#Saguenay–Lac-Saint-Jean

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On the phone at work, customer from my family's hometown calls. I chat with him for a few, put his order through, finish the call and then my co-workers are laughing because I apparently switched like I had hit a wall.

Even used the "Because you doin' that?" sentence structure, apparently. My Parisian co-worker is being insufferable.

On the one hand, Saguenay french is weird as hell. I make fun of it all the time. On the other, fuck off with that elitist shit, you know? No one else gets to make fun of it.

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CSN Saguenay-Lac-Saint-Jean

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La belle tournée: Les invités du 28 août 2023 (Saguenay-Lac-Saint-Jean)

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Le Musée de la Petite Maison Blanche - Un incontournable au Saguenay! 2023.

A strange little museum, once a private house, in the path of the 19-20 July 1996 series of flash floods (le Déluge du Saguenay) which did substantial damage to the towns in the Saguenay–Lac-Saint-Jean region. The water flowing out of the door is intended, I think, to represent what happened to structures in the path of the flash flooding.

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Pekuakamiulnuatsh First Nation or Première Nation des Pekuakamiulnuatsh in French, is a First Nation of Canada. The Nation is based on its reserve of Mashteuiatsh, in the Saguenay–Lac-Saint-Jean region of Quebec. The community is 8 km (5.0 mi) north of Roberval, on the western shore of Lac Saint-Jean.[2]

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saguenay blue berry in macro the most tasty blue berry symbol of Lac-Saint-Jean

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Oh (no) Canada...

We've made ourselves some pasta salad and some deviled eggs, and Walt thought he'd break ground by introducing us to Maria Chapdelaine, the 2020 adaptation of Louis Hémon's 1910s novel on the long-suffering nature of your average French Canadian Catholic settler.

To be fair, he knew what to expect and pointed a finger at me. "Don't spoil it for me or Sarah, Mister French Literature degree!" he'd said, while bringing his slice of Key Lime pie to slowly peck at it over the movie's runtime.

I'm not about to give anyone who could read this an expert class, but let's just say that the early twentieth century was one that saw Eastern Canada be oppressively stifled by our Catholic priesthood, to the point of instilling gonzo virtues in the local literary output - such as the notion that a self-respecting colonist moved way up north into Pine Country, hacked foundations out of soil that never completely thaws using primitive tools and then spent a precious few months out of the entire year cultivating a few veggies out of the hardscrabble, with the end-goal of either covering his loan for his lot and tools or dying a good, long, agonizing and Christian death while the sawbones is trying to push a frustrated gelding through fifteen inches of snow. The priest got to you first if you were lucky, you were given your Last Rites and, well, that was it.

So. In this context, we find young and demure Maria Chapdelaine, settled in a verdant hellhole I'd call the Saguenay Lac-Saint-Jean region generations prior to modern-day logging camps and factories. As the exact same spot today is heavily industrialized outside of the pine preserves, but back then, it basically was a clean slate. For people from Montreal or Quebec City, the North was their second Klondike of choice: either you moved down to the States to adapt to the Big City or you abandoned civilization out of the honestly unproven notion that you could just Harvest Moon your way to prosperity.

Maria is sixteen, marriageable, demure, soft-spoken - and absolutely gonzo for a Métis trapper called François Paradis. He represents the 1910s Judeo-Christian ideal in the region, the "Civilized Wild Man" with all the virtues needed to thrive in Society and all the backbone and gumption you'd need to stake out your own fortune in an inhospitable environment. He loves her in the same way - desperately. She hasn't obtained her father's consent, however, so nothing happens. Nothing happens for long enough, in fact, that François up and dies in those pine-strewn wastes after betraying his status as a supposedly-flawless tracker. Maria is beyond distraught, but her social conditioning holds fast. She's the second woman of the household, so her grief only shows at night.

The problem is, Paradis hadn't proposed to her. He hadn't so much as engaged her, either, so it's effectively a love being pined for out of wedlock. You can imagine what the local priests, hypocrites that they are, would've thought about that.

