August 24, 2012 by Rae

Home Never Felt So Good

I packed up all my stuff from the house this afternoon, then did a Tim Hortons run for a quick dinner. When I got back, my mother was still out gallivanting, so I decided to get level on my own. The asphalt was still showing the marks of where the boards were, so getting leveled wasn’t too bad. It’s just a bit awkward since the driveway just got repaved and each time I turn the wheels, I damage the surface a little, so I have to get in with as few turns as possible.

Once level, I hooked up power, filled the fresh water tank, and got unpacked. I just have the food left, but the fridge will take into tomorrow to get cold. I gave it a head start on propane before leaving Boucherville this afternoon.

I am really irked that even though I cleaned and dried every nook and cranny of the fridge, there was still mould in it when I opened it up today. So I had to clean it again. I hope I never have to empty and turn off the fridge again like that, but if I do, I will figure out a way to securely leave the door ajar.

This weekend’s plans may change a little since my mother wants to finish up what we need to do to make it possible for Tabitha and Neelix to finally have their long overdue homecoming. But I am still going to squeeze in some time to work on the overhang. Miranda otherwise looking pretty good is a big motivator.

The service tech at Boisvert probably thought that cleaning and waxing the truck part was a small thing, but it’s major for me because it’s one less thing to do. Have you ever felt you had so much to do that you couldn’t get started on anything? That’s how the exterior project felt for me until I saw Miranda yesterday. I mean, I can even see myself in the hubcaps! Even rePoliglowing is no big deal now that the rig has been power washed already. Boisvert Ford made up for a lot of the frustration left by the morons and I am very grateful to them.

August 24, 2012 by Rae

Rear End Repair Work By Boisvert Ford, Boucherville

I called Boisvert Ford at 7:45 this morning to put in a request to have the passenger side of the bumper bolted and was told that the paint was drying! WOW, what amazing service yet again!

My mother and I drove out right after lunch to pick her up. The guy who did the work told me, in case I want to touch up other parts of the rig (um, yeah) that the white paint used is standard pure white Ford paint that is available in spray cans at Canadian Tire. Thanks for the tip!

He also said that he had some extra time and noticed that I was in the middle of a destriping project, so he thought I’d appreciate a hand. I am convinced that he saved me about 10 hours of work.

While the fiberglass portion of the rig looked pretty good with the stripes gone, the metal part looked terrible. I don’t think I ever got a picture of it. I got the stripes off the doors and hood, but there was grey glue left after. I haven’t yet found the project to get that stuff off without completely ruining my paint job. Mr. Boisvert Paint Guy did:

A non-cracked windshield is always lovely:

Now, this is what the rear of the passenger side looks like:

Bumper repair on the passenger side:

And this is the shiny rear of the driver’s side:

Now, the bumper. You can go visit the accident page to relive all the gory details of the damage, but here’s a good shot showing how bad the bumper and rear end looked:

The rear end now:

They even cleaned the front dash inside the cab. It has never looked this clean!

Another tech came to give me my keys and I asked him if he could drive the rig around to the front for me. Certainly! So getting out of Boisvert Ford was easy peasy and the traffic coming back to Chambly was almost a non-issue.

I found a dump station right here in Chambly that wasn’t, but is now on the Sanidumps site, at the Shell station. So I dumped the black tank before returning to my mother’s house.

Before parking, I Poliglowed the passenger side and then got into the driveway. My mother will help me level when she gets back from running errands.

I am thrilled with the work Boisvert Ford did on my RV and the level of service. My out of pocket costs were $388 for the windshield plus about $60 (!!!!!!!!!) for an oil change, plus tax, for a total of $512.

August 23, 2012 by Rae

Miranda Has a Screw Loose

As the hour for picking up Miranda approached today, I felt sicker and sicker. It’s the same feeling I’ve gotten before having accidents or other nasty events. I’ve always believed after the fact that the feeling would have dissipated had I changed my plans. Tonight, I decided that if I had an excuse to not retrieve Miranda, however small, I would accept it. Sure enough, something did, and as soon as I made the decision to retrieve her tomorrow, the knot in my stomach loosened. I am convinced that I avoided an accident on the perilous drive from Boucherville to Chambly.

Pictures of the repairs will wait till tomorrow since I did not have my camera, but I will give a major spoiler: she looks AMAZING. Boisvert did, at no extra cost, one job on the exterior that I have been delaying and delaying and delaying, and which makes a major difference. The only disappointment is that the left rear lower panel on the driver’s side looks brand new while the passenger side is, well, not lovely. I am going to ask them for details on the paint they used and see if I can spray the other panel myself before it gets cold out.

The bumper is being held with nuts and bolts and washers on the driver’s side, but there were only two screws used on the passenger side. One of them is loose and one disappeared. The body guy wasn’t there tonight, but the mechanic on duty said that even he can tell that the bumper will need to be bolted from the inside like the driver’s side and that there will be a smidgen of painting involved. He said that he would call the body guy tonight and that I should call first thing in the morning to confirm that the message got through. I am hoping that I can pick the rig up before noon to avoid the Friday afternoon traffic from Boucherville. The Thursday afternoon traffic was scary enough.

