My Gagne Ancestry

 

My 8th Great Grandfather, Louis Gagne. Page photographed courtesy of Ancestors Park historical archives
located near the Sainte-Famille Church, Île-d'Orléans, Quebec
 [1]

I like to say, "If you don't know how to pronounce Gagne, think champagne."

Not that it is pronounced "gain", but that is its essence. Think champagne means think French. But as you can see, there have been many variations of my ancestral surname. 

My mother was born Ruth Carrol Gagne. She told me such loving stories of her daddy, I have a bond with him through her. Sadly, he died before I was born. 

I felt compelled by a thirst for knowledge about him and learned all that I could from ancestry records about his parents and siblings. It was a discovery of the source of my resilience and creativity. My mother was the first most resourceful person in my life. 

Augustin and Minnie Gagne with their children in 1913, Sanford, Maine

Joseph Albert Gagne, my maternal grandfather, was born on Valentine's Day in 1905. No birth record found, but according to 1910 US Census, 5-year-old Albert Gagne lived with his parents, Augustin, 47, and Hermine ["Minnie"], 38, and siblings: Aldorilda ["Dora"] 16, Rosie 13, Florence 12, Cyrille 10, Edna, 8, and Alice, 4. His older brother, Joseph, drowned shortly before his sixteenth birthday in 1907, due to cramps in the cold deep water of the mill pond above Maine Alpaca Co. in Springvale. My grandfather -- Mom's Daddy was two years old when this loss gripped the family. Too young to remember, but certainly impressionable, and it was likely a grief that lingered. You can see it in their faces in 1913, when this family portrait was taken. These are the surviving children, out of twenty children born to Augustin and Minnie Gagne. 

I wonder if they spoke of Joseph. I wonder what little Albert knew and how he knew it. What did his siblings tell him, if anything? My mother did not talk about her parents when I was a kid. Their loss was too painful. The only reason I knew she had parents is that everyone does! But questions about them were discouraged with a soft, gentle whisper, a slight shake of the head, very early on, when kids start asking these questions, by older siblings who knew it made mommy cry. When I grew up and searched for details about them, it made me cry, too. 

Joseph Albert Gagne had two daughters, Gloria and Ruth (my mother). For this reason, I adopted my mother's maiden name as my pen name, as early as 1985, when I registered my first science fiction novel with the US Copyright Office (originally titled The Ills of Saardu, now known as The Genius of Saardu, a better reflection of a story that revolves around the first genius in the natural evolution of that planet). 

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From my research, I learned that Albert left Maine at the age of 19, next stop Fort Douglas, Salt Lake City, Utah. Apparently he joined the Army, though I could not find a military record. Only public records:

  1. Salt Lake City, Utah, 1925 Directory lists Albert Gagne as a Pet at Ft Douglas
  2. Sanford, Maine, 1925 Directory lists several of the Gagne family as workers at local mills and factories, and specifically says that Albert Gagne, shoeworker, moved to Salt Lake City, Utah
I learned from my mother's stories that her father adored her mother and doted on his daughters. He made furniture. He made a playhouse and little doll furniture. He repaired her shoes, she recalled vividly, her memory of watching him create new soles for her shoes. He made a wide poodle skirt for my mother -- they were a fashion favorite when she was a young girl. 

When I discovered this portrait of Sylvia Dorothy Tietjen, it was easy to imagine him falling in love with her, courting her, and ways they could have met. I wrote about this in my family love story, Albert Loved Sylvia, available from Amazon and other ebook retailers and libraries.
These family love stories were displayed at my mother's funeral, thanks to my baby sister, Suki Chan Morrey 

As you can see, my mother married a Chan. Her memories of him and of her parents and childhood are preserved in the above books, available in print and digital. I have written extensively about my wonderful, amazing Dad, my beloved Chinese stepfather, John Wang Leong Chan, affectionately called "Jon-Jon" by all who loved him as a local chef and restaurant owner in St. George, Utah. 

This is why my pen name is Carma Gagne Chan. And if you still don't know how to pronounce Gagne, don't worry about it. Just think champagne. Don't get hung up about it. It's my French-Canadian-American grandfather's name. I carry his legacy. ❤

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[1] More about Louis Gagne and Marie Michel, Quebec: https://fondationfrancoislamy.com/fr/maison-de-nos-aieux/locations
[2] Author: Carma Gagne Chan at Amazon and Books2Read

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fear. not.

