S: Joseph Valmont Paulin
FC: In loving memory of his life and legacy | Joseph Valmont Paulin December 16, 1927 - November 10, 2010
1: This book is dedicated to Valmont Paulin It is a story of his life of 82 years... from December 16, 1927 to November 10, 2010 The pictures and eulogy compiled here were lovingly presented by his son, Gerald Paulin at Val's Memorial Service which took place Saturday November 13, 2010 at St. John's Anglican Church in Thunder Bay
4: With all his great fishing skills, though, I always thought he was a pretty poor moose hunter. Here's the reason: For all the times that he and I went moose hunting, we NEVER shot a moose !! Well, the truth of the matter is that dad was a lot smarter than me, and it has taken me a very long time to figure out that he never really wanted to get a moose. The reason is, that once you get that moose, the work begins. You have a lot to do to clean it up and haul it out. So why did he and I even go moose hunting? I finally have figured it out. He just wanted to spend time with me, and it was a great way to do it. That's who my Dad was.....He really loved his family.
7: Dad was a fantastic fisherman. He could put his hook right down beside where you had been fishing for the last 20 minutes without catching anything... and he'd pull up a beautiful fish.. then he'd give you that sly little smile. Man, did he love fishing...
8: When Val moved to Longlac in the late 40's; he had been in Montreal working throwing red hot bolts up from the ground using a special scoop to the ironworkers several stories up so they could attach the steel girders. Dad told me he didn't like Montreal very much, so he moved on.
10: He ended up in a little town called Longlac, where he lived at Groulx's boarding house. Annette and Omer became his new parents, and in fact, I was born on Omer's 50th birthday. My niece Trcia was born on Omer's 63rd.
12: Shortly after moving to Longlac, Dad spotted a pretty little girl on the bus. She was a shy little thing, and he apparently decided then and there that she would be his girl. Unbeknownst to HIM...she had spotted him too, and she had the same plans.
13: a couple of years later in 1950, Shirley and Val were married. The next June, along came the first of their kids.....that would be Joyce.
14: They were living in a little old house across the highway that Dad was fixing up. He was always handy with getting things fixed or built. Never would he leave anything to be done tomorrow on the fixups. Mom tells the story of Dad replacing a washer in the kitchen taps while they were all dressed up and ready to go out to the fireman's ball. That was just Dad...he wanted it all to be just so, and it had to be right away.
15: When the 2nd daughter came along, the house began to get a bit small, so Dad began to plan. Joyce was 7 and Diana was 5 when they built their new house on Forestry Road in Longlac with money and materials loaned by Kimberly Clark to get them going. Companies did that in those days. | Sometime during construction when Dad was working on the roof, Mom decided that she had to go run errands and left the girls under Dad's watchful eye. In order to keep his watchful eye on Joyce and Diana while continuing to work on the roof, he nailed 2X6's as braces so the girls wouldn't slide off. He thought it was a great idea. Imagine the look on Mom's face when she came back and there were her two little girls happily pounding nails helping daddy build the house...yes, they were up on the roof !! Truth be told, it was a look that no husband would ever want to see, never mind Dad, and he was completely confused at her blood curdling screams as she ordered him to get those girls DOWN from there, RIGHT NOW !
16: When the house was built to what was then move-in ready, Mom and Dad moved their daughters into a nice new room in a nice new house, along with the new addition to the family....No, It wasn't a dog, it was ME.
17: Money was tight and times were tough, but with the wonderful love that Mom and Dad had for each other, it didn't matter that the cupboards were old orange crates. They had three little kids and their own new home. Most of all though, they had each other. Whenever Dad walked into a room, no matter where it was, Mom's face would like up when she saw him... and his would do the same.
19: We grew up a fishing and camping family. I remember the red and white 1956 ford that had big rust holes in the trunk...so big that when we went to Chipman to go camping we had to have the windows down to keep the dust out of the car. On other trips, Diana and Joyce would wrap up in a blanket to keep warm and watch the highway go by through the floorboards....or rather what was supposed to be floorboards. That was in the day before campers or trailers. We tented on the beach, we got drinking water from the spring at the end of the beach, and the girls would play frisbee after supper with the plates while they were supposed to be washing them in the lake.....I wonder how many plates they lost.
20: I remember going fishing with Dad at Ogahalla and finally beating him by catching a bigger trout. He wasn't too pleased at the moment, but he sure was proud later that day. You can be sure that I never again got a bigger fish than Dad.
22: I remember the different cars, the trucks and campers that Mom and Dad had. But they always had the same boat...a 1963 Thornes 14 footer with an 18 horsepower Evinrude. That old boat and motor went through some pretty rough times...but it always kept itself above water. In their marriage of 60 years, Dad was the boat keeping the family afloat, and Mom was the motor running that boat...even though once in a while, Mom needed Dad to put his paddle in the water to keep the boat going straight...
24: Dad was a Town Councilor in Longlac for a few years, and he served the Community well. He also joined the Longlac Volunteer Fire Department. He was with the Fire Department for over 32 years. At the time of his retirement, he was Deputy Chief.
25: Dad was with Kimberly Clark for almost 40 years. He started hauling logs with horses, and when they asked him if he could operate a tractor, he said "of course". The got him to move some gravel, and when he backbladed the whole job, they told him it was the cleanest job they'd ever seen. He told ME however, that he couldn't get the tractor to work in forward...so he did it all backwards ! Dad drove the float truck, moving all the equipment around for KC. Always present was his little "Switzer-fooler". You see, Ken Switzer was the big boss at KC. He didn't allow anyone to fish while at work. So, Dad made up this little fishing rod that fit in his lunch box. Mom would never know in the fall-time whether she would open up the box and find a couple of fresh trout or a partridge.
26: From being a truck driver/float operator, Dad went into the shop and became a mechanic. Then he studied hard and became a class "A" mechanic. From the shop, after a few years he was offered a position on staff, to be come the superintendent of trucking. Eventually he was the liaison between the MTO and Kimberly Clark. Not bad for a guy from rural New Brunswick with a grade 6 education.
27: You see, my Dad always had drive. He could do anything he wanted, whether it was fix the car, build a house or catch the biggest fish. He could do it all. And the driving force behind that man was our mother. I remember Dad telling me about ice racing with home-made sailboats on the frozen bays of the ocean. They built the sail racers and had a ball....it had to be done quickly, because the ice wouldn't stay smooth for very long, and there were only a few days a year that they could do this.
28: I remember him talking about his old harley-davidson motorcycle that he had when he was a kid. I remember him talking to me gently and comforting me when I woke up with nightmares as a child. I remember him shaking the snow off the trees on top of Joyce and Diana and me when we were out choosing just the perfect tree for Christmas. And it had to be a balsam...always a balsam. And, if it didn't have enough branches, then he would drill holes in the trunk and add more. Longlac's first man-made Christmas trees!!
29: Irmeli and I married in 1977. With her family being unable to attend from Finland, her Father could not walk her down the aisle. Val agreed to "give her away". In his own special style, he told Irmeli that he was not there to give her away, he was there to walk down the aisle and welcome her into our family...and welcome her he did.
30: The family grew to add grandkids, but even though Joyce, Diana and I moved away from Longlac, it was always home for Christmas.
32: For years and years, Dad was always given chocolate covered cherries as a gift from the grandkids at Christmas. He ate them with fervour and made them believe that they were the best tasting thing in the world. He would offer to share with everyone. The grandkids really didn't like them, but out of respect for Grampa, they would eat one. | When the grandchildren became adults, Dad finally admitted that he actually HATED the chocolate covered cherries, ... and he was really trying to give them away so that he didn't have to eat them !!
33: To Dad, the grandkids were always first. Whether it was putting together Erik's wagon, or giving a one-year old Tricia a brand new 5lb can of Malkins strawberry jam to play with in her high chair....all the the amazement of his kids....AND Mom as he handed Tricia over to her to get cleaned up
34: The family grew, and added great-grandchildren. Mom and Dad sold the house and spent ten wonderful winters in Florida
35: They bought a camp at Pamela Lake. Once again, Dad set to work. The camp had to become a home and it had to be just so for Mom. | Many days after gardening and upkeep on the grass...grass that was so nice that it looked like it was cut with a pair of scissors, Dad would put the boat in the water and go catch a splake for supper.
36: Mom and Dad sold the camp at Pamela and moved into a condo in Thunder Bay 12 years ago. But for years they still went back to Longlac every summer for at least one great fishing trip.
37: Always the joker, my Dad would play a quiet little joke on someone, and catch us off guard all the time....and then once again, give that wry little smile that would say...gotcha!!! | His favourite joke was to stare out the window long enough so that the grandchildren would finally get up to see what was happening outside...to their dismay, there was never anything there...and he would laugh a great big laugh and hug the kids tight.
38: This is our Dad...from making his favourite strawberry jam, to working on a truck or car.... or traveling to New Brunswick every summer
39: He always taught us two things... Never forget where you came from.....
40: and always love your family.
42: This is Val Paulin. His legacy and his love will live on forever in a wonderful family he created.
44: I have a story to tell you. Once there was a little bug, happily swimming in a big pond. There were many lily pads in this pond, and the family of bugs were well fed, and grew. One day, the little bug climbed up out of the pond onto the top of a lily pad, and he found it was very warm in the sun. The bug turned into a dragon fly and flew very high into the sky. When the dragonfly looked down into the water from high up, he realized he could not go back down into the water...and he saw that his family was sad, because he was no longer with them...he had gone away.
45: The dragonfly sent a message to his family and told them: don't be sad he said, I am free and I am happy to be flying here where I am. Even though I cannot be with you, I can see you and I am watching over you. And the family was comforted, and they were no longer sad. So everytime you see a dragonfly....think of my Dad and of a loved-one you have lost, and don't be sad, be comforted.
46: Albert Einstein said: Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.
48: I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge -- That myth is more potent than history -- Dreams are more powerful than facts -- Hope always triumphs over experience -- Laughter is the cure for grief -- and Love is stronger than death
50: I have many memories of my Dad, and memories are the gratitude of the heart... So keep your memories of Val close, I know we will.