Then comes the second john; a man going by Lorenzo Surprenant. He's the Self-Made Man, the Guy Who's Made it - or to borrow from French songwriter Bernard Lavilliers, the archetypal Tonton d'America, pulling several tall tales about Buffalo, Indiana's trolley system, its electric lights, its well-heated and lit brownstones and, well, the whole glitz and glam of the City, when all you've known is pines that are snowy about eight months out of twelve. Maria hasn't gone over the loss of her pelt-wearing Ken doll, so she responds to Lorenzo's advances noncommittally.

Finally follows Eutrope Gagnon, her neighbour by a few country miles who more or less promises a straight-line continuation of her current life. If anything, he's barely more of an optimized version of her father, as he's budgeted every purchase decades in advance and clearly has contingency plans set in place that could allow for failing crops or subpar yields to generate some profit. He has none of the first's passion, none of the second's pragmatic outlook on holding down a city-based job - and also none of the elder Chapdelaine's hangups about working on a milder lot further down south, where yields are better even if the social and moral credit of giving it a shot up north is abandoned.

If you thought she'd throw her conventions aside during a Disney musical number and confront Buffalo as a new challenge for her to undertake, you haven't really studied up on how the upper States and Provinces in the East coast were still stupefyingly Conservative as of World War One. The Roaring Twenties would improve things in cities, but only the sixties would see Progressivism fully kick the French Canadian clergy in the teeth.

As all this - the suffering of people like Maria's character, her settling for an unambitious life focused on servitude - was seeded in place by our clergy. We were born humble, made for humble lives and destined for hardship. To the Anglophones and Americans went tall tale of pre- and postwar success, we were being held down and more or less morally and intellectually abused by a ruling class of stole-wearing fuckwads who were the defacto lords-o-the-manor for most lots across Quebec that weren't, in fact, in Anglophone hands.

Considering this, should you really be surprised that Quebec and Ontario are as Liberal and Progressive as they are? We didn't just cast our chains off in the Quiet Revolution - we broke them to smithereens. It makes most of us default allies to POC, to the LGBTQA+, all of it because we know precisely well what it feels like to be marginalized. We know precisely how it feels to have natural instincts, personal goals or greater hopes be considered anathema by morons with a collar who hid behind their status as divinely-anointed representatives to control local politics, stifle minds and hoard their admittedly surprising scientific knowledge base (see Jesuits and their interest in Natural Sciences, for instance) for themselves alone.

They got money, they got resources, and French Canadians were told to shut up and take it, to the point where one of our leading character archetypes in adventure serials was Maria Chapdelaine's clone!

Shut up and like it. Carry your burden nobly. Suffer for sins you know nothing of. Endure in silence, for your reward is in Heaven.

Walt's background is consequently different. He grew up reading of Ontario's own Catholic and Anglican priesthoods, but Ontario and the ROC never really had this masochistic complex on being less than nothing and remaining as such. Ontarians are Diet Americans, in a sense - same gusto, same gumption, with just a dash of extra manners inherited from their long-removed English roots. If Louis Hémon had couched his story anywhere close to Sarnia, for instance, the poor kid would've hightailed it to Buffalo without question.

So, as the movie ended, and did so with the slight alteration of Maria not giving any of the three men a definitive answer - Walt gave me a puzzled look.

"Why didn't she leave with Lorenzo? I don't get it."

"Because the story isn't concerned with making sense, Walt," I told him. "This is catechism for shiftless Frenchie kids in their mid-teens as of 1910, hawked to them by well-meaning child molesters who only really think of putting more money in the diocese's coffers by acting as money-lenders to reckless kids with a sense of adventure and some misplaced Judeo-Christian sense of duty."

Sarah, who didn't study Lit, is equally confused. "Why send anyone up north like that? The ground's no good without modern tech or hydroponics!"

I scoffed. "You think fucking priests knew this? These guys seriously thought you could pray horniness away and pray fertility into a bunch of rocks and roots. Oh, and let's not forget that this didn't concern anyone's identity as a Québécois - anyone who did this was a Canadian French; un Canadien errant."

