Epigram for a headstone / Chicoutimi in Saguenay ... The service 
The site of the House Crevier Racine Street in Chicoutimi in 2006 (photo Jeannot Levesque)
The site of the House Crevier Street Racine in Chicoutimi, in 2008 (photo Russel Bouchard)
Hi Catherine, I read with astonishment
, in The Progress-Sun today February 7, your text on the imminent death of the Historical Society of the Saguenay. This is the symptom of the collapse of our regional company that has poisoned curled up in the walls of a single city: SAGUENAY. SAGUENAY which obviously was not up to the expectations that we put into it. Without culture, without history, memoryless archival, without knowledge of our roots, we are more than what others want us versus them. We are nothing! We deserve death. We are already in the list of forgotten people.
We lost one after another, the lumber mills. We closed cities and villages by merging the pretext of administrative efficiency. Our natural resources belong to strangers and when we welcome these foreigners are willing to engage our children as guardians of paddocks (summer!). We learn English and forget the French. We close school after school because we are told that we are no longer children. And it is surprising to see that our children will do elsewhere, where there are schools and services. When not in Montreal, is in foreign countries, where there is an expression of culture. We close
church after church, changing the name of the founding sites, neighborhoods and streets to remove all traces of what we were. We empty the shelves of our public library shelves to save space while our ancestors and our parents were Morfondus on rocky land and poison the plants to fill the shelves. They said: If We know we do not read or write, at least our children will. This hope has been betrayed. Nothing else does.
I tried to make you aware of this societal scour the past two decades, but nobody listened to me. So I wanted to be wrong all the way!
Not having had the presence of mind and courage to save our memory, not having had the courage to conserve our heritage, that we still there? Where are our benchmarks? Our children and grandchildren are condemned by our crass individualism, for our intellectual laziness and mediocrity to receive our inherit the memory of arrivals. We do not build anything. We are proud of our faults and we cling to the intelligence of others. I find myself almost envying the struggle of life for Haitians. They, at least, despite all their suffering, they know they exist! They have a zest for life!
our city is criticized for doing nothing to save the Historical Society SAGUENAY. I am! And to think that Ville Saguenay was mandated to do and beautiful and cultural benefit to the current year, with the recognition and granting of federal "Saguenay Canadian cultural city." Thirty pieces of silver, the price of our abandonment. The cynicism of the worst water! Culture my ass! SAGUENAY, a maid who puts a dress on the shoulders carnival hustler for tourists and grants from the forfeiture of a coast to coast.
I'm angry! That's all that I cling to my dignity ...
Russel
