The word going around: “Is it worth immigrating to New France?”

By: Marie Clair Mahaffy (F. A. Patel)
May 6, 1663

My name is Marie Claire Mahaffy. I live in New France and say that coming to New France is totally worth it and a great opportunity for young French girls. I have now been here for 9 years.

I must admit that at the beginning it was rough for my husband and me. I missed our customs from Paris, I missed my friends and family, I missed my daily routines. But most of all I hated the long cold days of tiring work.

 But after I had a house, and the fields were ready for our first harvest, and had 9 children to help out around the farm I did not ever regret leaving Paris. I was given a dowry of 100 livres, a home, rich, fertile land, and hope to start a fresh life and not live in poverty.

Are you a young woman who is having trouble supporting her family? Would you like a better life?  If the answers are yes, then you should come to New France!

King Louis XIV has asked for marriageable girls who are fit for country work to go to New France.  Large populations of female youth are needed in New France.

A ship will be leaving From Paris next month, and is scheduled to arrive here on September 22 1663. Please consider joining the community of New France.

If you are coming to New France, you will receive 100 livres; ten for your personal moving expenses, 30 for clothing and 60 to cover the cost of your passage. You will also

receive Stockings, gloves, some ribbon, four shoelaces, a spool of white thread, needles, pins, a comb, a pair of scissors, knives, a handkerchief and two livres in cash, in a case before your voyage.

When you arrive, you must present your birth certificate and a recommendation from your parish/priest or local magistrate stating that you are free to marry. It will be necessary that you are of appropriate age for giving birth and that you are healthy and strong for country work or you should at least have some ability for household chores. We only ask for village girls who are as fit for work as men are. If you were not raised in the country then you are not fit for this land.

      You will be staying in houses with dormitory style settings until an appropriate spouse of your liking is found for you. You will be under the care of female chaperones and will learn practical skills and chores to help you with your future household responsibilities.

     

            You and your fiancés will seek out a notary to draw up a marriage contract. Quick marriage and family is encouraged. So you will probably be married within a few weeks. Your wedding will consist of a religious ceremony at the local church.

In addition to any dowry of goods that you might bring from France, you and your husband will be given an assortment of livestock and goods to start you off in married life: a pair of chickens and pigs, an ox, a cow and two barrels of salted meat. You will receive 50 livres if you marry a solider/habitant, but 100 livres if you marry an officer.

Once you have settled down with a home, growing crops and children, a yearly pension of 300 livres will be granted to your family, if you have ten children, it will rise to 400 livres.

            This could be a wonderful experience. Encourage all of your friends and family to come join our community here in New France. And please, consider coming yourself.

My Own Experience to France

When I went to France I was 4 years old so I do not remember much but I know how it looks a bit. The day my family got there it was raining. On the high way when we were in the car I remember my sister telling me we were entering Paris. In France I have an aunt and uncle 3 cousins. They have a restaurant in Paris near this one building that has a red windmill on the roof! I remember my little cousin reading a book out loud and it sounded weird to me because he was reading in french. I also remember eating in the restaurant and I remember it was so pretty. We went walking to the restaurant because all we had to do was cross the street. The worst part of the trip was when I fell asleep when my family went to see the Eiffel Tower.

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Canada’s Version of Third World

By: F.A.Patel

Aboriginals living in Attawapiskat are living in conditions like a third world country (such as India, Kenya, or Bangladesh) residents like, Beverly Koosetachin who lives in Attawapiskat, Ontario, takes medication for mental illness and has an alcoholic mother.  She lives in northern Ontario with running water, a one room shed as a shelter, heated by a wood burning stove. At the age of 30, she is living ‘okay’ but not as well as many other Canadians. She lives with her boyfriend and father, a pastor In a Pentecostal church. Koostachins income consists of her government disability allowance of $1342 a month.

Since the local chief Theresa Spence declared a housing emergency last month. The Red Cross has rushed in with aid such as; winter sleeping bags, warm clothing, and electric space heaters. The residents of Attawapiskat were forced to leave their homes and are camping out in crowded sheds without running water and tents. This has been happening for years.

27 year old Lisa kiokea – linkarter, her husband, and 4 children have been living in a tent for the last 2 years. She moved into a tent when her in-laws house (where she had been living) was over crowded with 27 people. The band council supplied the family with the tent. Kiokee – Linklater kept the fire burning in her home through severe weather conditions last winter (-40 c) Wood was used as fuel and is not cheap. Firewood in Attawapiskat is sold for $150 - $200 a cord. She says money is not the problem; it’s the lack of housing. Her children go to school in portable classrooms. It is the only elementary school in Attawapiskat; it has been 12 years since the former school was closed down due to diesel – fuel spill. The spill still needs to be cleaned up and the school needs to be properly replaced.

