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FC: LaMonda Family | (Wilfred & Mary on their Honeymoon in Canada)


2: Great Grandparents | Grandparents | Parents | Charles LaMonda 1881-1962 | Jesse Casavant 1880-1961 | Joseph LaMonda 1814-1891 | Saloma Abner 1839-1914 | Peter Casavant 1852-1922 | Rosetta Lafley 1853-1953 | Peter Casavant 1832-1900 | Amanda Bourdeau 1849-1929 | Christopher Lafley 1818-1880 | Margaret Lomgley 1834 | LaMonda 1782 | Francois Abner 1814-1902 | Mary Frappier 1816-1901 | Wilfred LaMonda 1911-1984 | 4 Generations! Rose, Jesse, Wilfred, and Betty | Charles & Jesse LaMonda

3: Great Grandparents | Grandparents | Parents | Sophie Leduc 1820-1901 | Joseph Bergeron 1806-1869 | C.Audet Lapoint 1808- | Louis Trenbley 1807-1881 | Emeveiderm Lapoint | Clement Gauthier 1823-1898 | Epiphane Bergeron 1874-1939 | Amanda Bouchard 1880-1956 | Marie Gauthier 1856-1947 | James Bouchard 1851- | Seraphin Bergeron 1830-1888 | Arthrmise Trembley 1844- | Mary Bergeron 1914-1999 | The Bergerons

4: Charles LaMonda married Jesse Casavant. They had three children, Wilfred, Doris, and Ruth. Rose Casavant (Jesse's Mom) lived to be 99 1/2 yrs old! In 1869 The Missisquoi Railroad came to Enosburg Falls, VT. In 1906 Charles started work there. Wilfred joined him a the age of 14. Charles retired in 1948 and Wilfred in 1973. | The LaMondas | Will Lafley ( Rose's brother) Peter Casavant, Rose Casavant, Louise Lafley (Rose's sister.) | Charles & Jesse LaMonda | Rose Lafley Casavant | Charles & Jesse with their 1st great grandchild, Linda Lumbra

5: The Bergerons | Amanda & Epiphane Bergeron | Epiphane Bergeron married Amanda Bouchard. They had 10 children, Marie, Joe, Phillip, Anita, Clerinda, Emile, Irene, Leon, a stillborn, and Marie (Mary) Jeanne! | Wilfred & Mary LaMonda with his parents Jesse & Charles LaMonda

6: Wilfred and Mary Story Wilfred LaMonda was the only son of Jessie (Casavant) and Charles LaMonda. He was born November 4, 1911 in Sheldon, VT. Wilfred quit school in the eighth grade. He started working for the Central Vermont Railroad with his Dad. Mary (Marie Jeanne) Bergeron was the daughter of Amanda (Bouchard) and Epiphane Bergeron. She was born in Causpascal, Quebec on October 10, 1914. She came to the United States when she was nine years old. She could not speak a word of English. She was a very good student. She attended North Sheldon School until 8th grade. Doris LaMonda (Wilfred’s sister) was her teacher. She always wanted to be a nurse. Wilfred and Mary met during Catechism. Wilfred showed interest in Mary, but she didn’t want to date him because he couldn’t speak French. Epiphane didn’t want Mary to get married, because she was his best worker on the farm. Mary & Wilfred married June 8, 1933. Wilfred and Mary had seven children. They taught their children the importance of love and sharing. And that love is strong today as it flows through the LaMonda family. Wilfred retired from the railroad in 1973. He worked there 47 years (except for a brief lay off). He did his paper work for his job on the desk he made in the dining room. He also worked nights at the Creamery. He milked cows for Frank Tracy who lived up the street. He always brought milk home. One Saturday his energetic son in laws offered to help. Before they returned home, the milk had spilled all over the street and they had to return to get more. Wilfred also loved his garage! He learned to make many things. Once on a trip to CT to visit his daughters, he saw a deacon’s bench. He became famous for them. Mary had a love for cooking. Her delectable delights filled the kitchen. Saturday mornings the shelves were filled with doughnuts, breads, and other goodies. Mary worked summers cooking at a youth camp in North Hero. Her cooking jobs included the local school’s hot lunch program, Dairy Land, The Dairy Center, and Carney’s Restaurant. She also had a love for sewing, and later in life for upholstering (with the help of Wilfred). Mary and Wilfred enjoyed their life together whether it was when Wilfred was playing the fiddle and calling square dances, or playing cards, 500 card games, and marbles (on a board he made). They had a love for Lake Carmi in Franklin. They often rented a camp there in the summertime. Wilfred loved fishing, and would love for anybody to join him. His grandmother Rose Casavant gave him his first fishing pole, it was made of bamboo. They had a huge garden in the summertime. A lot of summer vegetables were enjoyed by many. Lots of canning and preserving for the winter was done. And it became an ice skating rink in the winter. Christmas Eve at home was a must for the LaMonda family. Relatives far and near attended. It was a tradition everyone looked forward to. Many memories were made. Wilfred and Mary enjoyed 51 years together. Wilfred passed away in March 3, 1984 of Neck Cancer in the lymph nodes (Metastatic Squamous Cell Carcinoma). Mary passed away May 9, 1990 in the nursing home of Sepsis (severe infection). She was suffering from Alzheimer and Diabetes. Wilfred and Mary are both buried at Saint Anthony's Catholic Cemetery in Sheldon Springs, VT.

8: The Fisherman | The Wood Crafter | The Pipe!

9: Wilfred | It's treat time! | Mr. Fix it | The Railroad foreman

10: Sewi ng | Re l ax i ng | Cooking | Cooking | upho l s t e r i ng | Mary

11: Birthdays | Family

12: Wilfred and Mary Had Seven children. Betty, Annette, Shirley, Alma, Geraldine (Jo), Lauren, and David

15: Wilfred and Mary have created quite a family and we are still creating! | Tidbits: 5yrs/3mos/25days between 1st and 2nd generations;19 yrs/1 mo/2 days Only 3mos/17days between 2nd (Kerrie) and 3rd (Michelle) generation; 7 people from the 4th generation are older than the 3rd generation; June has the most births: 13; Only one person was born in October; 11 births occurred on the 6th day of the month; No births occurred on the 10th day of the month; The day with the most birthdays: August 24th

16: Wilfred & Mary's Family

18: Betty's Story Betty Ann LaMonda Clark was born June 6, 1934 at her grandmother Bergeron’s home in Sheldon. My parents were living next door to my LaMonda grandparents. Dad’s sister Doris was still at home. I was told she carried me back and forth to my grandparents. That started a long time relationship. When I was six years old my parents and two sisters moved to Enosburg. The LaMonda grandparents moved to Enosburg a few years later. I started staying with them. We lived across from the Catholic Church. Grammy went to daily Mass, I sometimes went too! I had to go to the post office every day to mail Grammy’s letter to daughter Doris. The only discipline I ever remember was when I forgot on purpose the daily letter. Grandpa said; do you ever think your grandmother would forget a dinner at night? I always did homework on the desk behind Grandpas’ chair. They had to listen to Amas & Andy on the radio until 9pm, after that I would get help with my homework. I remember mostly grades 5-8. In the summer of 8th grade, Grammy & Grandpa LaMonda moved to Montgomery, I went with them. When I started high school I had to move home to my parents due to tuition fees. After starting high school I got a job at Mrs. Thomas dress shop. I worked after school and on Saturdays. I was a cheerleader in high school. I could do that and work too. After graduation from high school, I went to Johnson Teachers College for one year. I started work at Fonda Container in the payroll office during the following summer. Pay looked better than paying for college. I met the love of my life on a blind date Nov. 4, 1953. We were married in April 1955. I worked until our 1st child was born. I had six children 1957-63. Unfortunately my second one Danny died at 4 yrs old, he had fulminatory pneumonia. I was home for 13 years. I went back to work when the last child started 1st grade. I worked for 23 years at Missisquoi Pulp Mill in Customer Service. After retiring from there I worked part time at Sheldon post office. Bernard and I enjoyed going to Florida. We rented for 13 years, and then bought a home in a retirement community in 2004. I had 55 years of very happy married life. Bernard got cancer in 2010 and died in six weeks. I will always miss him. I have a very large family, five children, 14 grand children, and eight great grand children.

20: Betty and Bernard had six children. Larry. Danny, Jeffrey, Janet, Joan, and Carol | 50th Anniversary

23: Larry's Story I was born the 1st son of Bernard and Betty Clark on Feb. 27, 1957. I went to Sheldon Elementary and graduated from BFA St. Albans in 1975. I started working at the Sheldon Creek Cemetery at the age of 12, mowing grass, and trimming around the graves. In High School I milked cows for Carlton McEnany and Danny Lussier. The summer I was 15, I went to Aunt Shirley’s and Uncle Bubby’s Farm in Montgomery to work on the farm. On rainy days my uncle sometimes took me fishing or acquainted me with the Berkshire Pub. He told me to hold my shoulders high to look older and I was served beer. I also had a lot of fun with the Lumbra girls that summer, when we weren’t working hard. After high school I learned how to drive tractor trailer with Burhl Barnum. Then I went to Bordeau Bros. going to Watertown, NY. I married Mary Ann Carpenter Sept. 16, 1978. We had two sons and a daughter. Adam was born on April 14, 1980. Berkley was born on Nov. 8, 1982. Our daughter Kaitlin was born March 13, 1987. I changed jobs and went to McDermott’s Transportation picking up milk from local farmers and delivering to Boston, Mass. In 1980 I started working for St. Johnsbury Trucking until they went out of business in 1993. In 1989 I made maple syrup in my sugar house for a few years. Thanks to the help of my Dad and my sons. I sold syrup all over New England. I bought my own tractor trailer; I did deliveries for Land Air Express. Traveling all over New England, and sometimes going as far as Chicago, Illinois. And then everything changed, I got Stomach Cancer. I had to give up work and my truck. I was down for two years, with surgery and chemo. I worked part time for Rene Fournier Equipment and McDermott’s. I got divorced and moved to Florida. I work part time for Ralph Demers. I came back to Vermont and had a tragic accident in Enosburg. I lost both of my legs. I spent many months in the Burlington hospital and then nine months in rehab in St. Albans. When I was well enough I moved back to Florida.