Walt falls silent as he processes this for a few seconds. "I mean, I sort of already knew why, but after this? After seeing this, your Atheism makes a Hell of a lot more sense. Damn, I'd have kicked one of those sanctimonious pricks in the balls, too!"

So... Québécois Lit 101, or Why Catholicism is a fucking grift that's only just recently realized that people are growing increasingly harder to indoctrinate into unquestioning belief.

Which is sort of funny, seeing as you see a lot of local hardcore Atheists sort of take to a hodgepodge of various spiritual, occult or "magical" practices - but hey, they reason, as long as you're not putting more money in the pockets of some shriveled old goat in a white stole in the Vatican, it's all good, right?

I mean, I guess. It's not like Brighid or Odin the Allfather or fucking Baron Samedi have tax collectors indoctrinating people left and right, hm?

Anyway - Happy Canada Day, if you're the type to go shop at Roots.

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22, 44, 66?

Okay here love your answer !

22-did I had problem with the law ?

Never but it's practically happen don't do that never but we are four friends and in my place some church are too old creepy and abandoned,one of my friend succed force the door to go in I refuse at first time but they finally drag me in this shit 🤦🏻‍♀️ some cops go in the church and never find us when we go out and take care some cops see us near and ask to us to go somewhere because little idiots go in the church and we know it was us ,I swear I never do a stupid thing like that again never !

44-did I had a strong accent

-to be totally honest I don't know you know my maternal language is french ! The French in France had they're accent but here in Quebec we had a different accent and it's change place to place I'm from Saguenay lac saint jean and my friend from Montreal and we had a different accent and different expression we don't stop said to the other that we love their accent,and when I talk in English still don't know if I had a strong accent sorry darling

66-prefer long or short hair

For me I prefer long hair darling when I was younger they are so long they are near my butt 🥰 but it's depend for the other I mean I prefer some people with long hair or short hair and it's the same for men some are more beautiful with long hair and other with short I don't really had an opinion on it it's totally depend

Ps:why this picture of our baby boys ? Because we probably totally look like this when we decide do to stupid things 🤦🏻‍♀️

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First Phosphate Reports Initial Mineral Resource Estimate on its Bégin-Lamarche Phosphate Deposit in the Saguenay-Lac-Saint-Jean Region of Québec, Canada

Saguenay, Quebec – Newsfile Corp. – September 18, 2024 – First Phosphate Corp (CSE: PHOS) (OTC: FRSPF) (FSE: KD0) (“First Phosphate” or the “Company”) is pleased to announce the results of its initial Mineral Resource Estimate (“MRE”) for its Bégin-Lamarche project, located 50 km north of the City of Saguenay, Quebec, Canada. The MRE, with an effective date of September 9, 2024, was carried out…

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Where Might You at Any Point Find the Best Canada Fishing Lodges

Finding the best Canada fishing lodges is essential for an unforgettable angling adventure. With Canada's vast wilderness and abundant freshwater bodies, the country offers some of the world’s most exceptional fishing experiences. Here’s a guide to help you discover the top destinations for Canada fishing lodges that promise outstanding fishing, comfort, and breathtaking natural beauty.

1. Northern Ontario

Northern Ontario is renowned for its world-class fishing, particularly in regions like Lake of the Woods, Wabakimi Provincial Park, and Algoma Country. These areas are home to some of the finest Canada fishing lodges where anglers can target species like walleye, northern pike, smallmouth bass, and muskie. The lodges here often provide guided fishing tours, luxurious accommodations, and access to remote, pristine waters. If you’re looking for a combination of top-notch fishing and serene wilderness, Northern Ontario is a must-visit.

2. British Columbia

For those who prefer the West Coast, British Columbia offers some of the best Canada fishing lodges with access to both freshwater and saltwater fishing. The province’s coastal lodges, especially on Vancouver Island and the Haida Gwaii archipelago, are famous for salmon and halibut fishing. Inland, the Fraser River is a prime location for sturgeon fishing. British Columbia’s lodges often combine rugged outdoor experiences with modern amenities, making them ideal for both seasoned anglers and families seeking adventure.

