Race is on
Fourmonths from now, we will have brand new municipal councils to complain about! Yes, municipal election time is about to begin.
Now the cynical in us all will say that this is a useless exercise, that most if not all of those elected are somehow crooked and what else. Corrupted all and good riddance if we could get away with them.
None of that is true and more so since the Lac Mégantic disaster. If a week before we were in the burlesque, an interim mayor resigning after his denial that hiring ladies of the night to dress up and take a boat ride with him constitutes a sexual act, the last of a long series of misdeeds by elected municipal officials seen over the last year, the response by a tiny mayor, from a ‘neck in the woods’ town, literally, it’s the major resource for most major industries there, was exceptional. Colette Roy-Laroche had just come back from her last grand tour in France, her town is twinned with Dourdan and she is not running again. After all, she’s in her very late sixties and, to be polite, it was time to retire.
Well, Mrs. Roy-Laroche retired a lot of people from politics, dressed-up interim mayors and others of the same cloth.
We share something with Lac Mégantic here in Stanstead, we were for quite a while in the same federal riding, a couple of hours apart, and it was refreshing to see our former MP, Maurice Bernier wearing (literally) the hat of prefect. Elected, by the way.
So, you do not have to be a crook to be a municipal elected official. It is not shameful to be one. Far from it.
You must care for your municipality, offer new ideas or even recycle old ones. We need you, your ideas, your dreams, your complaints.
We need people who are not afraid of risk, who can promote their ideas and none are as crazy as they sound first on the long run. We need men, but also more women, who are unafraid to rock the boat, get rid of conventions while maintaining tradition and heritage. Who are not afraid to say no, to their own civil servants or those from Quebec, but who can ask relentlessly for answers when they get the runaround. Who understand that compromise is not the real basis for consensus, that defending its ideas, its convictions is the best rampart against corruption.
In other words, we need you, and you and you. To come forward, to present your vision of what your town, your village should and must be.
You have a couple of weeks to do so. Do not be afraid of taking the plunge. If not directly, by running, at least by expressing what you expect of those who do.
of Franklin, who turned 101 years young on June 17th, poses with her daughter-in-law and son, Nancy and Raymond Dubuque, of Moores Forks, NY, at the Franklin Carriage House where she has lived for four years. The happy go lucky centenarian managed her own home until she was into her 97th year. What’s her secret to longevity? “People are always asking me that,” said Lorraine Dubuque. “I’ve just had a common life.” As a “housekeeper”, she lived “in a beautiful big house” on a farm on the lake in North Hero, raised two children, tended to a “big” garden including “potatoes and everything”, fed the small farm animals such as chickens and bowled for a hobby noting that she “wasn’t very good.” She and Chester, her husband of 65 years who died in 1994, also enjoyed dancing to the music of Weed’s Imperial Orchestra, a band that “everyone loved.” Lastly, the diminutive woman claimed that she was never sick, not a worrier, “always ate what she wanted”, never smoked, and still enjoys a glass of wine.