25: Danny's Story I was born the second son of Bernard and Betty Clark on July 26, 1959. It was St. Ann’s Day. My grandmother Mary LaMonda was with my parents. She said my middle name should be Ann. The day I came home the hospital my Dad’s Boss (Dolph Louhes) came to visit and he told my family that Dad’s job was being transferred to Newport, VT. Dad drove from Sheldon to Newport for three months. In October we left home in Sheldon and moved to Orleans, VT. We lived in an apartment. There was a closet under the stairway going to the bedroom. I was napping in the crib upstairs and Mom opened the closet door to get the vacuum, the door slammed and Mom was locked in. She yelled to get neighbor's attention with no luck. She had to push the door open, the casing and all. Larry was by himself playing. We moved back to Sheldon in April 1960, when Dad got transferred to the Sheldon Creamery. I loved playing in the sand box, and outdoors with my brother Larry. Jeff was a baby. Then Janet came along in 1962. One Sunday in August Dad was going to take Larry and me Blackberry picking. I got a high fever, so I took medicines and rested. At dinner time I felt better. Larry, Jeff, and I played in the sand box. Mom chased us in for baths. I woke up Mom to go pee, about 1:30 in the morning. The fever was back., a neighbor Bill Severance drove Mom, dad and I to the hospital while Ryliss Severance stayed with the other kids. Died August 24, 1962

26: Jeff's Story I was born the 3rd son of Bernard and Betty Clark on November 16. 1960. I went to school in Sheldon Village 1-6 grades. I attended BFA in St. Albans. My first job was cutting grass and trimming cemetery graves in Sheldon Village with my brother Larry. When I was 10, I started working on cars with David McEnany in his Auto Repair Shop. I learned to paint and was doing it at 12 years old. I earned money for fuel for my go cart. Sometimes on Saturdays I went to visit and stay overnight with Grandma and Grandpa LaMonda. We always went to see Grandma for breakfast at Carney’s restaurant. Then after breakfast we would putter or work on lawn mowers, bicycles, and motors. Sometimes we would go over to the Car House where Grandpa worked. I learned my motor experience from Grandpa. I went to work full time for John Chase and stayed there until I was 19. Then I met Wanda Machia, we moved to the Andy Gagnon farm and I did chores for him while he was going through cancer treatment. Jeff Jr. was born Dec, 1979. Then came Ashley in October 1982. I then worked for the Machia farm for a year. Then I bought a new mobile home and started my own business on the State Park Road in Franklin. Laura Peters moved in. She stayed for a few years and my son Dillon was born. I met Carol Paquette Barns. She had come to my garage to get her car repaired. We stayed together and married August 13. 1994. She got cancer and went through treatment and died December 7, 1996. Carol had two children; which I adopted (Denise and James). I continued my business working on cars and paint jobs. In the meantime I met Anne Delaney. She moved in and Sara came along July 5, 1998. I met Peggy Gleason at the park in East Berkshire. She is the best connection to date. I have said before “She is the best” that I ever came out of the park with. We married on August 7, 2010. I have sold my mobile home and business in Franklin. I am now living in East Berkshire. I am now 53 years old and have 5 children and am Grandpa to 7 grandchildren.

27: Our Ancestors

28: Janet's Story Janet Clark Carpenter was born the 4th Child of Betty and Bernard Clark on March 24, 1962 at St Albans Hospital. I grew up in Sheldon Jct., VT. I remember when I was old enough to walk to the store by myself. We even ran a tab at the store, until our parents found out. Some of my fondest memories of my Papa and Grandma LaMonda were when we use to be able to take turns staying overnight with them by ourselves. Grammy would tell us to sleep in. When we woke, we could walk to Carney’s, where Grammy was busy working making donuts. She would stop and make us whatever we wanted for breakfast and we could sit out back in the kitchen and eat it. Her donuts were the best!! I remember my Dad being able to walk to work. He would come home for lunch every day. In the summertime, when we were off from school, my sisters and I would watch out the window to see when he was coming. If we were still in our PJ’s, we would run upstairs to change before he came in because he would get very upset. He would see if any of us wanted to ride the grain truck with him for the afternoon. I went a few times and he was so happy when we did. He was a very special Dad, I miss him so! I remember when my cousin Dede moved to Sheldon and went to school with me Grades 1-3. She was in my class in 3rd grade and we had such a mean teacher (Mrs. Yahtz). I am so grateful we have reconnected after so many years. Thanks to her wonderful sister Cindy. Grades 5-12 were a very busy time playing sports and traveling to games. I will never forget the late nights in high school when Mom would come to BFA, sometimes as late as 11 PM to pick me up and she would have to be up early for work the next day. After high school, I had the special opportunity to play against my Aunt Jo in softball. I retired for a few years to have my children, but then came back again to play against my younger cousins, Lynn, Amy, and Steph. I lived in Sheldon until I started work at IBM. I met my husband Jim on a blind date. My cousin, Linda’s brother in law, set us up(Arnold’s brother, Bibbit). He also worked at IBM. We married September 26, 1987. You never realize the importance of life until you nearly lose your spouse. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” Our first born son Kyle arrived 4/21/89, the same year Jim got sent to school full time and we started building our house. Our daughter Jessica came three years later on 4/30/92. We have two great kids. Kyle graduated from VTC in Civil & Environmental Engineering and is working for the State of VT. Jess is finishing her degree in Criminal Justice at SUNY Plattsburgh. After losing my Dad, so unexpected, I spend lots of time with my Mom. We have been taking some great trips with our extended LaMonda family, “Durrenburger Six-pack”.

29: Grand Mother

30: Joan's Story My name is Joan Elizabeth Clark Lumbra. I was born in St. Albans, VT on September 6, 1963. I was the fifth child of Bernard and Betty Clark. I grew up on Clark Road in Sheldon Junction and attended Grades 1, 2, and 3 in Sheldon Creek and grades 4, 5, and 6 at the old school in Sheldon Springs. I finished grades 7 and 8 in the newly built school off from Route 105. I went to Bellows Free Academy in St. Albans for high school. During high school, I was very active and played multiple years of soccer, basketball and softball. While in high school, I did very well academically. Home life with 4 other siblings and two working parents was busy and always entertaining. Summers were often long, as Mom and Dad worked, and we created mischief on Clark Road. One beautiful day, my sisters and I decided to ride our bikes to Lake Carmi to visit the cousins from Connecticut. Mischief quickly turned to chaos when Pat and I decided to take the boat out. Before too long, the boat tipped over and all the fishing poles were on the bottom of the lake floor. Uncle Marcel was quite angry with us and directed us right back out on the water to recover Grandpa’s really nice pole. There was no happy ending to this story (Grandpa’s pole must still be there), as was the case when Pat and I often connected when we were young. He just seemed to get us both in trouble. I have very fond memories of my grandparents, Wilfred and Mary LaMonda. I remember her batches of chocolate chip cookies. She always placed a paper towel inside the tupperware container, so the cookies would remain moist for a longer period of time. I remember eating small milky-way candy bars and always wishing Gram would allow me more. I remember “the walk” to have breakfast that she prepared at Carney’s restaurant. I remember the Christmas holiday where the grandchildren ran around upstairs, while the adults visited downstairs. Every once in a while someone checked on us, only to see how much we had torn the place apart. I remember all of the aunts, uncles and cousins returning the Saturday after Christmas to have one more grande feast of “tourtiere”. Today, I still have no idea what that actually was. After high school, I received my bachelor’s degree from Trinity College in Burlington, VT. I majored in Elementary/Early Childhood Education with a minor in mathematics. After graduation, I got a job teaching fifth grade at Swanton Central School. This has been my place of work for the last 27 years. I taught in the classroom for 18 years, was a math interventionist for 5 years, and now have been the school’s math leader for the last 4 years. I earned a master’s degree in Curriculum & Instruction in 2003 from Southern New Hampshire University and another master’s degree in Math Education in 2012 from the University of Vermont. On August 9, 1986, I married Craig William Lumbra of East Fairfield, Vt. We built our home on New Street in East Fairfield. We have two beautiful girls. Callie Elizabeth was born on February 6, 1991 and Celsey Lynn was born on March 20, 1994. Both girls attended BFA St. Albans for high school. They were active with soccer, basketball and softball. Both girls were also valedictorians of their senior class and have attended college on merit scholarships. Callie graduated from St. Michael’s College in Colchester, VT this past Spring. She currently teaches fifth grade in Bakersfield, VT. Celsey is a sophomore at St. Michael’s College and is currently majoring in Mathematics. This past summer, she was selected to do math research at Texas A & M.

32: Carol's Story I was born on September 26th, 1964, the sixth child of Betty and Bernard Clark. As a child, I remember fishing in the summer, running through the corn field, and playing in the huge sand pit behind the garage. The neighborhood kids would also get together and play softball. As I got older, I would take my dog for long walks on the rail road bridge and watch him swim underneath. In the winter time, I loved to ice skate and go sledding on the Jette hill. I also remember visiting my grandparents, Grammie and Grandpa Lamonda in Enosburg, Vermont. Grammie would always have fresh homemade donuts, rolls, or cookies when we visited. She was an amazing cook. Grandpa would be hard at work in the garage as he loved wood working. He would build bed frames, nightstands, desks, and yard ornaments. Grammie and Grandpa always invited everyone to their house for June Dairy Day to watch the parade and the cousins would go to the fair afterwards. This initially was about riding the rides and eating junk food but of course, as we got older this became more about BOYS! I would have to say that my cousins, Sue and Lisa taught me everything there was to know about boys and all that I remember was that they scared me to death! My cousin, Sue also introduced me to Marlboro – the cigarette of choice! This too, thankfully I never did quite figure out how to breathe in at the right time and would have a coughing fit of embarrassment each time I tried to smoke one. Lisa and I would often go home with Sue for an overnight every now and then. I remember spending time looking for boys and hanging outside the Sylvester’s Store in the evenings often up to no good whatsoever. Sue also had a Deer Camp cabin parked at the end of their driveway which was far enough away for Sue, Lisa and I to manage to always get into more trouble. We would spend hours talking and wondering how we could get the boys to come over. I have no idea why as I had no idea what to say or how to behave around boys. I remember going home with Lisa after one of their family visits in Vermont. There were no seat belts and we were sitting on the floor of the car as the car started shaking. We had a flat tire somewhere between Vermont and Connecticut. This was only part of the adventure. Lisa and I would soon become blood sisters on this trip before my returning to Vermont. Our grandparents would also invite everyone to their house for a special dinner on Christmas Eve which brought together our extended family that we did not get to see that often. I can still picture the silver trees lit up with big (breakable) ornaments. Grandpa would smoke his pipe as I loved the smell of the tobacco. He would do silly things to amuse us with the smoke. My school years from first grade through my senior year of high school were not exactly considered a highlight in my life. I remember finding a stray dog in fourth grade and calling my mom at work to ask if I could keep him. I put forth minimum effort otherwise, and my grades reflected what would be considered average. I had no self-motivation to excel in school or in sports. I didn’t have a lot of friends. I seemed to always find one or a few close friends and I was content with that. My first job was cleaning rooms at the local motel. My second job was as a cashier at the C and C Store. My third was a live in babysitting job for my senior year of high school. I helped a single mom of two children (ages four and six) since the mom worked nights. I also picked up another job at the Hallmark Cards and Gift store which I absolutely loved. This was a thoughtful and happy environment. I went to Johnson and Wales College in Providence, Rhode Island in the fall of 1982. I pursued an Associate’s degree in Travel and Tourism Management. I especially loved the new found independence and for the first time in my life there wasn’t anyone that knew my family or my past. I had begun drinking beer in high school which was the beginning of what would lead me down a pretty toxic path through college. I experimented with drugs as the

33: opportunities arose as these options would numb the emotional fallout of some ugly childhood experiences. I continued to be average not really wanting or expecting to do anything great with my life. I spent summers working in Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. The partying continued until I was jokingly pushed down a flight of stairs and broke my ankle in five places. This was literally the wake-up call that would launch me on to an entirely different path. I stopped drinking at least for a little while and crossed the bridge of drinking until I blacked out to a casual drink every now and then. I met this guy that worked for my best friend at Old Faithful. Vince could effortlessly make me laugh and we would have fun together without the alcohol. We were just friends initially and would spend hours talking about real life things including our families and the future. I had never felt so comfortable, so genuinely loved and cared for. Vince and I dated for two years before marrying in a Catholic church in Sheldon, Vermont on March 18, 1989. We relocated to Whitefish, Montana to manage a hotel together which led us to St. Louis, Missouri, and finally to Denver, Colorado in 1990. Our first child, Christopher was born on February 9, 1996 and our second child, Nathan was born on July 14, 1998. I continued to work often from home as a travel agent for American Express Business Travel for fifteen years which was especially helpful when the boys were young. I never wanted my children to come home to an empty house after school. I have since re-joined the hotel management group that Vince and I started with when we first moved to Denver, CO. I am presently the Director of Sales for a Candlewood Suites in Brighton, CO. I have considered this my second career in life and couldn’t be happier! Vince and I decided upon having children that it was time to really investigate our faith and to determine for ourselves what we believe. I had grown up going to church, saying my prayers and believing in God. I remember Catechism, Confirmation, and Confession but not really much other than the robotic rituals (no offense to anyone). We started attending a Methodist Church which led us to a born again experience in 2001. This was the beginning of shedding the first layer of the onion so to speak. I started praying for those that had hurt me rather than feeling the hatred and bitterness toward them. I didn’t know it at the time but then a forgiving heart followed, and then learning to trust people again. There is truth to (as stated in the song), “Finding the Lord before you need Him” as in 2006 I was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 42. I initially had a lumpectomy, followed by a bi-lateral mastectomy, reconstruction, six months of chemotherapy followed up by an oral form of chemotherapy for the following three years. I can honestly say that I felt the Lord’s peace, comfort, and presence through it all. I was surrounded by phenomenally strong and amazing people that encouraged me throughout this journey. I learned a lot from this experience. I had battled with self- esteem issues and lack of confidence my entire life until the point of which I was bald from chemotherapy. It was then that I realized that none of the outer beauty matters. The Lord reminded me that I was beautiful on the inside as well as the outside even if I was stitched together like a rag doll without a thread of hair on my head! I was determined that if I was “enough” for God then it really doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I have traveled to Greece, Morroco, Romania, and most every state in North America. My most memorable vacation though was to the Dominican Republic in March 2011. I was very grateful to be included as Aunt Alma and Lisa were coordinating the trip. I had never in my life experienced a vacation like this. It was about far more than being picked up at the airport in a limo, staying at the “House of Angels” which was the palace on top of the hill with a spectacular view of the ocean, private pool, servants, and security. It was about reconnecting with my family after far too many years apart. We shared stories about the past. We laughed about any and everything. Most importantly, we treasured our experience together and created beautiful memories that I still replay in my head even to this day. I had somehow misplaced the importance of knowing where you’ve come from and appreciating the trials that shape us to be who we are. Life brings about many challenges and the only option is to persevere. We have to push forward and not only take one day at a time but to look forward more than backwards for every tomorrow brings about hope, and excitement to be better than the person we were yesterday.

36: Annette's Story I am Annette LaMonda Dulude, born the 2nd daughter of Mary and Wilfred LaMonda on January 17, 1936. At age 12, I was confined to bed with Rheumatic fever for a year. When I got sick I had a brand new pair of shoes. Betty wore my new shoes to a dance, she got caught. Mama put my shoes under my bed. The next day I put them on and stood on the bed. When the doctor came by, as he did every day, I told him what I had done. He told me, if I continued to do things like that would not be able to go downstairs for Easter. It was really hard going back to school. I stayed back in the 7th grade. All my friends went into 8th grade. In junior high I decided I wanted a sugar on snow party. I had to think of a way to get my parents’ permission. I decided to write them a letter, and it worked. My father boiled the syrup and got the snow. Mama deep fried the donuts. It was a great party. Shirley and I were in trouble a lot. Once I put squash on her plate, she was so mad; she chased me up the street with the vacuum hose. Mama was laughing so hard she couldn’t stop her. And then there was the night Daddy made us wash all the glasses in the cupboard before we could go to the game. At school dances I used to dance with Shirley’s boyfriends. She would not talk to me all the way home. I loved to dance. Mama used to say Annette likes to dance more than she likes to eat. 1956 was a great year I graduated and married a great guy, Clement Dulude. I worked at Food Mart for 34 years. I retired at age 62 as Front end manager. They gave me a great retirement party. The next day I smashed my alarm clock, and never had to hear an alarm again! In 1970, I joined the women of the Moose. I held many offices and received many degrees. I was International appointments for the State, Queen of Sponsors, State Gov. Relations Chairman, State Gammon 5 Chairman, State Deputy Grand Regent, and International Star Recorder. I was a Board member for five years. I am very happy and proud of my achievements in the WOTM. We continue to be active, but at a slower pace. Clement has cancer, but we still go to Casinos, enjoy our breakfast at Burger King with friends, and lunches with Alma. Alma is a special part of my life. We have three daughters, Nancy, Jeanne and Cathy. They have blessed us with six grandchildren and seven step grandchildren. We give thanks to our friends and family for making us strong, specially our daughters.

38: Annette and Clement had three daughters, Nancy, Jeanne, and Cathy | 50th Anniversary

40: Nancy's Story This is Nancy Jean Dulude McClung. I was born as the first daughter to Clement and Annette Dulude on February 12, 1957 in Hartford, CT. That puts me in line as 3rd grandchild to Wilfred and Mary LaMonda. As a little girl growing up, my grammy used to always tell me the story of the day she first met me. When the car drove into the driveway she ran out to rescue me because all she could see in the car was smoke. She ranted and raved that my mom was going to kill me with everyone smoking in the car with a little baby. My grandmother was a very wise woman. She also taught me that if you want your plants to thrive and grow well the trick was to water them naked. Her plants were always beautiful but I had to try hard not to picture her running around the house naked. My favorite childhood memories are camping with my family. We did a lot of camping, fishing and lots of other stuff. We always had such a good time. One of my fondness memories as a child was our family camping trips and summer adventures that we shared with friends and family. I remember driving through the small streets of Canada with the Winnebago while on a camping trip with the Michaud family and Dad was driving and hitting all the street sign. We also had lots of vacations to VT to see family for holidays and summer vacation. We had lots of good times at Lake Carmi. My favorite summer vacation in VT had to be the summer I got to spend on the dairy farm. I talk about that experience several times every year to someone. I learned a lot of life lessons that summer and I have my cousins to say thank you to for that wonderful experience. The most important lesson I learned that summer was my sewing lesson from Aunt Shirley. She is the best seamstress I have ever met. I learned from the best and my skills have brought me much recognition from a lot of people in my life. And then I grew up. I moved to Florida in 1982. I could not go back to the cold weather unless my life were to depend on it. I met my husband to be the day I moved to Florida, my life became surreal and I was just along for the ride. We were soon blessed with our first child in 1983, Erika Jeanne. We got married in 1986 when our second gift, Brian Thomas arrived. I soon received a message from God and was told that I needed to train my children up in the way of the Lord so that when they are older they would know how to return to Him. I accepted Jesus back into my life because as a child I was taught how to return to Him when I fall off the path. We were soon blessed with another gift, William Jacob was born in 1989 and then in 1991 the final blessing, John Worth was given to us. Life was good. God was with us and I was happy for the most part. We moved to north Florida in 1992 and bought two and a half acres to set up a mini farm. We had chickens, goats, pigs and dogs. The kids got to learn life from the ground up. We were having a good time. Hard times hit and my husband didn’t handle it well. His drinking caused more problems than I could handle. I wasn’t happy anymore. Feeling desperate and alone, I decided to leave with the children before any damage was done. I became a single mom. God became the center of my life. He was my husband and father for my children. I could not have raised them to become the wonderful adults that they have become without His help. The earthly husband and father basically checked out of life, only to appear occasionally. I have been a God focused, single mom for 16 years and am happy to be here. I am excited to be preparing to welcome my first grandchild in February. My daughter married and has a wonderful husband and father to her child, Erik Hage.

42: Jeanne's Story My name is Jeanne Dulude Rawlinitis; I am the second (middle child) daughter of Clem Dulude and Annette LaMonda. Apparently my Dad wanted a boy real bad so I was nicknamed “Jimmie” and always had short haircuts! As a child I remember having a very busy family life. With most of our extended family living in Vermont and New Hampshire we were rarely home on the weekends or Holidays. We used to drive to Vermont a lot and remember my dad building a table in the back seat of the car so we had something to do to keep us busy on all our trips. It used to take seven hours to get to our grandparents house because interstate 91 only went as far as Rutland, Vermont. I remember stopping for lunch at A&W Restaurant and drinking the best root beer anywhere! We would arrive in Enosburg around midnight. Our Grandparents would always be up waiting for us; with cookies and doughnuts and pies. Oh how we loved those chocolate chip cookies. I hear from our cousins who lived in Vermont were not allowed to eat the cookies in the yellow Tupperware bowl on top of the refrigerator until Jeanne got to town! My grandmother was the best! I remember my grandparents driving to Connecticut for the Thanksgiving holiday and arriving in a new car every year! I could sit and listen to my grandpa tell stories all night long while we dipped our toast in chocolate milk. Christmas was always spent in Vermont with lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins. At mid- night we would all have to sit in the living room and listen to Santa and his reindeer on the roof...which was actually my grandfather walking on his tin roof...there are lots of wonderful Vermont memories. I have two sisters, Nancy and Cathy, Nancy is the oldest and often thought she was the wisest. I remember one day she was ironing and gathered all her belongings and went out to sit in the middle of the driveway waiting for my parents to come home from work. Cathy and I asked her why and she said the house is going to catch on fire because she saw sparks when she unplugged the iron. Cathy and I laugh about that often. And then there's Sister Cathy, she is the youngest and also daddy's little princess. As long as you took care of Cathy, everything would be good and you would stay out of trouble. My sisters and I were pretty close growing up, we took care of each other and there are usually good times when we are together. I think now that we are older it’s definitely more important to have sister time which is why we (Cathy and me) LOVE LOVE LOVE the weekend after Labor Day!!!! Hopefully Nancy will be able to join us more often. Fast forward to 1984, a friend kept trying to fix me up with a guy but I kept refusing, I had just ended a crazy relationship and wanted some "time off" from men! As you can guess I finally said yes and married Bob in 1986. Bob has two sons, Jason and Ryan, from a previous marriage. It was definitely a challenge having a ready-made family and it has proven to be sometimes difficult but we have had some great times too. Jason has two boys of his own, Zachary and Nicholas. And Ryan has one son, Nathan. My only wish for them is that they are always surrounded by great family and will someday have as many wonderful family memories as I do. In 1988, Bob and I were blessed with a baby girl and we named her Amy Marie. She was an interesting and very smart little girl who made us proud very often. I could write another page and tell you all about her but I am told this can only be one page. I guess you will have to read Amy’s story someday. Amy graduated from the University of South Florida in 2013 and is currently living in South Carolina. I miss her not being close to me but she knows we have to make every effort to make sure we have lots of family time whenever it’s possible! She knows the importance of family, something I think was passed down to us from our family. Bob retired in 2010 from a liquor wholesaler after thirty years of service; we moved to Florida for a few years but came back to Connecticut in 2012. Bob and I love Florida and hope to move back for the winters very soon. We recently bought a house in Manchester, Connecticut which will eventually be our “Home for the Holidays” and our summer residence.

44: Cathy's Story I am Cathy Ann Dulude Guidotti the third and final daughter born to Clement and Annette Dulude on March 5, 1960 in New Britain, Connecticut. My sisters and I were very close in age so it was nice to always have someone to play with even though they weren’t always nice to me. When I was an infant we had moved back to VT and Aunt Alma would babysit for me, there are stories of her putting Pat and I on a leash and she would clip us to the clothesline that might be why I love her so. When I was about 4 we moved back to CT and we would travel to VT to visit for every holiday and special occasion. I have many wonderful memories as a child from our trips. Here are a few: The long 8 hour car ride, car sickness, and coloring on the table that dad built in the back seat for my sisters and I that I am sure was illegal, the first one to see Aunt Betty’s house (it was never me) and that first whiff of cow shit as we pulled onto Rt105. The swing in Papa’s backyard, looking for my mother’s name on the red brick fireplace, picking and eating sugar snap peas from Papa’s garden (still my favorite veggie), looking at all the family pictures under the glass on the desk, eating Grammys chocolate chip cookies, walking down street with twenty-five cents that I earned from combing Grammys hair, Spinning on the barstools and getting yelled at for it. Sitting in the rocking chair with Suzie on my lap, and then the best part was when the whole family would start arriving for dinner which was usually chicken and biscuits, sitting at one of the many kid’s tables with my 20+ cousins. Then there were the summer visits to Lake Carmi, fishing on the dock, swimming with all my Aunts, Uncles and Cousins. The thunderstorms on the lake were amazing or scary depending on whom you ask. We also spent time visiting the Lumbra’s farm, my cousins would let us milk the cows getting up at 3am to do that was not fun, I did get to see a calf come into the world and will never forget that. We always stayed at Grammys house and would walk everywhere, I remember walking to Aunt Laurens to visit and we would help her clean house which included helping her change her sheets, I never understood why she would say you can tell if I had a good week by how many pairs of underwear are in my sheets (I get it now). I use to love listening to Uncle David play the drums and was amazed at what a cool Uncle I had. Sledding parties at Aunt Jo’s was always a blast. On Christmas Eve Santa would come to Grammys house all the kids would go upstairs and wait to hear the reindeer land on the roof and the bells of the sleigh. Seems like everyone but me knew it was Papa and not really Santa so to prove it to me cousin Larry held me by my feet as I dangled down the stairs to peek and sure enough there was Papa holding the bells and ringing them. Still doesn’t explain the reindeer landing on the roof. I then met my husband on a blind date arranged by my sister Jeanne. When Mark and I married in 1997 I was blessed with two beautiful step children Mark Jr who was born in 1983 and Brenna who was born in 1987. We were then blessed with a daughter, Haley born in 1999. We have since been blessed with a Granddaughter Mia (daughter of Mark Jr) who was born in 2012. Mark and I live in West Hartford, Connecticut. Words from my Dad that I will never forget: “If getting upset and worrying can fix the problem you are dealing with then I will worry with you, but if not then please don’t waste your time worrying.”

46: Shirley Ann LaMonda Lumbra Donna came into this world on April 8, 1937, the third daughter of Wilfred and Mary Bergeron LaMonda in Sheldon, VT. I lived there for three years, and then we moved to Enosburg Falls, VT, where I was brought up. My Dad worked for the railroad. He sometimes gave us a ride in his road rail vehicle on the tracks. We went to Franklin every Sunday to visit our Grandmother. One Sunday, while driving my Dad opened the car door to spit. I thought I could also spit out the door. But, the wind took me rolling down the road. My Mom opened her car door and ran as fast as she could to get me. I was only four years old. I remember how my knees hurt, as my Mom cleaned them. When I started 1st grade, the teacher had all of the class in a circle. I got sick and threw up all over. My sister Betty took me home. In 5th grade my sister Annette and I wanted our pigtails cut. Finally, Mom let us go to the hair dressers and we got perms. The next day, we did not want to go to school. Mom made us go. We hated our hair! I joined the girl scouts. One Saturday the boy scouts joined us. We went to Jay Peak, we climbed the mountain, and we had lunch and walked back down. I was also in 4H, I did some sewing. I made a dress and had to walk in front of people to show it. I didn’t like that. My best friend Barb moved to Sheldon, I missed her so! I had a friend Joanna; we used to go to each other’s houses. When we got bored we took the sears book. We cut out the people and dressed them up with the clothes in the book. My Mom was having another baby. It was a very hot day, and she asked me to go down street to get her some ice cream. On the way back, I saw my friend Joanna, and stopped to talk to her. The ice cream cone was dripping so. I had to eat it. When I got home, Mom wanted her ice cream. I told her it melted. She went and got my father’s razor strap. I ran around the table, but she got me. It hurt so badly. In the winter we did a lot of sliding. On weekends we could go up to the Creamery to slide the big hill. We could go to school on skating on Sunday. That was fun! In the summer Dad had a big garden, we had to help. Mom canned, it was a great garden. Lots of things planted. In sixth grade I had my appendix out and couldn’t do much. High school was a lot more fun. I played basketball all four years. I got the gold ball in my senior year. It got really cold walking home from the games. I met a boy Wayne (Bubby) Lumbra and went out with him. I married him after graduation. He worked in the grain store in Enosburg. We had five girls; Linda, Cindy, Tammy, Dianna (Dede), and Susan (Sue). We divorced after 26 years of marriage. I left the farm and went to Essex to work and live. I worked at IBM. A few years later I met a great man, Rayburn Donna. We married 10/1/1988. I am very happy. Rayburn was a widower. He had three grown children, Kevin, Mark, and Laurie. | Shirley's Story

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48: Shirley & Wayne (Bubby) had five daughters, Linda, Cindy. Tammy. Dianna (Dede) and Susan (Sue). Shirley married Rayburn and has three step children, Kevin, Mark, and Laurie

50: Linda's Story My name is Linda (Lumbra) Mercy; I am the first child of Wayne (Bubby) & Shirley (LaMonda) Lumbra. I am also the first grandchild of Wilfred and Mary LaMonda. I was born August 24, 1956. I spent a lot of my child hood living up the street from my grandparents. My best friend Nancy lived next door to them, and I spent a lot of time there. I remember Aunt Lauren and Uncle David dancing in the living room to the Beatles’ Songs and Last Kiss! Last Kiss is still my favorite song (by Frank W Wilson). Uncle David used to practice his drums after school and we would listen to him and his band. I used to go and dust for Grammy on Saturdays (especially the big desk Papa made) for a quarter. Grammy used to eat ice cream after supper and watch Larry Bird play basketball. Papa used to have a large garden in the summer we would pick the rhubarb and put salt on it, it was usually sour. We were fascinated with his railroad truck with tires to run on the regular road and with iron wheels for the rail. He made a double swing that we all loved to play on in their back yard. His garage was a work shop where he liked to build things. I still have the toy box he built for my kids, and deacon’s bench that I have full of material, as you walk into the door. It is still covered with the blue velour material Grammy covered it with. When I was a senior in high school I only has 2 classes, I used to walk to Grammy’s after class and watch the soaps with her, then walk back to school to catch the bus. I married Arnold Mercy on August 17, 1974. I picked my dress out of a bridal magazine, my mother made it for me with Grammies help hand sewing the lace. I moved next door to my parents. Arnold worked for his father and I helped on weekends. I worked at the post office in town part time. We purchased the farm from his father in 1988. We ran the farm together until 2001. Arnold now works for ECI, and I work as a bookkeeper for Green Mt. Landscaping. It’s funny how things change. We used to work together 24/7 and now Arnold is out of town most weeks, and we only see each other on the weekend. We had our first son Shawn Joseph Mercy on Jan. 30, 1977. Our second son Shane on March 1, 1979. He was only 20 hours old when he was in Grammie’s arms! We built a new house in 2005/2006 right in the middle of what used to be our campground. I remember our 4th of July racing parties. Tommy used to come up from CT in his camper. When everybody left on Sunday and we had to go home, Tommy said that he wanted to stay here. He was sitting outside his camper and started hearing animal noises; he got scared, went inside his camper and didn’t come out again until I came back up to see him Monday morning. We had a lot of fun camping weekends with the family and friends. Shawn married Wakana Kuwamura on July 11, 2011, they live in Albany CA. Shawn is an engineer for Sun Power; they build and install solar panels. Shane lives in Brattleboro, VT and works for Cersosimo Lumber Co. running the different saws there.

52: Cindy's Story Cindy Jean Lumbra Lowell was born the second child of Wayne and Shirley (LaMonda) Lumbra. We grew up on East Street in Enosburg, one street away from my grandparent’s house. We used to have so much fun skateboarding down their street. Papa was always sitting on the porch with his pipe. Our Mom showed us all how to sew. It was always such a treat to get material so we could sew. But, it was more special when Mom made us something. I loved spending time at Aunt Jo’s house. She loved spoiling us all. We moved to Sheldon when I was in fifth grade. I was so sad to leave my friends. Papa used to go by our school every day on the train tracks. Every once in a while we were allowed to talk to him. We moved to Montgomery when I had two weeks left to graduate 8th grade. I stayed at Aunt Betty’s until graduation. I have great memories playing with our cousins. We spent a lot of time visiting my grandparents at camp on Lake Carmi in the summer. Fighting over whose turn it was to hold Stephanie. And, there was that time I dropped her. Christmas Eve was always a special time at their house. Christmas Eve was the first time Don and Arnold met everyone. Don smashed his car on the way. A deer hit it. They were all so good to him. And, the deer was good! I met Don when I was 14. Love at first sight, at least on my part. We used to have fun babysitting for Aunt Jo. We weren't allowed to do lots of things. I always had to be home to milk the cows. For my 16th birthday Don and I got engaged. That did not go over so well, but it's still working! Amy & Lynn were our flower girls. Don and I have so many great memories. But, how he was there for me when I had the cancer is what counts the most. We will never forget the summers Pat spent with us. Don ushering at Pat & Lin’s wedding with a broken leg. Or the half way trips to meet Tom. Tom driving us to TN. The trips I have now with the Durrenburger 6 pack are Dreams come true! My trips with Aunt Lauren and our Tattoos! We had two great sons, Travis Donald and Michael Wayne. They now have families of their own. They gave us 5 wonderful grandkids, Teagan, Collin, Austin, Aliyah, and Andrew. We love them so. We are so blessed.

54: Tammy's Story My name is Tammy. I am the third child of Wayne and Shirley Lumbra. I have been married twice; I always say, once for stupidity and once for love. I have three beautiful daughters, Michelle, Jaime, and Amanda. Michelle is a beautiful person. She has struggled to overcome so much in her live and has become stronger than I think she realizes. She is a loving and compassionate person. Jaime is a care giver; she is always taking care of other people no matter how hard it is on herself. She keeps giving even when she herself is in constant pain. I wish she would take care of herself as well as she takes care of others! She has a heart of gold. Amanda is my free spirited one; she may appear tough, but she has the softest heart ever. She has been working on a degree in art and has been accomplishing this on her own. She is so talented. I love each of them and they are all my “favorite” daughters! I am proud of all three of them. I also have three fantastic grandchildren, Dylan, Jalyn, and Peyton. I enjoy spending time with them. There is nothing better than having a grandchild call you up and ask if they can come over and visit! I wish they did it more! Peyton spends the most time with us. Our hearts melt when she tells us that we are her best friends in the whole world! We love and appreciate having all three in our lives. They help to make us complete. The worst moment of my life was the day my oldest daughter became paralyzed. To this day, I have a hard time talking about it without crying. The best moment of my life was the day I married my husband, Max. My husband Max is my best friend. I love him. It is that simple and that pure. People see what I do for him, but they don't realize how much he does for me. He knows that I constantly fight my shyness and insecurities, and he encourages me to pursue my dreams. He makes me a stronger person. He accepts me as I am. He has made me realize that no matter how many mistakes I have made in the past, I am who I am because of my past mistakes in all and I am a good person; a person who he loves. After all these years, we can still make each other laugh and at times even giggle!

