I have a little project I’m working on. I don’t know if I should share it; and, quite frankly, I don’t know if you’re likely to even care, but I’m experimenting with the idea of a blog as a place I just brain dump whatever is on my mind. You know, just to see what happens.
At least, I think that’s what she said. I’m too lazy to go and find the original post.
So, like, anyway – who are Les Filles du Roi? Well, I could get snarky, and point out that I did go to the trouble of linking to Wikipedia – twice. It should even open in a separate window – because I know you don’t want to miss anything I’m saying here.
I could also bemoan the inadequacies of the Canadian education system, which seems to leave all the interesting bits out of the history curriculum, but then I couldn’t guarantee that they weren’t in there somewhere. Monsieur Basset was a spitter, and the spit would land on his protruding chin, and all in all it was better to try and not pay too much attention in history class unless you particularly enjoyed being grossed out. Or you sat in the front row.
But I digress. Welcome to brain-dump blogging.
Les Filles du Roi, or the King’s Daughters, were young women recruited in France between 1663 and 1673 (and yes, those dates will be on the quiz), to travel to the New World and, er, procreate. Lots. At least one of them got into a bit of trouble, and was charged with prostition after her husband ditched the family and moved back to France.
And when I read this I thought, hm, there’s a story there. I wonder if I could write it.
So I’ve started a bit of research. I don’t know where it’s going to go. Maybe some historical fiction. Maybe some non fiction. Maybe just a bunch of blog posts where I bore you to tears until someone gently suggests that I go back to blogging about dieting and therapy, because we all have a M. Basset in our past and nobody really wants to think about it.
But in the meantime, I have really REALLY exciting news: I am now, officially, a bona-fide card-carrying patron of the National Library and Archives!!
Ok, so technically not card-carrying. But there’s a card waiting for me at the commissionaire’s desk, and I have the number. And I’m going to GUARD it with my LIFE, because the last thing I need is someone checking out Samuel de Champlain’s grocery list in my name and then forgetting to return it.
Is it sad that I’m excited about this? I’d think so, except that when I tweeted a question about the Archives I got an avalanche of helpful responses – from friends, from people I’ve never heard of, even from Teri Loretto of CBC Radio fame! #swoon
Y’all are just a geeky as I am.
I love you guys.
Now what’s it going to take for Ian Black to tweet me?
I’m supposed to ask a question now, right?
That’s the blogging protocol? So, um…
WHAT is your favourite COLOUR?