Echoes of the Willow

🕊 From St. Timothée to St. Landry: Tracing the Echoes of My Family’s Journey (Update)

UPDATE:

Every story we trace through ancestry holds space for both certainty and wonder. As I continue following the threads of the LaFleur lineage, recent findings have led me to pause and reflect—deepening the mystery, but not the meaning.

My research began with Frank LaFleur, son of Pierre LaFleur and Odile Sicard, whose family journeyed from Québec through Ontario and into Michigan. Frank married Lula Newberry, weaving his name into mine. This northern branch stands well-documented, with roots planted in Alcona Township and hearts tuned to a French-Canadian rhythm.

What lingered in my heart was the possibility of connection to Jean Baptiste LaFleur (1819–1891) of Ville Platte, Louisiana, whose life unfolded in the bayous of St. Landry Parish. Shared names and overlapping timelines whispered the hint of a familial echo.

But after reviewing detailed lineage records—especially a profile on WikiTree—there appears to be no documented connection between Pierre and Jean Baptiste. The migration trails diverge. The descendants do not overlap. For now, these remain two distinct LaFleur legacies, beautifully parallel, but not (yet) intertwined.

Still, I remain open.

🧬 Could a DNA match confirm distant ties?

🌍 Might international archives reveal a deeper origin in France?

📜 Could oral histories bridge what paperwork cannot?

I share this not with disappointment, but with reverence. Because even unanswered questions honor the legacy. They remind us that ancestry is not a closed book—it’s a living scroll, still being written.

I continue this journey with hope, humility, and a deep respect for every story along the way. To those exploring their own LaFleur lines, whether rooted in the north or blooming in the south—I see you. And together, we form a tapestry too complex for borders to contain.

If you hold fragments of this mystery—photos, stories, names—I welcome your voice. Because finishing the puzzle was never the point. Becoming the echo still is.

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https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Lafleur-6

Welcome to My Journey Through the Past

There’s something sacred in the act of remembrance—a quiet honoring of footsteps that pressed into soil long before ours. As I trace the threads of my heritage, I find myself standing in the shadows of individuals who carried hope, grief, and the resilience of generations.

My journey begins with Virsel Newberry, my father, son of Edward and Minnie Newberry, and grandson of Loretaus John Franklin Newberry—a name that rolls off the tongue like a hymn. Loretaus had a daughter, Lula, who married Frank LaFleur, my great-aunt’s husband and a man whose lineage runs deep into the heartlands of both Canada and Louisiana.

The LaFleur name carries echoes of Pierre LaFleur, born around 1838 in the St. Timothée region of Québec. With his first wife Catherine Dagenais, Pierre built a life in Ontario before sorrow carved its mark—Catherine passed in 1873. He remarried Odile Sicard, and together they journeyed with their children to Michigan, choosing Alcona Township as the new canvas for their legacy. Among their children was Frank LaFleur, who would tie the LaFleur line to my own through his marriage to Lula.

But this story deepens—it stretches southward, back in time, to the bayous of Louisiana. There, in St. Landry Parish, lived Jean Baptiste LaFleur, born June 12, 1819, and laid to rest in 1891. His life in Ville Platte was marked by devotion and family—he married Domilise Belaire Fontenot in 1838 and fathered many children, including Joseph Dorsin LaFleur, anchoring a branch of the family that remained rooted in Louisiana soil.

Could Frank, son of Pierre and Odile, carry ancestral threads that trace back to the Louisiana LaFleurs? The shared name and overlapping stories whisper a connection—a puzzle still unfolding. While name repetitions and migrations blur some lines, each discovery sharpens the portrait of those who came before. I feel the answer whispering through baptismal records, marriages, and migrations—a tapestry yet to be fully unraveled, but unmistakably real.

I write this not only to connect dots, but to breathe life into the names. To me, genealogy isn’t just lineage—it’s a living altar. It’s the stories carried by those who dared to cross borders and bury their heartbreaks beneath unfamiliar stars. Their choices, their losses, their love—they flow through me.

And so I’ll continue. Searching, stitching, listening. Because finishing this puzzle is about more than answers—it’s about becoming the echo.

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