Do you see a different between the people of Attawapiskat and the residents of downtown Toronto? We would never even dream about living in a building without running water. Their lives could be totally different if they had government funding for their homes. But they are still grateful. They have roof over their heads and firewood for the stove. That is the good life these days in Attawapiskat! 

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You know that feeling you get when you walk into a mall?

The smell of fresh  paint and  the mixture of different perfumes.

That feeling as you see all the fresh new looks waiting for you to try them on.

The feel of the texture the very first time you try it on.

The scent of coffee drifting in the air from the near by cafe.

The sound of exited voices buzzing in the air, along with the click of heels on the freshly polished floors.

The sound of cash registers banging shut with more and more fresh crisp bills piling in, coins clinking against each other.

Walking past the brightly lit stores with big red signs reading "SALE" or "50% off".

You can never get that feeling anywhere else!

We. They. I.

By: F. A. Patel

Authors Note:

It started out a feeling, which became a thought which turned into words, and with a little imagination became a poem.

We.

We played…

We sang…

We laughed…

We cried…

We moved…

We met…

We will never be the same; you are one of them now.

They.

They don’t know what it feels like when the friends you had since kindergarten turn their backs on you.

They don’t know the feeling I get in the pit of my stomach every time I see them in the halls.

They don’t know that feeling I get, like sharp needles plunging into my heart, when I hear them whispering mean remarks about me.

They don’t know about the scars they have caused hidden beneath my longed sleeved shirt.

They don’t know that they are the reason I looked forward to school one day and despised it the next.

They don’t know that the smile on my face is held up with shame, misery, and fear.

They don’t know how much it means to me. They don’t know it means more than just popularity. It means accomplishment, success and even just happiness to me.

When I was younger I wondered why teachers at school taught me about bullying, but now I know it’s because of the kids like them.

They are the bullies I’m too scared to defend myself against.

I.

I will not let them hurt me!

I will stand up for myself!

I will not be afraid to show who I am, even if I’m to extra or weird for them!

I will be who I want to be, and will make sure they don’t take that pride away from me!

Question:

Is it worth losing your father, brother, or husband in a war if, you, your children and grandchildern can be free and live in justice? Why, or why not?

‎"METHAMPHETAMINE"

I destroy homes, I tear families apart

I take your children, and that’s just a start

I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold

The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold

If you need me, remember, I’m easily found

I live all around you, in schools and in town

I live with the rich, I live with the poor

I live down the street, I may be next door

I’m made in a lab, but not like you think

I can be made under the kitchen sink

In your child’s closet, and even in the woods

If this scares you to death, it certainly should

I have many names, but there’s one you know best

I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is Crystal Meth

My power is awesome, try me, you’ll see

But if you do, you’ll never be free

Just try me once, and I might let you go

But try me twice and I’ll own your soul

When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie

You’ll do what you have to, just to get high

The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms

Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms

You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad

When you see their tears, you should feel sad

But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised

I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids

I turn people from God and separate friends

I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride

I’ll be with you always, right by your side.

You’ll give up everything, your family, your home

Your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone

I’ll take and I’ll take till you have nothing more to give

When I’ve finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live

If you try me, be warned, this is no game

If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane

I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind

I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine

The nightmares I’ll give you while you’re lying in bed

The voices you’ll hear from inside your head

The sweats, the shakes, and the visions you’ll see

I want you to know, these are your gifts from me

But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart,

That you are mine, and we shall not part

You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do

But you came to me, not I to you

You knew this would happen, many times were you told

But you challenged my power, and I chose to be bold

You could have said no and just walked away

If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I’ll be your master, you’ll be my slave

I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave

Now that you’ve met me, what will you do?

Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you

I can bring you more misery, than words can tell

Come, take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

coppyright: Bianca R.S.

P.D.

Today was a great  day!(there was no school because of parent teacher interviews) Waking up at around 11:00 am, reading and then actually helping my mom out with some household chores. (I got paid $2. Pretty good eh!) The book I was Reading was a Dear Canada book on the titanic it was a rather sad book :(, and obviously I cried like I do for every book I read about the titanic. It got me thinking  about the titanic movie (which I absolutely love) and reminded me of "My Heart Will Go On By: Celine Dion"

Sorry.

Today at school we had a pink day to raise bullying awareness. There was also a presentation from crime stoppers or 222tips which made me thinks about all the people that I have bullied, or, have bullied me. I want to say "sorry for bullying you or, I forgive you for bullying me".

Song stuck in my head today:

Hi 60 Year Old Fatima!

Hey, this is my first ever posting on my blog! I'm hoping i can keep this blog  forever and ever. So that one day when I'm an old lady I can look back and see my first post on 11.16.2011! So lets say hi to the 60 year old Fatima!

The song stuck in my head to day: