Who Ride White Horses

Here’s another gem from the family archives. My mother, Ann Marie Fauteux was a writer (and a teacher). Among her most famous works was, “The Ballad of Bordeaux Jail,” a poem set to song by Alan Mills which generated quite a stir in Montréal during the 1960’s. She is less known for her writing under the non du plume (pseudonym) Rebecca. I have no idea why she chose that name. Here is one of the Rebecca poems entitled “Who Ride White Horses,” as published in the Montréal Gazette (Photo credit An Ax to Grind: A Practical Ax Manual – Federal Highway Administration).

Expo ’67 Hype Hope and History

Expo ’67 was an amazing chapter in Canadian history. I remember the crowds and the great feeling of pride and accomplishment even as a seven year old aspiring Canadian. My father, Robert Fauteux was Commissioner of the General Electric Pavilion at the fair which was a position of some importance. In the year before, my mother, Ann Marie Fauteux was busy editorializing on the Expo ’67 hype being generated by government advertising. In her view it was over the top, an opinion shared by many. Despite her public complaints my father was appointed to the role of commissioner and my mother quickly embraced the opportunity! Following is a poem which was published in the Montreal Gazette in 1966 as part of a regular column where my mother was sometimes featured.

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A poem by Ann Marie Fauteux

A Fauteux Montréal Lament

The debate about government fees and taxes has raged on for centuries. In the 1960’s, as the Montréal Champlain Bridge was nearing completion, Ann Marie Fauteux (my mother) wrote a poem about the proposed bridge toll. She lamented the apparent community acceptance of the toll by comparing it to a famous French Gaston-Alphonse cartoon. My mother loved to write. She was always in pursuit of a well twisted phrase and a clever word.

Image Credit: Frederick Burr Opper – American Journal Examiner

A-Tisket, A-Tasket, For Pete Sake Hit That Basket

Ann Marie Fauteux

Now Montreal’s an island fair,
Surrounded by a moat.
At one time just accessible
To owners of a boat.
Until the ruling party built
A road across its span
To ease the pain and burden of
The weary motor man.
To ease the pain and burden more,
They charged him “twenty-five”
In view of all the benefits
The driver would derive.
They never thought of profit when
Requesting this donation,
But just to let us share in a
Togetherness relation.
Togetherness means harmony twixt
Man and his Regime,
You pay a round, I’ll pay a round
– A Gaston-Alphonse team.
But something just occurred to me,
It may be splitting hairs,
Where’s all this money coming from
That governments call “theirs?”
Now if it comes from whence I think,
And here my point is moot,
Then aren’t we paying our share, and
The government’s to boot?
Men go to work each morning just
To pay the tax they owe,
I don’t see why they have to buy
The road on which they go.