If I can get Miranda early tomorrow, I want to rePoliglow the driver’s side before parking (as I’m parked against a hedge), then do the rest of the rig over the weekend, including some work on the damn passenger side overcab corner that keeps leaking and looking like hell.

I doubt I’ll do any work on the electrical project, then, but I did receive the fuse I need and I’m pretty sure that the longest 1AWG cables from Canadian Tire will work with my project, so I am considering that I have found all the necessary parts. The exterior is a more pressing priority right now. Note to self: find a window frame for the house door.

August 22, 2012 by Rae

Not the Answer I Expected

I called Boisvert Ford this afternoon to get an idea of when Miranda will be ready. Surprise: they just have the oil change left!!!!!!!

This means they did not waste any time since there was about 24 hours of work to do, including eight hours for paint.

Even though I could pick her up first thing, I won’t be able to since I need to go spend the day with a client. Boisvert’s sales department is open till 9:00 on Thursdays, so I can pick her up on the way home. I hope that everything looks good and that I don’t have any questions that would mean delaying the pickup to Friday.

I should be able to start the battery bank project this weekend!

August 19, 2012 by Rae

Fort Chambly (and a Bonus Side Trip to Downtown Montreal)

Canadian history is a bloody mess of conquests, racial tensions, thrilling battles, crushing defeats, and centuries-long grudges. How anyone can call our history boring is beyond me. It is such a shame that many Canadians know about, say, the battle of the Alamo or Custer’s Last Stand but know nothing about the raid on Deerfield or why the political situation in Quebec is as it is.

Canadians need to go to places like Fort Chambly and read the placards or to sites like Fort Lennox where history is brought to life. Our country was born here, along the Saint-Lawrence, Ottawa, and Richelieu Rivers. You can’t understand what it is to be Canadian today without understanding how it is that we got here. I believe that if more Canadians knew and appreciated their history, we would be able to get over our linguistic and cultural grudges and form a strong, united, country. But as long as we keep this nearly four-century year old resentment alive without understanding its basis, there can be no resolution.

Fort Chambly sits at the heart of Canadian history, rooted in the French-Indian Wars of the 17th century, the English conquest of New France of the 18th century, and the 1812 war against the United States.

Located on the banks of the Richelieu River, an important north-south link with New York state, Fort Chambly is now a park where families come to picnic and I used to spend long hours up a tree writing, reading, and day dreaming. I spent my late childhood and adolescence just a few blocks away and the grounds of the fort were like my second home

I’d been meaning to return to the fort all summer. Since I was due for a date with my grand-mother, I proposed that we go to Fort Chambly today. I felt a little trepidation at coming back for the first time in 15 years, but I was glad to see that it was the same place. The trees have grown a little, but that’s it.

I’ll put all the information in the photo captions, but will say that after we toured the fort, we enjoyed a picnic under the trees. Then, we drove to Saint-Lambert to drop off something for my aunt and I got spirited away on a short jaunt to downtown Montreal to see my cousin’s loft; hence the bonus Montreal pictures.

Merci pour la belle journée, grand-maman!

Fort Chambly from the parking lot. You used to actually see the Fort; the trees have grown!

The bridge from the parking lot to the Fort, looking towards the Bassin

Looking up towards Bourgogne Avenue (I took the bus to high school up there for a year).

I couldn’t believe how much the trees have grown!

the Bassin de Chambly (a large spot in the Richelieu River), with the marina (the water is FILTHY, so while there is boating, there’s no swimming)

The Bassin de Chambly

approaching the entrance to the fort

looking up river

entrance to the fort

names of some of the major military leaders who commanded the fort in the 17th and 18th centuries (names added at the end of the 19th century)

inside the fort

map of New France

most of the exhibits are about the fort in the late 17th century at the time of New France before the British conquest

Fort Chambly was built along the Richelieu between Albany and Montreal

map of the Iroquois Wars/French-Indian Wars, 1641 to 1701

looking downriver from Montreal to Albany

at the time, it took four hours to go from Chambly to Longueuil (now about 20 minutes!)

I remember this pottery

Fort Saint-Jean was the next fort south of Chambly

Fort Chambly was the last defensive outpost of Montreal

I remember this pottery

Albany and Montreal were rivals in the fur trade but Canada never attacked the city. In the 18th century, it took eight to make the journey by canoe. I made this route in just a few hours northward this spring.

from Albany looking up towards Montreal

Albany, 1760

Montreal, 1760

looking out towards the middle of the fort

Lake Champlain

I still love the plank floors

wow, this place hasn’t changed!

fierce Iroquois warriors

his tattoos are impressive!

