he ever had this.

Then on October 11^th, I get a late summer newsletter from Naturopathic Perspective.  Included is: Note the third item is Arnica oil!

For Your “Naturopathic” First Aid Kit

Herbals

•Calendula ointment/cream - treating minor cuts and abrasions
•Tea tree oil - Treating minor cuts and abrasions, burns, earaches, hives, rashes, sunburns, and can even help with the removal of ticks.
•Arnica oil - Known for its anti- inflammatory and pain-relieving properties, helps with aches, bruises and sprains on unbroken skin. •Distilled witch hazel - Helps heal bruising, reduces swelling and itching, and can be used to soothe skin that has come in contact with poison ivy and poison oak.
•Burt’s Bees lip balm – protects/ treats lips from wind and sun burn

Note the third item is Arnica oil!

So the next day, I check the book, Ecoholic Body: Your Ultimate Earth-Friendly Guide to Living Healthy & Looking Good by Adria Vasil, published by Vintage Canada and sold at Goodness Me, to see how good the book is.  I looked in the index and there it was: arnica cream, p. 231, arnica cream for pain relief, p. 199. It says it is great for reducing bruising and swelling. 

199: “Arnica cream is a staple in many cupboards (mine now) for slathering on bumps, bruises and pulls. This European herb has great anit-inflammatory properties and helps speed up healing.  Remember to avoid wild arnica (scarcity.) Best to get a certified-organic arnica product by Canadians St. Francis Herb Farm Oil.

So it was the 3^rd time in less than a week that “Arnica” has come to my attention.  I thought you’d want to know about it.

Monday, October 13, 2014

As promised in my last posting, here is the set of photos I did not get to blogging yesterday.

We were walking on a road on Grand Isle situated on Lake Champlain, a week after school started this year.

I spotted this playground ship to the side and behind the school.  It was too far for my lens to capture.  I told Pauline I was going, and to hold her back, I asked if she would take a photo of the school's sign.

As I approached, I would not have been surprised to have a principal or vice-principal come out and inquire what I was up to. (It happened to me as recently as last year when we were on Jersey Island.)  No one did here and I was free to take a photo.

Or two.  I think this is the coolest newsletter.  It was posted in the playground. I've no doubt this is a happy environment for children.

Here is the cheerful sign for North Hero School.  I hope Pauline wasn't upset when I took my own photo.  Can't remember now, but I think she started walking again.  I wasn't calling her my "Pacer Bunny" at that point.  I am grateful that Pauline was there.  It wouldn't have been as great a quest without her.

On the second day of our walk, the first day felt like a dream.  I had to find ways of remembering.

With this last capture, I got my answer to why no one was too worried abut someone walking about.  The school and the municipal offices shared a common space.

Today, as I processed these images, I notice that one of the places on the map is named Carrying Place!  I wonder if this was where 3 three old Abigail and other little children were carried on Lake Champlain in 1704!

Sunday, October 12, 2014 _Child Care

The first photo of this series on Child Care / Day Care I took because I liked the play on words.

The second was of a Maman who had run past us. When we caught up to her, she was doing sit-ups and kissing her son every time she got up.  She was a good sport and let me take their photo and even  do a video, though she didn't replicate the kissing.

Some places had very old signs to indicate that children lived in the neighbourhood.

By the time, I saw this sign, I was committed to taking photos of early childcare.  Certainly because Abigail was not quite four, when she was captured.  Thankfully, she was well cared for, either having been carried and/or pulled in a sleigh.

Some things have changed since 1704 and some things have not.

Some of you may remember the green flag carrying turtle I shared back on Day 21 - September 23rd_to alert drivers that school children that children were crossing at the time it is standing up.  Here are the photos I took as we walked from Montreal QC to Deerfield, MA. 

I noticed some neat playgrounds.

* Tomorrow, I hope to have time to put up a photo of another school yard

This black silhouetted image, though lacking one child, reminded me of the Dionne Quintuplets from Ontario.

We had lots of two and four-footed company on Day 25 - Sept. 27.

Good to see that some still play the old game of tic tac toe.

Pauline and I loved the whirligigs with a rainbow bicycle! Bye for now.

Day 34 – October 6, 2014 – Second post

I’m grateful that Dean made note of my comments re what I learned during this journey, as I drove the three of us home from Richfield Springs, NY. My apologies if there is a repeat from the previous post as it is October 11^th as I write this and I have a nasty cold (which manifested itself suddenly as I went to bed our first night home!)

