Par Georges Arsenault, Charlottetown, Janury 21, 2009 L’émission Maritime Magazine de la radio CBC, à l’antenne le dimanche matin à 8 h 30, diffusera ce dimanche (25 janvier) un documentaire de 30 minutes sur Noël Doiron et le naufrage du Duke William durant la Déportation des Acadiens de l’Île en 1758. Noël Doiron vivait à Pointe-Prime (aujourd’hui la région de Eldon). Lui et quelque 120 membres de sa famille ont péri dans le naufrage. Le village de Noel dans le comté de Hants en Nouvelle-Écosse porte son nom. En fait, c’est dans cette région qu’il demeurait avant d’émigrer à l’Île en 1750.
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Category Archives: French language rights
My computer is haunted by French ghosts

A few weeks ago I sang two French songs at the Fete Nationale Acadian. It was a stretch since I’m not bilingual. However, now my computer thinks I am.
I was sitting with Robert Arsenault at Brennan’s Friday afternoon. “Why don’t you call me to perform?” I asked in fun.
“You don’t know any French songs,” was his quick reply.
Cool things can happen
Journal Pioneer posted Un Canadien Errant
A lot of cool things happen. Right now I’m in a creative place. Seeing my work in print is a thrill. To see a video in the Journal Pioneer is a new step.
I’m writing up three blogs a day, stories, and songs every day. I work on Blog layouts which can be fun and creative.
Social activism is like marketing – condense the message into a sound bite and interest people in the story. Continue reading
Un Canadien Errant
Saturday I had the pleasure of playing at the Fete Nationale l’Acadie / Acadian National Holiday at Port La Joye – known to some as Fort Amherst. Friday night we went out for the Spectacle with Angele Arsenault and Lennie Gallant. Angele is the picture of happiness and optimism – so wonderful. Lenny had his full band and sounded great.While Port La Joye is an historic place, it’s not the best to draw a big crowd on the summer night. The road out is so dark and twisty!
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Lennie Gallant, the Island’s singing storyteller
By Stephen Pate
An excerpt of this article was published in the Guardian Voice for Seniors June 2008
Lennie Gallant writes and sings of the Acadian and Celtic traditions that make Prince Edward Island unique reflecting our rich heritage. His stories are the stories of our Island.
Born in Rustico, PEI Gallant has been performing for three decades since he was 13 years old. He performed in a variety of local bands in traditional and rock and roll styles, including the Speed the Plow.
In 1988 he released his first solo CD, Breakwater, which demonstrated his traditional Island roots and story telling abilities. Since then Gallant has traveled the world telling his stories about people, places and especially about PEI. His 7th CD When We Get There (2005) was nominated for a 2007 Juno, his third JUNO nomination.
It was the PEI stories I wanted to explore when I met Lennie Gallant in downtown Charlottetown in February. He was here to judge the David Foster Star Search. Continue reading
Noted in passing: Guy the Painter
Noted in passing: Jean-Guy Arbique, otherwise known as Guy the Painter from cable TV fame. Everyone in the Maritimes will remember his TV show that taught you how to paint in Guy’s folk style. He made use of some unique tools like ‘P de toilet.’
We were amazed at his technique and conversational style. I’d venture quite a few people tried painting due to his encouragement. Even for non-artists, his entertaining patter kept one glued to the set. Guy was part of the simpler, non-500 channel universe. Guy was a Maritime hero.
It was my unexpected pleasure to spend an evening with him in Rustico a few years back. Chuck and Albert were polishing their act at the local hall. I had a supper invitation from a friend in West Prince. To my delight, I was seated with Maria Bernard, the charming sister of Leonce Bernard our last Lieutenant Governor, and Jean Guy Arbique.
Guy had been off the air for quite some time but I knew the face and voice. I tenuously asked him if he was ‘Guy the Painter’. His congenial ‘yes’ started one of the most pleasant evenings in memory. Guy was still a charmer, a man of wit and a great raconteur. Talking with Jean Guy prepared me to enjoy myself. They must have thought me the silliest man in Rustico that night since I laughed uproariously at Chuck and Albert’s jokes.
There aren’t many Maritimers who don’t remember Guy the Painter with fondness.
Funeral arrangements are at East Prince Funeral Coop

