Approximately 50 family and
friends of Martial LaFleche, gathered for a celebration on August 21, 2014, to
dedicate a bench on the Headingley Grand Trunk Trail.
The bench is a tribute to
the LaFleche family who are long time residents of Headingley, dating back to
farming the area since 1885. The year
2015 will make it the 130th Anniversary.
Four generations of family members were present for the dedication.
Installing the Bench
A lot of hard backbreaking
work went into preparing the foundation for the bench. Here Karl Gompf, of the Headingley Grand Trunk
Trail Association, mixes the concrete, assisted by Cecil and Roger Foidart and
Mom feeling the pain.
The weather was rainy, to
say the least. Or better said, “it was
brutal”. It poured and poured and then
poured some more. But, in the tradition
of the LaFleche family, the party must go on.
A supper was held in the original farm house, with the usual trimmings
and celebration. Then there was a break
in the weather (as if planned) and everyone headed down to the Trail.
The geese loved the weather and showed up for the event "in flocks"
The bench is located where
the LaFleche Road intersects the Trail just west of the perimeter trail head.
The LaFleche Road is so
named, but during the middle of a rain storm, it is not advisable to drive down
the road (Farm Road). Everyone was
warned, but someone must not have received the text, as we watched the
on-coming lights that seemed to stop in the middle of nowhere, and were still
there when we left the dedication.
Opening Remarks
Jean Robson, representing
the Headingley Grand Trunk Trail Association, welcomed those in attendance on
such a dreary night, and how proud the Association was to have the bench
complement the many users of the Trail.
Family Dedication
Cecile Foidart and other family members
made presentations on behalf of the family to commemorate and recognize the
families many years of enjoyment on this land.
Over Heard in the Crowd
As I looked south from the
bench, I overheard someone say, they remembered the days when the forefather’s
used to head out during harvest on Monday morning with 40 men and 40 horses and
stayed all week, coming back on Sunday or when rations ran out (food or
drink??).
I could vividly imagine this tonight, as I looked off into the clouds, mist and fog and saw the the horses disappear into thin air.
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