Welcome to the Major-Gareau Family site. I chose that title as a tribute to my late  father, J. Camille Claude Major & his family, my ancestors; direct descendants of  Etienne Boutron dit Major, the first Major in New France/Canada & Angelique Proteau.  I hope to add info about my husband's family, the Conrad-Ozons' as well as info about  my mother's family, the Whibbs-Paquettes' at a later date.

What strikes me most in doing this project aside from the amazing history of this  family in Canada including Olyimpic silver medalist France Gareau, Leo Major (The Canadian  Liberator of Zwolle, Holland),  native ancestry, the King's Daughters via Anne Tallebot  (Talbot),The Carignan Regiment, a connection to Louis Riel via brothers Ludger, Azarie & Napoleon  Gareau & to Cadillac's Village (Detroit) via Etienne Boutron dit Major on my father's side as well  as some of the earliest Irish settlers to the Peterborough, On. area on my mother's side are the  number of children who died so very young in days gone by.

So this is a tribute not only to my father, but also to all the ones who came before  us, none perhaps more touching than all the babies & children who left this world too  early....all the little angels who watch over us & keep our loved ones close until we  meet again.

This genealogy site would not have been possible without the help of Jacques (Jack)  Major, Clement (Clem) Gareau, Helene Gareau Martin, Tom Whibbs & so many others who  offered info & pictures. I sincerely thank you all!

All comments most welcome. Any additional genealogy contributions, stories,  corrections & pictures would be more than welcome as this will be an on-going work in  progress & a labour of love, respect, gratitude & pride.

Thank you
 Merci!

Susan-Jane Major Conrad

WHY WE SEARCH DEAR ANCESTOR
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Your tombstone stands among the rest neglected and alone            The name and date have worn off the weathered marble stone            It reaches out to all who care, it's too late now to mourn            You did not know that I'd exist, you died and I was born            Yet each of us are cells of you in flesh, in blood, in bone            Our hearts contract and beat a pulse entirely not our own            Dear ancestor the place you filled some hundred years ago            Spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so            I wonder how you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew            That someday I would find this place...and come to visit you

                                                         Author Unknown