56: 'Dede's Story Hi, I’m the fourth child of Shirley (Lumbra) Donna & Wayne Lumbra My name is Dianna But everybody calls me Dede. Aunt Jo named me Dede when I had to get my long hair chopped off, I would not answer to any name but Dede after that. We moved to Sheldon when I was 7, I remember going to visit Grammy & Papa LaMonda and swinging on papas homemade swing and Sue being a pain, so I pushed her off , well her leg got caught and I wouldn't stop, I broke her leg and received a lot of dirty looks for that while she got lollie pops and new toys. We also used to ride the tricycles down there hill on the sidewalk I crashed good once. Living in Sheldon was never dull, we had a cow in our pasture we used to pick on, I found out she didn’t like to be picked on when she started chasing me, Cindy & Linda they made it back to the gate safe I fell and the cow stepped on my head and I had to have a clamp put in my head. They say that’s why I’m the way I am. One day on the school bus my sisters were daring me to kiss this boy, well I did and they went home and told I was kissing boys and guess what I got the brush that night on my bare ass. My cousin Janet and I went to 1st – 3 rd together. It’s probably a good thing that was it. I started 4th grade in Montgomery we lived on a farm there it was fun at first then my sisters started moving out and getting married. By then I was milking and doing pretty much everything, night chores and weekends. One time we had a bunch of out of town kids come and help with chores, mom made us her famous homemade spaghetti and meatballs everybody loved it .Mom Sue and I pretty much ran the farm my last 2 years of high school. Growing up I hung out with my cousins Janet, Jim & Pat. Janet & I had some good times like the night we went out and got shitfaced and I got us caught; I just couldn’t stop throwing up. Pat and I would go dirt biking, Jim & I went to school together. My sister Sue & cousin Lisa would hang with us to. I lived in Connecticut with Uncle Marcel & Aunt Alma, Pat, Lisa & Tommy right after high school they were all great to me I will always love them for that I felt like I was one of them. I also found out I’m not a city girl I only lasted about 2 months. Kevin Sylvester & I married in 1985 we had Kimberly in 1986 and Deanna in 1989. We are very lucky parents to have two beautiful girls that are all grown up now. Deanna is getting married September 14. 2013 and Kim is July 26, 2014. The girls with the help of family threw us a 25th anniversary party May 15th 2010 at the bar in Montgomery it was great. We went on a Alaska Cruise with friends for our 25th and had a great time on cruise and in Seattle.

58: Sue's Story | I am Shirley’s youngest daughter, the baby of the family. And she still introduces me as such today. I remember when my cousin Lisa came up from CT. with the chicken pox, and my mom had us sleep in the same bed so I would catch them and catch them I did. To this day when I hear the words chicken pox, I think of Lisa. Fondly too I might add. After all I remember her suffering too. Aunt Annette & Uncle Clement are my godparents and have always made me feel very special. They bought me the sweetest gifts that my sisters were always jealous of. When I was married and Lucien was little, I remember a few times when things were so rough I didn’t know how we would find money to buy groceries for the week, and once we couldn’t even afford a Christmas tree. Then miraculously, I would open my mailbox and there would be a gift of money from Aunt Nette, and Uncle Clem. They truly have always been my fairy godparents. I try to pay this forward with my own god children although I have 6 of them so it is few and far between. Uncle Bernard, Aunt Betty and Janet brought my mom & me to the college I was going to go to for my interview. On the way we hit an ice storm on the interstate and had to pull over. As long as we were stopped, I got out of the car and had a smoke; Janet was worried that the cars that were sliding off the road were going to plow me over. We had quite a few laughs on that trip. I got my first kiss while playing hide and seek at Steph and Amy’s house. They had a pretty cute neighbor boy that caught me in the meadow and kissed me. The mother daughter weekend in Hampton Beach started because of the side trip we took on the way to bring me to college in Mass., because I had never seen the ocean. It was the weekend after Labor Day and we had such a beautiful time that my sisters and mom and Aunt Lauren went back the following year the same weekend. The next year even more sisters and daughters went and so it began. I have many fond memories of those early years; my baby bump, getting kicked out in the middle of the night, celebrating our engagements and the peeing. (Has anyone mentioned yet how weak the Lamonda bladders are?) I am the proud mom of two sons, Lucien and Johnathan and a stepdaughter, Jen. The happiest day of my life was when I married my 2nd husband, Gabriel Paquette. “My Superman.” Gabe has made all of my dreams come true; giving me a step daughter, our big victorian home, the hair salon that took over his den, the flower gardens he has built for me, his big Catholic family that has shown me only love and acceptance and taught me about Faith. And last but not least our Johnathan. That one never stops amazing us and making us smile. He is a lot like Gabe. And I love when I watch him and see exactly the traits that made me fall in love with his dad. The proudest moment in my life was watching Lucien become a United States Marine on Paris Island, South Carolina. It still amazes me that I have raised this strong faithful son that was willing to give his life for his country. And pretty much by myself as his dad and I divorced when he was 4. I have never been so afraid as I was when he was in Afganistan. This is when I learned what Faith really means. The hardest thing I have ever done was quit smoking after 30 years. Proving to everyone that thought I never could, that Yes I can. But proving to myself that with God’s help anything is possible. Funny thing is, is that as soon as I realized God’s love for me, my life has been as close to perfect as one can get.

60: Alma's Story Alma LaMonda Dulude was born April 15, 1942. I was the fourth child of Wilfred and Mary LaMonda. I was the only child born in the same house that we all grew up in. My mother told the neighbor that, if she had another girl, she would throw her under the bed. But, she must have changed her mind. I remember going to stay with my Grandparents in Montgomery so my sister Betty could take care of me. She wanted to go swimming with her friends; I had to go with her. She put me on a rock. I slipped and went under water. Betty saw my pigtails and grabbed me. I am still afraid of water to this day. When I was six years old my mother was about to have her sixth child. I decided that it was time to give away my sibling, so I went past the peeling tree (which was a boundary my mother had set for us children) to see Mrs. Ploof who had no children, to see if she wanted a baby. After my sixth sister Lauren was born I pushed her in the carriage up to Mrs. Ploof to give her away. Mrs. Ploof called my mother to tell her I was giving Lauren away; boy did I get in trouble. In my later years, I was a cheerleader and found the best part was riding the bus with the boys and girls which in those days was something that we were not allowed to do. While working at Kennedy’s a variety store in town this man would stop by many times to buy cigarettes. I soon found out his name which was Marcel Dulude and we became a couple. We married on Oct. 7, 1961. We lived in St. Albans were Marcel worked. We had our first born Patrick in St. Albans in May 4, 1963. Soon after having Patrick I found out I was pregnant. Lisa was born in July 6, 1964, on her father’s birthday Times were tough, with Pat’s tonsils and adenoids both having to be removed. My sister Annette kept sending job applications in the mail to us. They finally enticed us enough to move to Connecticut. So, off to Connecticut we went. We lived with Annette and Clement for a month and then Marcel got a job. Thomas was born in May 5, 1967, two years after we moved to CT. When Tom went to kindergarten I went to work part time. We bought our home in East Hartford, CT. In 1981 I went full time and worked for 32 yrs. When my husband was 50 he had an acute attack of rheumatoid arthritis. I retired in 2004 to be his nurse to care and comfort him for the rest of his years. At age 72, on June 4, 2008 he lost his battle. We were blessed with an angel that was born Dec. 30, 2003, our grandson Nicholas. Grandpa D got to enjoy him before he passed. Today he is the joy of my life. I have found many other things to fill the void in my life, mostly by helping other people.

62: Alma and Marcel had three children. Patrick Lisa and Thomas

64: Pat's Story | I am Patrick Dulude, the first child of Marcel and Alma Dulude, born May 4, 1963. I remember many trips to VT for Christmas at my grandparent’s house. I wish we still had the old-time Christmases. They were such great memories! I have so many great summertime memories up in Vermont. I rode dirt bikes with Dede and had my first girlfriend, while staying with the Clarks. I also had a lot of great time with cousins Jim, Joan, Janet & Jeff. Too many stories to tell I spent a lot of time up at Don & Cindy’s house. Cindy would pick me up at the train Depot in St. Albans. I was an angel until I met Don. One time, I made the mistake of telling Don I needed spare parts for my firebird. I ended up with the whole car. When I was telling my Dad he had to bring some parts back home, I left the part out that it was an entire car. But, he was a trooper and towed my car all the way home. My car is almost complete! Stop by and look at it. It’s bright yellow. Don’s favorite color! One time, when Don & Cindy lived in Wolcott, Don and I had a bright idea of visiting Jim in Montgomery. We took the four-wheeler and drank liquor to keep us warm. When we first left, we had a flat tire. We stopped and I took a sip of root beer schnapps. I burnt my lips because it had been sitting by the exhaust. To this day, I cannot have root beer schnapps. And then, we stopped and I saw a grave stone! And, I asked Don, if we were dead. After going through many neighborhood girlfriends, I met the love of my life, Linda. We’ve been married 25 years. We had a restaurant, Mr. Steak, for 10 of those years. I loved to cook and enjoyed seeing many of my relatives at the restaurant. To this date, I still enjoy cooking for a large party, and love hosting Thanksgiving dinner at our house every year. I am a huge Nascar fan, especially while Dale Earnhardt Sr was alive. I still remember the day he crashed. We were at Don & Cindy’s house watching the race. We had to leave to come back to CT & Cindy called us to tell us he had died. Nascar has not been the same since then. I was lucky enough to inherit my grandfather’s & father’s talent of carpentry. I enjoy carpentry as my hobby and have spent a lot of time working on projects around my house. After 16 years of marriage, we were blessed with our angel from above, Nicholas Daniel. Our lives were changed forever, for the better.

66: Lisa’s Story I am the middle child of Alma and Marcel Dulude. I have two brothers the oldest Patrick and youngest Thomas. I was born in St. Albans VT on July 6, 1964. At the age of two my family moved to Connecticut. My parents purchased a home in East Hartford where they still reside. My earliest memories of my Grandparents, “mama and papa” were visiting at Christmas. My “mama” always made homemade donuts and chocolate chip cookies which she put in a large round yellow tupper-ware container on top of the refrigerator for us. The house was always filled with family reuniting for the holiday. My brothers and I enjoyed spending time with our cousins which we saw only a few times a year. During the summer months I enjoyed staying on the farm birthing calves and milking cows, and sneaking out of the house for a night with Cousin Sue (somehow we always got caught) And walking the railroad tracks and going to barn parties with Cousin Carol. I have so many great memories of the times I have spent with my cousins and cherish them all. I had a great childhood. My parents afforded me the opportunity to take tap dancing lessons for five yrs, and then horse backing riding for another five years which I enjoyed so much that in my older years I was able to purchase a horse of my own. (I should say several horses with my last purchase being Grace show name: Lunch with the Boss.) I enjoy riding and showing her. My parents were never able to afford the finer things in life, but they taught me to be independent, loving, respectful, and to be responsible for my own actions. With those tools, I believe I became a successful, hard working, and loving adult. My brothers have been, and still are very good to me. They have always come to my rescue. When my car breaks down on the side of the road (sorry Tom I didn’t mean to lock the doors while the car was running but as always, you let me take your car and took care of the situation.) Pat removing a raccoon from my apartment in the middle of the night because I left the door open, or being my moving crew every yr. Needless to say they were both relieved when Dan, my husband, came along. Pat taught me how to be a “Tom boy,” and I don't believe I let him down. We drove quads and dirt bikes through sand and mud pits. The only thing he didn't teach me is not to be so darn gullible! Once while riding double on his dirt bike on a track behind our house- he yells “Jump off I have no brakes” so I did! He laughed all the way home while I picked the rocks out of my hands. And again Riding in his hotrod with no seats only a milk crate to sit on. He would yell “hold on . . . to what?.” and I would end up in the trunk. I married my best friend (Daniel J. Durrenberger) on April 28, 2001, and we have been enjoying an adventurous journey together. Dan and I didn’t have children, but we were blessed with a wonderful nephew, Nicholas Dulude, whom we love to spoil. I have been told that he thinks of us as cool and adventures. :) In my older years, I have enjoyed some wonderful vacations with my cousins and Aunt Betty. Our mother and Daughter trips to Oqunquit, ME. (I can’t believe Janet and I have not been arrested for walking home intoxicated) Dominican Republic and look forward to many more trips with cousins and aunts. My father passed away on June 4, 2008. after a long illness. Since then I have enjoyed taking trips with my mother- marking off her bucket list of places to go like Arizona, where I was able to get her on a horse, but she tricked me because in return I had to go in a hot air balloon. UGGG! To Branson, MO where at the age of 71 she rode the zip line, and then off to a third world country, Dominican Republic. LIFE IS GOOD!

