History books will tell us, 'Abraham Martin came to Quebec City around 1619 or 1620 with his wife and daughter Anne. He received the concession which formed the plateau or Wolfe and Montcalm battle in Quebec. Becoming widowed he married Marguerite Langlois. Deceased in 1647, his name was not perpetuated but other ancestors came to establish themselves in New France and left many descendants.'
Noella's Daughter
Saturday, March 11
Abraham Martin
History books will tell us, 'Abraham Martin came to Quebec City around 1619 or 1620 with his wife and daughter Anne. He received the concession which formed the plateau or Wolfe and Montcalm battle in Quebec. Becoming widowed he married Marguerite Langlois. Deceased in 1647, his name was not perpetuated but other ancestors came to establish themselves in New France and left many descendants.'
Monday, January 16
Plains of Abraham
The Plains of Abraham's history trace back to Abraham Martin (aka, the Scot) who was a friend of Samuel de Champlain and my 10th great grandfather. A pilot on the St. Lawrence and a high seas
fisherman, he was apparently Canada’s first Pilote du Roi or 'Driver of the King'. Accompanied
by his wife, Marguerite Langlois, with whom he was to have nine
children, he moved to Quebec City and in 1635 received 12 acres from the
Company of New France. After his death in 1664, it was sold to the Ursulines.
Monday, June 27
Special connection
It’s as though I found a new relative or just a new connection in the world. This sounds dramatic, I know but being French & Italian was very important in my family growing up. I lost my Mom early and her ‘French-ness’ was something I held onto, a special connection, that I had with her. Looking at her photos with this new information…I see it, not just the Irish but myself in her. Turns out that was the special connection all along.
Tuesday, June 21
My garden
Long before ‘organic gardening’ was trendy, my grandparents had a great big vegetable garden in their back yard. Italian immigrants, they were religious in their daily tending, growing cucumbers, tomatoes, squash, eggplants, basil,
Fast forward several years, I find myself living in the home of my dreams with ample land for my first ‘serious’ garden or mini-farm as my husband likes to say. A large plot that seems to grow every year. You can find me daydreaming about the sun on my face and the soil in my hands all winter long, browsing seed books while charting my garden with paper and pencil. Living without a vegetable garden is simply not possible for me. Maybe it’s genetics but I take great pride in the fact that I can feed my family without a trip to the grocery store just as my grandparents did.
This morning before heading to work, I picked the first lettuce of the summer. In just a couple weeks the tomatoes will be ready to can, made into sauce, ketchup and salsa. Most of my friends would rather just make a grocery stop for their spaghetti dinner but not me. All the work will be worth it when January's Sunday dinner is a sweet reminder of summer.
Sunday, June 12
Pate' Chinois
I've collected what might now be called 'vintage' cookbooks for years. The simple recipes have always captivated me. Recently I was given an old journal of my Meme', my French-Canadian grandmother. Not only did she note every cent they spent for years, it's filled with handwritten recipes. Jackpot. She passed away when I was about 6 yrs old so my memories are foggy to say the least. This was just the connection I needed.
The first recipe I found in her journal was for Pate' Chinois or Chinese Pie. This was my comfort food growing up. Seeing her words scribbled in pencil, changing mid sentence from French to English was incredible.
My Mom would make this simple shepherds pie during our cold New York winters just as I now know her Mom must have done. Looking back, I understand is was a frugal way to feed a large family. To me it will always taste like home.
There is no definitive explanation for the name but the most commonly told story is that it was created by Chinese workers building the Canadian railway in the 1880's. I can only imagine that they found the simple ingredients very filling for the hard work they encountered daily.
I make it for my own family now, usually when I find myself with leftover mashed potatoes. If you will be using freshly made, I suggest you make them a little drier than normal and the creamed corn is a must!
INGREDIENTS:
1 lb ground beef (browned & drained with a little onion, salt & pepper)
4 cups mashed potatoes
2 cans creamed corn (must be creamed!)
In a 13x9 baking dish, layer ground beef, then creamed corn and top with mashed potatoes, that's it. I drag fork tines across the potatoes to make small peaks just like my Mom did. It adds a rustic touch and seems to brown up a little better but that's just me.
Bake 30 minutes at 375 degrees or until the top is lightly browned. Let sit for a few minutes before serving.
Monday, June 6
The Italians hit Ellis Island
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Grandma Rossow's ship to the US |
My Italian grandparents came to this country with very little in the 1910's. Grandma arrived a couple years after her husband, traveling with two little girls having buried her oldest daughter two months before making the 3 week trek, by foot, to get on a ship in Rome that would land in NYC about 20 days later.
Arriving in Ellis Island, she waited in the barracks for another month. Her husband needed to travel 6 hours to meet her but more importantly, he needed to take time off from his job and bring the balance of fare owed. She was a tough broad.
Despite the hardships, they raised their many children, not speaking the language and with very little money in a house they bought with cash, that's right... cash. Grandma along with most mothers in her generation, didn't work outside the home but kept a big garden, preserving everything and wasting nothing, mending clothes, keeping house. Both of my grandmothers lived a very hard life but I don't know if they knew that. Every generation moves ahead a bit and my great grandmothers likely saw their daughters as living in luxury in the United States. These were some of the strongest women I never knew. Not only did they survive, they flourished.
They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time. By keeping our ancestors alive thru their food, they will live on for generations..
Arriving in Ellis Island, she waited in the barracks for another month. Her husband needed to travel 6 hours to meet her but more importantly, he needed to take time off from his job and bring the balance of fare owed. She was a tough broad.
Despite the hardships, they raised their many children, not speaking the language and with very little money in a house they bought with cash, that's right... cash. Grandma along with most mothers in her generation, didn't work outside the home but kept a big garden, preserving everything and wasting nothing, mending clothes, keeping house. Both of my grandmothers lived a very hard life but I don't know if they knew that. Every generation moves ahead a bit and my great grandmothers likely saw their daughters as living in luxury in the United States. These were some of the strongest women I never knew. Not only did they survive, they flourished.
They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time. By keeping our ancestors alive thru their food, they will live on for generations..
Sunday, June 5
Our Table
When my husband arrived home with my grandmothers kitchen table, I was beyond excited. Like a child waiting by the door for a new puppy. Emotions ran thru me, grateful for my husband who didn't really want another table in the house but after seeing my face when those words came from his mouth, offered to go right out and pick it up. .. grateful for my sister who offered me the table given to her when she was a new bride almost 50 years ago. It was my table now and I couldn't have been happier.
Before we had all the fancy gadgets and tricked out appliances in our kitchens...we had a table, like my grandmothers table, where families gathered, meals were eaten, prayers were prayed while hands were held, new births celebrated and loved ones were mourned. Our family's history was decided around these tables while sharing meals and stories of the day.
Before we had all the fancy gadgets and tricked out appliances in our kitchens...we had a table, like my grandmothers table, where families gathered, meals were eaten, prayers were prayed while hands were held, new births celebrated and loved ones were mourned. Our family's history was decided around these tables while sharing meals and stories of the day.
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