Marie-Hélène Mercier and Armande Langlois- LAPRISE-MERCIER-TRÉPANIER- LANGLOIS- OUR SURVIVORS
October 9, 2024, today our only surviving families in 2024 are alive and let us all be happy to be able to give them glory, near all of us on this day, Marie-Hélène Mercier and Armande Langlois
Marie-Hélène Mercier
Born October 2, 1927
Parents: Alfred Mercier and Adèle Rancourt
Marriage
Marie-Hélène Mercier 21 years old & Camilien Lapierre 24 years old
April 23, 1949 in St-Samuel De Gayhurst, Frontenac, Quebec
Canada
Children: Michel Lapierre, Carole Lapierre, Francine Lapierre and Alain Lapierre
Armande Langlois
Born December 17, 1932 in Saint-Samuel de Gayhurst
Parents: Théophile Langlois and Yvonne Boucher
Marriage
Armande Langlois 17 years old & Arthur Mercier 38 years old
October 28, 1950 Saint-Samuel de Gayhurst
Life is a tortuous path full of happiness and it is up to us to choose the path we want to take in complete freedom.
Poem to life
The path is at first only a path passing through the meadow,
Where the mother leads her child by the hand, on the edge of the valley, the children's path
Pass through a garden. Solitary dreamer and the adolescent strips of leaves and throws the white roses from the flower bed to all the winds.
When the lover gets lost in this charming grove, he sees his distant chimeras disappear, the demon of evil indolently leads him to the edge of the impure fountains.
Further on, it's the black tree, always turning away from the tree of science where lies, artificial intelligences float.
Keep its branches from veiling your beautiful days and frightening your beautiful dreams.
Leaving the garden, the flower and the song, the Youth and the Love which fall asleep on the grass, you the traveler approaches the harvest field, where his arm embraces a sheaf of his harvest he will soon rest on the blond hill where the grapes ripen:
For the intoxicating cut, he finds a kiss on her withering lips.
Further on, there is the desert, the nebulous desert, dotted with cypresses and funeral bouquets; finally, there is the mountain with angular rocks, from which darkness will descend.
To climb it, passing by, God will leave you all alone on earth.
A friend remained to you, but here he falls, and farewell; the oblivion of all has covered you with the shroud,
And your children dig your grave!
And, seeing himself so far from the path where his mother fell asleep every night on his throbbing breast and he wipes away a bitter tear.
Seeing himself far from you, missed paradises, in a sweet memory his heart takes refuge:
In vain he stretches his arms towards the beautiful season, he sheds sobs at the howling winter wind; He saw the last horizon near him,