68: Tom's Story I am Thomas Dulude born May 5, 1967 the baby of Marcel and Alma Dulude. I was their only child born in CT. When I was 10 months old my brother Pat teased me with a cookie. I fell and broke my leg. I remember making trips to my grandparent’s house in Vermont. I had to sleep on the floor of the car. My brother and sister had the seats. It was so worth the trip because Meme had many treats ready for us when we got there, donuts, cookies, and milk. I remember once when I was a teenager, I was fishing with my grandfather at Lake Carmi and I caught a bird, not a fish! I have always had a love for trucks. Many times on our trips to VT, my Uncle Bernard would take me in his grain truck. I knew then I wanted to be a truck driver. I decided to go to Cheney Tech and get a Diesel Mechanic certificate. I have had many driver jobs over the years. I now work for the town of East Hartford as a driver. When we were younger, Pat and Lisa had a “Fort Gang”. I really wanted to get into their gang. The only way I could get initiated into the gang was to get into their fort with a wild cat (while they stood at the door). I love to host parties. I have a Daytona party every year. I also love camping. I started camping at the races in Loudon when they began in 1993. We started by camping in the back of Pat’s truck in the parking lot. Now I have a Motor home and we have great lot to park in. Many, many memories have been made there. And I run into my cousins from VT every year. I try to spend most of my weekends camping in the summer. Mom tries to come along sometime. When Yankee Kenworth was sold out, I was laid off from my job and had the opportunity to rent a van and drive my aunts and cousins to Nashville (the day after Cathy & Mark’s wedding). Aunt Jo was able to get us all on Nashville Now and we were all on TV! We ate at Crackerbarrel so many times, that to this day, I cannot eat there. Mike met up with us when he left college and followed us home. My Aunt Lauren scarred me for life. It was the trip of a lifetime! When Pat & Linda brought Nicholas into our lives, I became an Uncle for the first time. Being an uncle is the highlight of my life and I love spoiling him. Being the youngest child and not married, I opted to be the one to help my Mom and Dad (especially during my Dad’s illness). Now, Mom & I live in the same house but have our own lives.

69: I | And Trucks

70: Jo's Story I am Geraldine “Jo” Ann LaMonda Cota, born on July 15, 1943. I am daughter #5 of Wilfred and Mary. I have some great memories of my childhood. Building lots of snow forts, snow fights, keeping the driveway shoveled. My Dad helping me build an ice skating rink in our backyard. Filling the Big shed with wood for the winter. Guess I was the “Little Tomboy”. Got in lots of trouble, not really! Alma always told me to do something and of course I did! I still do! I remember when I started school; I cried everyday until Daddy promised me a nice train set for Christmas, guess that is why he called me “Jo”. I graduated in 1962, what a great class. There were 20 girls and 8 boys. I married my high school sweetheart, Eric Cota on September 21, 1963. We moved to Montgomery Center. Our first son, Jim was born January 28, 1964. Our daughter Lynn was born July 28, 1971. Through the years we made some very good memories. My son Jim has 3 kids, Ashley, Whitney, and Hazen. My daughter Lynn has 4 kids, CJ, Cameron, Casey, and Gabby. Our grandkids are the love of our lives. I am so proud of all of them. They keep me young! I lost the love of my life on February 16th, 2012. But, he is still in our hearts. And, he is still watching all the basketball, baseball, and soccer games. I remember lots of gatherings at Mom & Dad’s, camping at Lake Carmi, and at the Cota house. The LaMonda family is a very close and friendly family! And all this love is with all of us, even to all the grandkids!! We are making more memories everyday!

72: Jo and Eric had two children. Lynn and James (Jim)

74: James Eric Cota Story I was born January 31, 1964 in St. Albans, Vermont. I am proud to be the son of Eric Hazen and Geraldine Ann Cota. I was later blessed with a younger sister, Lynn Marie, born July 28, 1971. Our home was full of love and a great place to be. My parents provided everything I needed to grow and become successful. With a great sense of family, caring personality and a strong work ethic. I have lived in Montgomery, Vermont most of my life. Enjoyed the four seasons with snow machines, skis, basketballs, baseballs, jeeps, fishing poles, bows and arrows, guns and all terrain vehicles. I attended the old Montgomery Elementary School, Lamoille Union High School and Vermont Technical College. I graduated with a Civil Engineering Technology Associates Degree in 1984. I worked for the State of New Hampshire Construction Division administering roadway and bridge projects until 1999. I worked with my father for a year landscaping, building ponds, driveways and septic systems. Successfully sold steel buildings until 2002 when I was hired to manage construction projects for the Vermont Agency of Transportation. Joined the New Hampshire Army National Guard in 1986, completed Basic Training, Officer Candidate School and Officer Basic Coarse in Field Artillery in 1988. I served 7 years. Married Roberta Chaplin in 1985 and we were blessed with 3 beautiful children. Ashley Lynn was born May 25, 1987 in Littleton, New Hampshire. Ashley graduated North Country Union High School and the University of Hawaii with a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. Ashley now lives in Burlington, Vermont and is working for the State of Vermont Family Court. Ashley is moving in the direction of becoming a teacher. Whitney Jo-Ann was born January 28, 1990 in our Littleton home. Whitney graduated North Country Union High School and Lyndon State College with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Exercise Science. Whitney married Tom Nelson of Albany, Vermont on September 22, 2012. They are currently stationed at Fort Drum, New York. Whitney works for child and youth services as a program associate dance instructor for the Department of Defense. Tom is an Army Ordinance Officer working as a platoon leader in the 110th Transportation Company. He is being deployed to Bagram, Afghanistan in March of 2014. Hazen James was born July 4, 1997 in our Montgomery home. Hazen is attending Enosburg Falls High School as a sophomore. He is active in sports and doing very well academically. Hazen is considering Forestry and operating construction equipment. Although right now he is focused on girls, cars and hunting! I have many great LaMonda family memories. Grammy and Papa LaMonda’s (Mary and Wilfred) house was a busy place when our families met to enjoy June Dairy Day, summer weekends and Christmas Eve. With dozens of cousins we could always find excitement in Enosburg. Mary was a great cook. Fresh baked rolls, baked beans and even the fondue smelled great. Wilfred loved his garden and work shop. Most of us left with parting gifts from home grown tomatoes to handmade cabinets. One of my fondest memories is when Eric and Mary played 500 together. The card games were full of laughter. In fact, the entire property was full of good times and loud laughter. The wooden swing that would pinch us, the hedges to hide us and the nearby railroad tracks drawing us away for an adventurous walk. With somewhere around 128 first, second and third cousins on the LaMonda side it is not possible to express the many great memories racing through my head. Pat was the motorcycle drummer that was fun to be around. Joan had those friends that I enjoyed playing with. Larry had a really fast car that I ended up doing my first back flip in as the drag race started. Farm girl Dede could throw a hay bale twice as far as I could. I am lucky to be a part of such a great family! I really miss seeing everyone! Hope to see you at the annual summer family camping reunion.

76: Lynn Marie Cota-Caforia On July 28, 1971, I was born the second child of Geraldine “Jo” LaMonda and Eric Cota. In 1973, my parents bought the big brown house on Main Street in Montgomery Center, where my older brother, Jim, and I were raised, and my mother lives to this day. Like my brother and my “Lumbra” cousins, the old Montgomery School House, is where I attended elementary school. I graduated from Lamoille Union High School in 1989. Some of my high school games that I remember most vividly were the ones where my cousin Amy Young and I played against one another. I especially remember the “smirk” she’d give me just before she’d pitch the ball. She always psyched me out! I attended the University of Vermont and later graduated from Trinity College in 1994 with a Bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education. In 2006, I earned a Master’s degree in Educational Leadership from Johnson State College. Craig Caforia and I were married on October 30, 1993. Although our marriage wasn’t meant to be, I was blessed with four amazing children. CJ was born in 1994, Cameron in 1997, Casey in 2000 and my only daughter, Gabriella was born in 2001. They are the most amazing people I know, and I could not be more proud of any of them. Being their mom is the most important thing I do. Clearly my love of sports has been passed on to my kids. We spend much of our time, at games, or practices for baseball, soccer, snowboarding and basketball. I began my teaching career at Underhill Central School in 1995 and was then hired at Montgomery Elementary where I taught for 9 years. In 2006, I was hired to be the principal of Berkshire Elementary, a job I love and continue to do today. Being from such a small community, I have had the opportunity to either teach or serve as the principal for many of my family members including: my sons CJ and Cameron, my niece Whitney, nephew Hazen, cousins Ian and Ally Machia, and Nick and Ian Ross. When I look back upon my childhood, I have many fond memories with my LaMonda family. Some of the fondest include: Saturday family lunches at Grammy and Papa LaMonda’s house. Where my grandfather always made us giggle when he’d eat his lettuce like a rabbit, with his three front teeth. He’d stop when Grammy would yell, “Wilfred”. Watching Grammy rock in her chair, as she cheered for the Celtics and wondering what those French words were that she would yell to Larry Bird and the other players. Grammy’s homemade doughnuts, the smell of Papa’s pipe tobacco, the “party” line, Papa’s wood shop, Grammy’s upholstery hammer, the garden, the outside fireplace with the 7 siblings names on it, the wooden peg and marble games and the camp on Lake Carmi. Spending most weekends with Amy and Stephanie Young, either at their house in the summer or mine in the winter. We had many fun times when our parents would get together to play cards. I will never forget the time they let us watch “The Exorcist”. I don’t think any of us slept that night! Most weekend nights, Steph and Amy would sleepover so that we could go skiing. We’d carry our equipment up to the end of the street and hitch a ride with whoever was heading up the hill. Rides home were a little more challenging. We’d often, go looking in the Golden Eagle Bar for whoever seemed ok to drive us home. Times were different in the 1970’s and 1980’s! Aunt Lauren always tried to find ways to steal my mother’s antique bathroom chair. Whether it was under a blanket or covered with her coat, sometimes she’d make it all the way to the car before my mom would go out and get it. One time, Aunt Shirley called us and invited us to the farm to watch the birth of a calf. Amy, Steph and I watched in horror as they pulled the calf out with chains, feet first. Cindy (Lumbra) Lowell and her then “boyfriend” Don Lowell used to babysit for me when I was little. To this day, it’s still a mystery why they always wanted to get me to go to bed so early! Uncle David decided he wanted to learn to ski in 1988, and came to me for lessons at Jay Peak. We had so much fun we ended up making a night trip to Bromont in Canada. My mother has many strengths, many of which I can only hope to emulate a fraction of in my lifetime. As much as I love her, singing may not be her greatest strength. When I close my eyes, I can still hear her rendition of “Put Another Log on the Fire” with Uncle Marcel and Uncle Bubby. In times of struggle, this family is there to support one another. In 2009, when my mom, Jo, went through breast cancer, Cindy Lowell, was an inspiration to all of us. In 2012, my dad, Eric passed away unexpectedly. The love and support of this family helped all of us get through the toughest of days that followed his passing. Today, Stephanie, Amy, Jim, Kerrie and I all have children that either go to school with one another or play sports either with or against each other. Seeing the relationships that have developed over the years between all of our children, I can only hope their memories will be as fond as the memories we have all made. Our family is quite large, and although we don’t get to see one another as often as we’d like to, we still find ways to connect as adults. For nearly 30 years, the LaMonda women have taken an annual LaMonda Girl’s Trip to the seacoast. Cathy Dulude Guidotti has done an amazing job of documenting each of these trips in photo albums that represent each year. We have made many memories, shared many laughs over campfires, on lifeguard towers, over rum punches, at our late night ocean “swims”, early morning walks, in lawn chairs with our feet in the sand, and across the dinner table from one another. In this new digital age, many of us now stay connected through Facebook . A few years back, Tom Dulude and Cindy Lowell began a new family tradition with a Way Camping Weekend, which I attended for the first time this year. It was wonderful to reconnect with family that I don’t often see. Even more wonderful, was watching the next generation of LaMonda cousins (including third and fourth generations) get to know one another at the pool, the campfire and over intense games of “Bull@#$%”!