40. I learned that when there is a (USA) road sign indicating an upcoming exit, it comes immediately after the sign.

41. I learned how runners can run while in pain.  The pain sensors shut down after 15 minutes or so.  The only problem is they kick in again after a brief stop.

42. I practiced acknowledging the pain by breathing to the area and it worked resolving the pain.

43. I read the 7 suggestions that Janet Heartson, shaman and B&B hostess in Barnet, VT lists in her book, Extraordinary Moments in an Ordinary Life, p. 138, “Lessons in Dealing with Chronic Pain”.  “Cry” is the 7^th suggestion.  (For any of you wanting to know more, send me an email at fmwlamothe@gmail.com

44. “Our bodies are motion detectors!” This came to me as I drove and was a real insight.  (I think I mentioned it in the first 39 things I’ve learned.  If I am correct, the explanation will be there.)

45. When walking for a long duration, songs arrive in your head, without use of radios or other technology.  (I paid attention to these and looked for the songs to post on Facebook.) Songs included Wade in the Water (when did I learn this one?), Blackbird.  Some songs came after the walk: I have been dreaming I am walking. The song was I’m Never Coming Home.  I also had children’s nursery rhymes repeat in my mind e.g. Ma p’tite vache a mal aux pattes. (Were my own legs aching at the time?!)

46. I learned that Pauline came up with a song she was familiar with and that she had come to associate with me.  Merci Pauline Bernard for the gift of this song! Chante là ta chanson!

47. By using the voice messager on my iphone, I realized how much time I spent thinking in French. The fact that Pauline was with me probably was a significant factor.

48. Individuals organize differently.  We have organizational preferences.  I am grateful for seeing this article in an old magazine at the laundrymat in St. Johnsbury, VT. It is an important realization and we should include and respect this fact about others who are not like us.

49. One question I had before setting out on this journey was “What did they eat?” I’ve learned that both our stomach and our bowels temporarily shut down during this arduous task. (This also happens when giving birth.) I am awed by the amazing abilities of our bodies!

50. Another question was “Who witnessed this?” We walked the whole length of Vermont from North to South.  Before leaving Vermont by car, we stopped to see rescue animals and old stuffed animals of the area at the 100 mile view close to the Molly Stark State Park.  This is information I needed to know.

51. I wanted to know who Molly Stark was, who had the rare honour of having a state park named after her.  The info that follows was not on the panel by the 100-mile scenic view!

“Elizabeth ‘Molly’ Paige Stark was…strong willed and social, and didn’t bow to her husband’s demands. She was instrumental to the American success at the Battle of Bennington; afther the General departed west from New Hampshire, Molly recruited more men for the New Hampshire Militia. She even converted her homestead barn into a hospital to care for wounded from both sides. The approximate westward routh that Stark and his volunteers followed is commemorated by the Molly Stark Trail Scenic Byway.” From Molly Stark State Park Map & Guide pamphlet (Wilmington,VT)

52. I learned from my friend and walking companion, Pauline, to continue to communicate privately with my loved ones, my family.  Blogging and Facebook, public communication modes, are no substitute for personal communication.  Merci Pauline!

53. Walking in memory of an ancestress who was born 314 years ago, taught me that our family Tree is alive and well.  I dare say from roots to tree top!  (I am grateful that Dean taught me how to use voice messaging on my iphone so that this thought was not lost.

54 a. Not sure what I was saying when Dean wrote “no paint to preserve.”  Only thing I can think of is that I did not have my journal, paints and watercolours with me when came the time to spend time at the Deerfield cemetery to draw the burial mound.  That experience taught me to go with the flow.  So instead, I stood for an hour or so on the steps of the Nims’ house, under cover from the rain.  That proved to be the best place for me to be, to consider what Abigail remembered and how she and her father each felt at the time of the captivity.

54 b. Dean reminded me what I meant.  The old houses in Deerfield were built before there was paint.  It seems they did not need paint to be preserved.  They fared well in their weather-worn state.

I did not take a photo of the unpainted houses in Deerfield.  I do have one of one side of the building from our B&B in Barnet.  It had been an old creamery.

55. I learned that there is no age limit to enjoy butterflies.