His name was Lucien J. Michaud. He was dad to Judy and Norman, Pep to his grandchildren and great grandchildren, and Mitch to other family members and friends. He died at 90 on 28 February 2006-well-loved. He had beautiful twinkling blue eyes. He gave the most wonderful bear hugs. He was a tall man, and a strong man with a delightful French Canadian accent. He loved to sing. Long ago he was in a band. Perhaps some people are not meant to take their talent public. Instead they entertain groups of family and friends. He could liven up any room with his voice, and he did-with all his heart.
He was a manager of J.F. McElwain Shoe Co. working for 43 years in one of the mills that lined the banks of the Amoskeag River in Manchester, NH. It was a time when many French Canadians left Canada to settle in New England. A book was written about those mills. He enjoyed reading that book. He was a cross country skier, mechanic, belonged to a snowmobile club and chopped wood. For many, chopping wood is part of life in NH. He chopped wood for family and friends until last year. Germaine was his wife for 68 years. It was a good marriage. The love and memories from that marriage will be cherished and passed on for many years to come.
“The best portions of a good man’s life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts,
Of Kindness and love.” -William Wordsworth
“Four centuries have passed since Saint Teresa of Avila, the great Spanish mystic and reformer, committed to writing the experiences which brought her to the highest degree of sanctity in the Catholic Church. Near the end of her life, she wrote, ” ‘The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too.’ ” -P.M.H. Atwater, Lh.D. Future Memory: How Those Who “See the Future” Shed New Light on the Workings of the Human Mind
“He Alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.” -Kahil Gibran
“Let us be kinder to one another.” -Aldous Huxley, on his deathbed
“We can think of no better symbol of man’s earthly life than that of the seed planted in the darkness of the earth in order that it may grow into the perfect flower. The perfect flower, the archetypal flower, is created first in the mind of God, and then the seed is planted in the earth to grow to fullness. So is it with you, who are as seeds planted in physical form to grow towards the light until you become perfect sons and daughters of God-the perfect archetypal God-man which God held in His mind in the beginning.” -White Eagle, Spiritual Unfoldment 1: How to Discover the Invisible Worlds and Find the Source of Healing
” We are above the skies and more than angels. . .
Although we have descended here, let us speed back
what place is this?” -Rumi