3. Manitoba

Manitoba is another top destination for Canada fishing lodges, particularly in regions like the Northern Lakes and Whiteshell Provincial Park. The province is known for its abundant populations of trophy walleye, northern pike, and lake trout. Manitoba’s lodges are often situated in remote areas, offering anglers an authentic wilderness experience. With options ranging from rustic cabins to full-service resorts, you’ll find accommodations to suit any preference and budget.

4. Saskatchewan

Saskatchewan boasts some of the best Canada fishing lodges in the heart of the province’s famous lake district. The province’s northern lakes, such as Lake Athabasca and Reindeer Lake, are prime locations for catching massive northern pike, walleye, and lake trout. The lodges in Saskatchewan often emphasize personalized service, offering guided fishing excursions, gourmet meals, and comfortable lodging amidst stunning landscapes.

5. Quebec

Eastern Canada’s Quebec is another fantastic option for anglers seeking premier Canada fishing lodges. The province’s vast network of rivers and lakes, including the legendary Lac Saint-Jean and the Saguenay River, offer excellent opportunities for catching Atlantic salmon, brook trout, and northern pike. Quebec’s fishing lodges vary from luxurious retreats to more rustic setups, catering to both serious anglers and those looking to combine fishing with other outdoor activities like hiking and wildlife viewing.

Conclusion

Whether you’re after trophy fish, tranquil waters, or a combination of both, Canada fishing lodges across the country offer an array of experiences tailored to your needs. From the rugged beauty of Northern Ontario and British Columbia to the expansive lakes of Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Quebec, each region provides its own unique charm and fishing opportunities. No matter where you choose to cast your line, Canada’s fishing lodges are sure to deliver an unforgettable adventure.

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Un Noël Solidaire

Lancement des Paniers de Noël à Chicoutimi Continue reading Un Noël Solidaire

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my vampy man yayaya

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Name: Bellamy Dubois

Age:”36” (299)

Birth Date: Dec 12th 1723 

Place of Birth: Paris, France

(Turned: Dec 28th 1759)

Slumber: October 18th 1850 - Present (172 yrs)

Family

Parents: Mr. & Mrs. Dubois†

Sibling(s): Pierre Dubois† (1710 - 1739) 

Wife: Audrey Dubois† (née. Audrey McAdam)

Children: Elaine Dubois† & Marlon Dubois†

Timeline:

1740) (17) Bellamy Marries (17) Audrey

1741) (18) Bellamy’s Parents pass away in fire and leave him their fortune (Father was rich gunsmith and business affairs happened so his rivals were like *cutely burns down ur mansion*)

1746) Elaine is born

1748) (25) Bellamy’s family moves to New France (Quebec; Near Lac Saint-Jean & Saguenay)

1750) Marlon is born

1759) (36) Bellamy was turned into a Vampire in suspected mugging gone wrong (not clickbait! gone wrong (gone sexual/j))

January 6th 1760) Bellamy killed his Wife and 2 Children after trying his best to keep him thirst for blood back, a servant saw him n was like awh hell nah and skedaddled. Later that night Bellamy begins to hear a ruckus outside his home only to look and see a mob gathered. Before he can rush to the door to block it they knock it down (it wasnt even locked smh,, coulda just opened it). Bellamy barely stood a chance b4 they basically beat the crap outta him n threw him in a coffin and tossed away the key.

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#Gaspésie24 Destination Gaspésie

En 2013, lors de notre premier voyage d’été en compagnie de notre fils, nous avions dû faire un choix entre le Lac Saint-Jean/Saguenay et la Gaspésie. Et nous avions alors choisi le Lac Saint-Jean. En cette été 2024, nous avons à nouveau l’opportunité d’un séjour d’été prolongé, sans notre fils. L’occasion de compléter notre connaissance du Québec avec 10 jours pour faire le tour de la…