78: Lauren's Story I was born on June 12, 1948 #6th daughter for Mary and Wilfred LaMonda. Betty, Annette, and Shirley were already on their own, but I have spent many, many great times with them and their families. After high school I lived with Annette and Clement for awhile before I moved to Hartford. I worked at Royal Typewriter Company. I had a great job. I was secretary for several engineers. Terry and her husband brought me to New York City; my first trip to the Big Apple. It was a trip I will always remember. The holidays at work were full of good cheer and parties. On New Year’s Terry’s husband was giving me a friendly kiss and his wife hit him over the head with her pocketbook. I thought that was really silly until I became a wife and hit my husband over his head with my pocketbook! What goes around comes around is very true. When I was growing up, I don’t ever remember my mother complaining about anything. Growing up for me was a warm and loving experience. Whenever I needed it which I assume would have been often, I had to kneel underneath a cross of Jesus and say my prayers because I had misbehaved. Today I have a folder of many prayers that I can call on whenever I feel the need. My sisters Alma and Jo taught me how to jitterbug. No, this isn’t a phone; it is a dance. We’d dance in the dining room. When I was a baby my sister Alma tried to give me away to a Mrs. Ploof. Another time Alma was pushing me back and forth in my carriage and right off the porch I zoomed carriage and all. She was very sorry, and I love her dearly as I love all my siblings. My brother David is three years younger than me. We tried to run away once, but we ran out of graham crackers and ran back home. I can still see my mom sewing in the living room. During one winter she made a snowman out of snowflakes. Years later she made me one, and I still have it today. I loved making my mother and father laugh, especially if it got me out of trouble. My mother was an excellent seamstress. When I was in third grade she made me a snowsuit. It was burgundy, but I didn’t like it because it was homemade. Shame on me! Coming from a catholic family during lent my mother, sisters Alma and Jo, my brother David and me would kneel in the living room as my father would lead us in saying the rosary. Well, lo and behold, sometimes one of us would get the giggles, and in a matter of seconds we would be separated throughout the house. I can still hear, “Holy Mary Mother of God,” coming from throughout the house. On rare occasions mom would stifle a snicker or two. Dad would turn around and glare at us and say his prayers even faster. My father was a section foreman on the railroad and after work he spent many hours building furniture in his garage. Hearing the buzzing of his saw and smelling the fresh cut lumber brings back warm memories. He always had a great garden. I hated picking beans, but I loved to eat them. Peas, if you were really quick, you could eat a pod or two without getting into trouble. On those warm

79: Memories summer nights I remember sitting on the small hill next to the garage and watching the swallows fly in and out of a chimney. On Tuesday nights Sylvia, who lived up the street at Tracy’s, would take us to the band concert and then to a restaurant. We were treated to banana splits which cost twenty-five cents! At the end of East Street there was a creamery which today is Franklin Foods. I was allowed to only go as far as a certain stump, but oh how I wanted to get closer to those rolling milk cans. I wanted to slide down the moving ramp. Mrs. Revoir would call my mother and next thing I knew one of my sisters was coming after me. What’s a few more Hail Mary’s? My folks had this small green cooker. Sometimes on Sunday’s we would go to Lake Carmi and swim. We’d enjoy this delicious chicken mom cooked for us. On holidays the house was always packed. My brother and I always had to go to bed, but we’d spy on them through the register in one of the bedrooms which reminds me about Dinky and Winky. Dinky was a blue chicken and Winky was a pink chicken who sometimes were allowed in the house. David and I would hide in the bathroom with the chickens and when Alma and Jo came through the bathroom door what a hoot it was to scare them. One Sunday dinner the only one at the dining room table was my dad because Dinky and Winky were the main course. Even mom was crying. Dad was not happy with us. I hit my teenage years and I remember sleepovers at my friends. I always had to be back home Saturday mornings to dust. To this day I don’t understand why I couldn’t have dusted in the afternoon. My mom always wanted to be a nurse, but she was forced to quit school and work on her parent’s farm. My mother came to the United States from Canada when she was nine years old. She couldn’t speak a word of English. She told me many stories over the years. I have one of her report cards. She was a very good student receiving A’s and B’s. Her father told her she was his best worker. In her later years mom excelled at upholstery. When I would visit her on the patio, I watched her as she worked on the furniture. Her cooking was out of this world yummy. When I am in my kitchen and the smells of my cooking filter through the air, I feel like mom is watching. When we were all at mom and dad’s playing cards, devouring her delectable delights, it was a lot of fun. Being surrounded by laughter and loving people is what life is all about. Today I share my life with my husband Bob, my children and their wonderful spouses; Kevin, Stephanie, Jeff, Amy, Robert and Amy, and my grandchildren, Ian, Ally, Brianna, Megan, Ana and Gavin. I must not forget my wonderful friends who make me laugh, comfort me when needed. Life is not always peachy, but you learn from it and carry on. I am, indeed, very blessed in so many ways. My passion is my writing. Over the years I have written hundreds of poems and prose. I have self-published five, children’s books, and I am on my last chapter of my romance novel which will be on Kindle in the spring of 2013.

80: Lauren & Robert had three children. Stephanie, Amy and Rob (Robert)

82: Stephanie's Story | Steph's Story I am Stephanie Young Machia daughter of Lauren (LaMonda) and Robert Young. I was born on August 1, 1968 in St. Albans, VT. I was married to Kevin J Machia from Enosburg on June 27, 1992. We currently live in Montgomery VT. We have two children Ian T Machia born April 11, 1996 and Allison Machia born June 16, 1998. LaMonda memories: Drinking coffee, eating doughnuts, chocolate chips cookies and Milky Way bars. When CT was coming we couldn't eat the cookies in the green Tupperware bowl that sat up on the fridge. Gram's mac and cheese, and fighting with Uncle David for it. Staying home from school sick so I could watch soap operas with Gram. Guiding Light was my favorite. Christmas and family events were always crazy. Alcohol and food was plenty. It was so easy for us kids to sneak a little. Seven & Seven and ginger ale. Going to the Lumbra Farm. Feeding calves and smoking cigarettes with Susan. Dede caught us once and made me drink a ton of water. Grandpa's pipe and blowing smoke in our ear when we had an ear ache. Gathering at Aunt Jo and Uncle Eric’s on the weekends. We skied during the day. The adults played 500 at night. Gram with her 10 bids. Once again food and alcohol were plenty. We kids watched TV. The Exorcist! Still a very scary memory. My memories continue with our annual September trip to Ogunquit ME. With 3 generations hanging out on the beach, rum punch, walks on the beach, an occasional loss of bladder control and lot's of laughs.

84: Amy's Story I am Amy Young Severance born on September 18, 1970 in St.Albans, Vermont. I am the middle child of Lauren and Robert Young. I was raised in Enosburg Falls, Vermont attended Enosburg Falls High School and graduated from the University of Vermont. I am currently a practicing Physical Therapist. I was married to Jeffrey Alan Severance on August 2, 1997 and have two girls Brianna Elizabeth and Megan Catherine. We currently reside in Enosburg. I have many fond childhood memories with my LaMonda family. I first think of Gramma LaMondas Saturday donuts; her special chocolate chip cookies in the green container on top of her refrigerator and of course her very special belly laugh!!! Grandpa LaMonda always knew how to make an ear ache go away with the smoke from his pipe. I have a special memory of working with him in his garage to help me build a wooden box for a science fair project. Christmas Eve was always a special time especially when the Connecticut crew was able to come. The many weekends I spent at the Cota house to ski at Jay Peak with cousin Lynn and sister Steph. Walking in the fields at the Lumbra farm squishing the poop between our toes and seeing a calf be born with chains! Walking the train tracks at the Clark house. Our special trips to Connecticut for Thanksgiving. The annual super soaker water gun fights with Uncle David and family!!! I am very proud to be a part of this family. We have all grown and have gone our separate lives but I will always have many warm feelings when I think of my childhood. Taking the time for my kids to get to know this family I can only hope they are making their own special moments together.