He was a Mohawk chief known as Brant

the fur trade was the pillar of the New France economy

reasons for Fort Chambly: in short, to prevent invasion and to provide a staging ground for invasion

a tomahawk

a variety of snowshoes

remnants of a shovel

The population of New France was 4,415, of which the split was 30% soldiers, 30% women, and 40% civilian men. In other words, women were a commodity in short supply!

a musket

the raid on Deerfield was in 1704

New England prisoners from the raid were forced marched back to Fort Chambly with the woman forced into arranged marriages and the children given to French Canadian families

18th century wedding bands

18th century children’s clothing

children were stolen from their families and brought back to Canada to be raised French

17th century toys

a key

17th century tools

the existing fort was rebuilt from 1750 plans

how the fort was constructed

powder magazine

view from the powder magazine

powder magazine

we’re now on the second story and I am showing how the wooden turrets seen from outside are decorative (save one)

looking out over the Richelieu

the fort is square with loopholes and other defense mechanisms at each corner

I’ve always loved his sneer!

soldiers at work

that drum looks heavy!

sword

a 17th century screwdriver!

17th century personal effects of a soldier

a 17th century shoe

soldiers having dinner (the corn still looks good, the stew still looks like dog food)

in the 17th century, the daily ration was about 2,000 calories while today the military rations are about 2,500 calories

modern rations have changed!

soldiers grooming (there’s even one sleeping in the bed)

soldiers with families billeted in the village

soldiers at rest

a soldier “enjoyed a good life and a bad reputation”

tobacco

an imposing commander

Fort Chambly was surrendered to the English in September of 1760, just before the capitulation of New France

In1763, the King of France conceded defeat and handed New France to the British. Two hundred years later, the French would take back their country during Quebec’s Quiet Revolution. Two centuries of English oppression cannot be forgiven and now the English in Quebec are paying for the sins of their ancestors. How many generations will it take for this rift to be healed?

“All conquests go deep — they are among the deepest of human experiences.”

a dormer window looking into the courtyard

comparison of the population in different years

lovely window

a typical French Canadian homestead (seigneurie) was 10 times as long as it was wide and was set against the river

sample 18th century homestead

bread was a staple food, with wheat comprising 50% of the diet

other grains, like rye and corn, comprised 10% each of the diet

toys

we are about to go up to the watchtower (watch your head!)

it’s very claustrophobic up there!

gorgeous view from the watchtower

I always thought this model of a bird was pretty

entering the Albany room (named for the singer Albani), which holds temporary exhibits (currently about the War of 1812)

“For Canadians, the War of 1812 was about the successful defense of a small colony against attack by a much larger neighbor.”

a cocky 13-year-old boy did not believe the Americans would win

“For the United States, the War of 1812 was a second successful war of independence from Britain.”

I am really amused that the US thinks it won the War of 1812 because Canada didn’t conquer it.

Tony Blair apologizes for the British/Canada burning down the Library of Congress during the War of 1812.

While US and British relations normalized after the War of 1812, Native Americans were left vulnerable.

modern Britain has almost completely forgotten the War of 1812

back in the courtyard, we’re heading towards the luxurious (for the time) privies

this luxurious privy was over fast moving water, meaning no smells or diseases

looking up the rapids

looking towards the rear of the fort

Grand-maman packed lunch. It doesn’t look like much, but it got me to dinner, which is no small feat! We had crackers, cheese, almonds, a fig, half a banana, and a couple of bite-sized oatmeal chocolate chip cookies each, plus water. We ate on the grass in the shade of a big tree.

the watchtower we visited

the rear of the fort (with fake watchtowers)

In 1775-1776, during their War of Independence, the Americans invaded Canada. In 1812, we finally had enough and burned down their White House. 🙂

Saint-Jean was favoured over Chambly for defense starting in 1840

I used to climb this tree and read in its branches for hours!!!

The big hole was smaller back then, but the seat-like branch where I’d make myself comfy is still there

the tree looks a lot worse for wear now!

🙁

the father of one of my high school friends was the reverend of this church

the guard house (closed to visits)

my grand-mother thought it was hilarious that my best memory of this park and community centre was of the time I stepped in dog doo there!

The Ducharme residence (formerly a garrison, then converted to a stately home)

it’s for sale!

the house was bought in 1908 and used as a saddlery, then was converted to a residence in 1938

Fort Chambly is a National Historic Site

intersection of Bourgogne and Langevin, the street where I grew up. I took my bus here one year and resented it badly since I lived on the opposite end of the street (quite a distance) and the bus passed just a block from my house.

looking down Langevin street

I lived here from 1987 to 1998 (age 8 to 19). It’s not a mansion! There are three apartments; we lived in two and rented the third. The joke was that the guy who built it was missing only two tools: a level and a square. The house was a bunch of rooms added to each other and we actually discovered a secret room off the garage (cold cellar) and there was a secret passage going from my room to the downstairs apartment!