‘We are at one with past, present and future’
By MAURA DE FREITAS
VANCOUVER – Nestled in the rolling hills of the Gatineau Valley in western Quebec, the little township of Low remains an enclave of Irish history entwined with French culture – forming a unique bond.
Martindale, Quebec (Low)
“May the light of heaven shine on the souls of the Gaels who left Ireland in the years of the Great Famine to find eternal rest in this soil. They will be remembered as long as love and music last.”
— Inscription on Memorial at Martindale Pioneer Cemetery
This is a 1983 interview by Sally Bishop of Skyline Cable in Calgary, Alberta with Elaine Gannon McCay (Catholine Butler). They are discussing the September 19, 1982 dedication of the Celtic cross located in the pioneer graveyard in Martindale Parish near Low, Quebec.
“They will be remembered as long as love and music last”
By CATHOLINE BUTLER
In a small rural community in Martindale, Quebec (about 40 minutes north of Ottawa), a magnificent limestone Celtic cross stands guard over a triple cenotaph. The names of a number of survivors of Ireland’s Great Famine are engraved front and back on the memorial.
By CATHOLINE BUTLER
Father Tom O’Malley, passed away peacefully on June 11, 2009 in Marian House, Kimmage, Ireland.
By DECLAN KELLY Irish Ambassador to Canada
OTTAWA – Since returning to Canada as Ambassador in 2006 (I served as number two in the Embassy between 1985-90), I have been involved in several important events marking the arrival in Canada of Irish men, women and children fleeing the horrors of the Great Famine.
In a small rural community in Martindale, Quebec, a magnificent limestone Celtic cross stands guard over a burial ground where a number of survivors of Ireland’s Great Famine found a peaceful final resting place.
By Maura De Freitas
[The following is a dream I had on September 15, 1990: “I have been given an opportunity to see an overview of my life from a higher place. I have walked up to stairs to the next level and I’m being interviewed.
By MARTIN O’MALLEY
A thunderstorm woke me in hotel room in Ottawa. I had been dreaming; the storm must have started the dream. In the dream my father was telling about the night his father died.