86: LaMonda Lineage I, Robert Stuart Young, made my place in the LaMonda family as the third child of Lauren LaMonda and Robert James Young. I was born on January 3rd, 1974 at 8:20 AM in St. Albans, VT. Two sisters Stephanie Ann, ‘68 and Amy Marie, ‘70, preceded me. Being the youngest, the only boy, and four years apart from my nearest aged sister put me in a place of independence, whether I liked it or not. I recall my older sisters getting excited about a “family” vacation, which ended up with me waving good-bye from Grammy LaMonda’s window. Well the jokes on them, because I enjoyed spending time with my Grandparents all to myself with luxuries such as SpaghettiOs, homemade donuts, Milkyway bars, and coffee in my milk to wash it all down. Why would I want to be anywhere else? To follow it up, I was entertained by watching Grammy and Grandpa play a game of marbles. You would think a game of counting dimples on a board would be uneventful, but Grammy played to win and had a unique method of counting that seemed to put her marbles in a good spot. Grandpa let her know of her mischievous ways some of the time, which was always a very funny conversation. When we got up in the morning grandpa and I would head out to the garage. Now that I think about it I don’t recall there ever being a vehicle in that garage. Grandpa used it for his wood working shop and I loved drawing and creating little wooden items with a little hammer and little nails on a little wooden bench. I think there was even a little stool so I could sit and work. I have a few pieces of furniture in my house today and will always remember the shop they came from and the hands that made them. I eventually reached the age to be family vacation eligible, but my elder sisters always seem to bring my time with Grammy and Grandpa LaMonda up at family gatherings to attempt retribution. Well there is no feeling sorry for me because I got the royal treatment and priceless LaMonda entertainment. Rob Young December 1, 2013

89: David's Story Wilford and Mary LaMonda thought their family would be complete if only they had a boy. I was born on April 29, 1951 to much excitement in a household full of girls. Being raised with 6 older sisters can have its advantages. They kind of helped me out a lot. It was like having my own team of body guards. Don’t mess with a LaMonda girl’s baby brother or you could be in trouble. The house I grew up in was small. I didn’t have a real bed or bedroom until one of them girls got married. I slept in a crib in the hallway until I was 7 years old. I don’t remember much except I used to bang my head a lot. I remember reading a lot one summer to keep up in school. My sisters had to help me read. I remember sitting on the old couch by the wood shed and reading with a sister or two. You know my sisters helped me a lot they did. I remember they used to call me a little shit, but you know they still loved me. I believe that there isn’t anything stronger then love between brothers and sisters. A kid up the street named Georgie, used to be mean to me. One day Jo caught him and well, Georgie didn’t bother me anymore. I remember one cold winter night Shirley walked home from school with her basket ball uniform on, Mamma was fit to be tied. Yes one by one my sisters married and moved away. I used to visit them a lot in their new homes. I had appendicitis when I was about 6. My poor Mother had 3 kids with appendicitis that year. I was spoiled by my sisters while in the hospital. Annette bought me a fire truck with a real siren on it. You should have seen the doctors and nurses come running when I played with it in the hallway of the hospital! I use to be a mail boy too. I had to deliver a note to a boy at the high school, Lauren didn’t know but I read it. Oh my GOD it was .I‘m not saying! Oh by the way that boy was Bob Young he married my sister, great guy. I also remember my older sister Betty lived in St. Albans I use to visit there a lot. Alma lived in St Albans as well not at the same time and I remember visiting her a lot too. Life was simple back in those days. A boy could freely run and explore the world I had a lot of grand adventures and some close calls but it was a wonderful childhood. Back in 1972 I was fresh out of college and working for the Enosburg Electric Company. I joined a bowling league at the Dairy Center. Little did I know that I was bowling with my future Father- in-law. That fall I kept seeing this pretty girl watching me bowl. I didn’t know who she was. One night I went back to look for her and she was gone. Finally one night I asked Vincent who she was and he introduced me to Joyce Hammond. I don’t know if you believe in love at first site but, I knew I had found the girl of my dreams. We married on July 27, 1973. We had two beautiful children, Christopher John born January 22, 1974 and Kerrie Ann born September 26, 1975. Raising them was and is the most rewarding experience in my life.

90: David and Joyce had two children. Christopher and Kerrie

92: Chris's Story I am Christopher LaMonda, the son of David and Joyce LaMonda. To me, growing up a LaMonda was all about big family events, working hard and close friendships. I grew up with my younger sister Kerrie in Enosburg Falls. What I remember the most are the overcrowded house parties. Whether it was Grammie and Papa’s for Christmas Eve or one of the aunt’s and uncle’s houses for birthdays, graduations, weddings, or just because. There were always lots of family gatherings. Looking back at those events, I remember feeling a bit lost in the crowd. Being in the younger end of the family tree made that more than often the case. However, I always found some place to be or someone to hang with. Almost always it was my cousin, Robbie and I. We would find some place to sit, run, hide, or play. Some of my fondest memories were of the back closet or stairs at Grammie’s house. It was our own little world. Growing older I began to explore some of the world. I was lucky enough to have such a supportive family. This support allowed me to develop my athletic skills. With these skills and the support of my family I was able to travel around the Northeast playing soccer. It allowed me to meet lots of people from all around. This in the end was why I went out of state to college. With all of my parents support and encouragement I went to Worchester, MA for college. I then moved to Plymouth NH to finish school. However I was always drawn home. I must believe the LaMonda family was some of the reason for that. So every summer I would return. Because of this I was lucky enough to find my soul mate. I met Kelly Hale one summer night out with, who else, but Robbie. It was love at first sight. We dated for 9 months before getting engaged and then married 2 years to the day that we met, June 29th. Kelly and I had our first child in 2000, Phoenix. It was such a joy to move to this stage of life. Noah’s, birth in 2003, is the second of our boys. This completed our family. We have lived in Jericho since 2001. Kelly and I still try to attend LaMonda gatherings whenever we can. It is now the next generation and the get togethers are smaller, a little less crowded, but I hope that my boys feel the same love and support that I have always felt from being a LAMONDA.

94: Kerrie's Story Growing up in a LaMonda household! It’s an interesting task to write about and all of those reading this would get the interesting part. A LaMonda may be forgetful and goofy but they always knew how to make life fun. You always knew you were loved when you were in the presence of a LaMonda and if you ever needed someone they were sure to have your back. My name is Kerrie LaMonda Ross and I am the youngest child of David and Joyce LaMonda. The youngest of my generation too! I grew up in a small town of Enosburg Falls, VT on a small quiet street named Pleasant Street. In the middle of Pleasant street sat the Catholic Church which is where I remember spending lots of time. Mostly outside of the church but, sometimes inside it too. My Dad carries a lot of what a LaMonda means to me. He is hard working, energetic, funny, and strong willed and soft hearted. When, I was forced to go inside the church, my dad use to have this way of keeping me in line. It wasn’t harsh; it’s where his softness came from. We use to play this game with our pinkies. I don’t know how it started but I can still recall how his thumb and pinky were pointed out and his three middle fingers were pressed against the pew’s back edge in front of us. I would then put my hand in the same position and we would lock pinkies. Pinking holding I suppose. I loved it and I still do this when I set foot in a church. I also got a milkshake once because of a broken heart. Dad didn’t make me one, he went out and bought me one and brought it to my sad little self to cheer me up. It did. He was always good at that. Dad also had a way of making a serious situation funny. He’d use phrases like: Do you want me to handle it, do you want me to talk to them and don’t talk to strangers or weirdos. Which I would instantly reply, then I guess I better not talk to you. He still says these things to me even at almost 40. (Boy I bet that makes some people feel old.) My mom is the strong, independent minded woman that I am so blessed to have in my life. She taught me to believe that no matter what life threw at me that I could handle it. Calmly and efficiently. I contribute my level headedness to her. Phwew My brother Chris and I spent lots of time with neighborhood kids to include our cousin Robbie Young in our small neighborhood of Pleasant Street. We’d ride bikes and skateboard around the neighborhood for hours. We also use to play baseball in the Lovelett’s backyard. I love that part of my childhood. Having the freedom to run around the whole neighborhood without a care in the world until the 5:00 dinner call from our mom. Once a group of us kids including Chris, Rob and I decided to start a fire in the Catholic Church parking lot. You can guess how that ended when you live in a small town and get into mischief in a church parking lot. Totally Busted!! Apparently by a neighbor as confirmed by my mom. I always thought it was the priest. Phwew, which would have been much worse. Funny end of the story I was the youngest of the whole crew and never got grounded for it and by my recollection I was just standing there. As for my brother.. grounded. Both sets of my grandparents lived close by and we were blessed enough to be able to spend lots of time with them. Grammie and Papa LaMondas place was always a fun place to visit and they were good at keeping us entertained. Grammie use to teach me to play all kinds of card games and how to make my own paper dolls out of old Sear’s catalogs. I was a lucky kid when my mom went back to work when I was in Kindergarten and my parents needed a place for me to go after school. I got to go to Grammie and Papa LaMondas. I even had a box of cheerios just for me at their house. It was one of the few things I would eat. I was one of the annoyingly picky eaters. Papa loved to spend time in his workshop building furniture. Chris and I had our own work bench areas in the shop too. It felt pretty special to be a part of that but the second Papa would turn on his table saw I would go running out of the garage and into the house. I was terrified of that noise. It only took me a bit to return to the workshop. This is the place that gave me the love of the smell of wood. I Graduated from Enosburg Falls Jr, Sr, High School in the spring of 1994 and attended Champlain College in Burlington, VT in the fall. I majored in Communications and Public Relations and graduated from Champlain in the spring of 1997. I met my husband Richard Jason Ross through mutual friends in June of 1997. We fell in love quickly and married in August of 1999. We moved to Texas with Rich’s job as a U. S. Border Patrol Agent where we lived for six years. Both of our boys were born in Texas. Nicholas Stephen Ross was born on March 24th, 2002 and Ian David Ross was born on November 2nd, 2004. Fifteen days after Ian was born we all moved back to Vermont following Rich’s job to the Canadian Border.

96: LaMonda's Christmas Eve

98: Good times @ the Lake!

100: 1974 & 75 LaMonda Reunions @ The Clarks | 1983 Reunion @ Carpenters Camp

103: Sue, Janet, who are the Winners ??? | The Flood of 1995 - Reunion @ the Lowell's. It rained, and it rained, and it rained! | The winners of ???

104: 2000 LaMonda Reunion @ the Cota's

105: 2005 LaMonda's Reunion @ Cota's Camp

106: 1984 -The start of "The Mother-Daughter Weekend" in Hampton Beach (the weekend after Labor day) started, because Sue had never seen the ocean. Shirley, Cindy, Phillip. and Sue stopped on their way to bringing Sue to college in Boston. The next year Shirley, Cindy, Linda and Lauren went. The next year was the beginning of all Mothers and Daughters going.

107: Shirley's surprise wedding shower | Shit Happens!

108: Hampton Beach was getting crowded with the Seafood Festival, and it was getting old! Aunt Alma suggested Ogunquit. We have been in Ogunquit since 2000! It has been a good fit.

109: Deanna's Surprise beach wedding shower | The next generation, and they are so darn cute!

110: Cindy & Tom started an annual family camping trip in 2011, 24 attended. In 2012, 32 people attended. In 2013, 55 people attended.

111: Generations | Together!

112: Four generations camping together!

113: The Outlaws! | If, it weren’t for the OUTLAWS (also known as the “back pagers”), the LaMondas wouldn’t have a next generation! Linda Dulude said: So, I think we deserve a little more credit than making the “back side” of a 24 x 12 signature board. No, we’re not too bitter Kevin Sylvester said: All the “front-pagers” are crazy! You’re all wanna-be “back pagers”! Don Lowell said: Chuck you, Farley! Take your horse and back off. Mark Guidotti said: Can’t we just come here and camp, and not have to write books?! Bob Rawlinitis said: Someone needed to come in and straighten this family out! Arnold Mercy said: The “front-pagers” were so lucky to be rescued by the “back-pagers”! Max Reinholdt said: Bottom line...we are all the same family! Joyce LaMonda said: I am so lucky to have married into a huge wacky family that welcomes all of us outsiders with open arms, figuratively and literally.

114: Sliding/Skating Party 1993

115: LaMonda 4 Generations | Mary, Shirley, Cindy, & Travis (Travis was the first Great Grandson of Wilfred and Mary) | Mary, Annette, Jeane, & Amy | Mary, Annette, Nancy, & Erica | Mary, Betty, Janet, & Kyle | Jesse, Wilfred, Shirley & Linda (Linda was the first Great Grand daughter and Grand daughter)!

117: Sisters and Brother

118: 1st Cousins!

120: The 3rd and 4th Cousins (Generations) growing up together!

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