 

A woman who wrote science fiction. Whudduhthunkit.
I'm not going to tell you how to live.

Nobody told me how to live. Nobody taught me.
How to live. Nobody in my little girl world knew.

They taught me how to fear. They taught me
how to get liked. How to survive so-called civilization.

Domestication. That's all. They want.ed.

Cook for me. 

Clean after my messinesses.

Bend over. No wow. That's all. They taught me
to fear death. But I

I rejected (all that silliness) that. Death
fascinated. 

Not like that. 
Not like that either. 

Rather, what comes after death. 
Fascinated me. What unknowable
something. 

Wow. How 
can you not
be intrigued?

What are the possibilities? What
are the endless opportunities as
a different life form? 

What's it like, the spiritual dimension?

Certainly not all white<
frothy<
robes and gold flip flops 
anyone? real
l.y.

Es
muy bueno. 

They taught me to fear the unknown.
Tried. Failed.

So I won't tell you how to live. Because
I don't own a copy of the one and only manual.

Nobody looks at the user manual anyway.
Well geeks do. I love geeks. 
We turn to the manual or the help key when we
get stuck. Or driven crazy by the madness of trying
to understand
technological so-called wonders and
blundering devices.

Nobody taught me how to live. Because
they weren't living. They were fearing. 

Live. Damn it. Live!

-a poem by herzenity herself on 25 july 2026, i was here



Whodathunkit.
Among other things...




i am fearless. powerful. i am here
i am an indie author. 
share this. i dare

to dream. i dare to
wander. i dare
to live in wonder.


picture books for big kidz n early readers

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Thank You
Thank You Very Much
!
carma. gagne. chan. 2023 tulum. mexico baby.

If you can't pronounce Gagne. Think champagne. 

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Saardu (free in July)
Zenya (ditto)
Sometimes known as Orenda
in some storybooks. Not a fairytale illuminary.
Just someone
who loves to make stuff up
bring it to weirdness
blow it up. boom. trash.
Pulp. Fiction.
Just a girl who love/d/s books and rocks
and trees and climbing and
wading and watching
good storytelling on TV
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Family Love Stories Promotion

 


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Fire Horse Power

 I celebrate the Lunar New Year, and who can resist the Year of the Fire Horse!? My favorite way to celebrate is to attend the parade in Chinatown. 

A young girl watching the parade smiles as a dancing dragon performs in front of her.
Los Angeles Chinatown 2019; photo by Carma G. Chan 



Another way that I celebrate is to create a coupon to give readers a free download to some of my books. This year's coupon code is VV9XD, valid February 16-22, 2026, exclusively at Smashwords. Just go to my Smashwords author page and see if the book you want is available for free with this coupon. 

Content you may like to add to your library or share to encourage a young reader:

🧧 Happy Year of the Fire Horse 🧧

Photo by Carma G. Chan at the 2019 Chinatown Parade

You're Welcome,    
        Carma G. Chan

 ❤ ANNOUNCEMENT ❤

The author known as Carma Gagne Chan will publish as Carma G. Chan 2026 forward. Watch for her next novel at this blogspot.

Smashwords Sale

 

All of my books are 100% off at Smashwords during the End of Year Sale, Dec 8 - Jan 1. Here is my author page listing all of the titles I have published there along with descriptions. Be sure to use the coupon code SW100 when checking out!

I giveaway my books to promote reading and in the hope that readers will write reviews. 

I do not pay a marketing company to post reviews. 

I do not ask friends or family to post reviews. 

I prefer organic, authentic reviews. Occasionally a reader takes the time to do that and when I discover it, it usually puts a smile on my face. 



Saardu Movie Script

The movie rights to Saardu are available. 

The original award-winning script is online. Click the link to explore: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FQLJHJ4P

Book Cover | SAARDU: The Original Award-Winning Script

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Art Gallery: Alexandre Nodopaka

The Crow by Alexandre Nodopaka

Before my friend Alex died last year, he entrusted me with the legacy of his artwork. He did not say those words exactly. He lived those words in my presence. 

Alex collaborated with me on his biography, a gallery in literary form, He gave me permission to continue to use his artwork in my publications, knowing that I am a kind and gentle soul, a teacher, a fellow artist and art lover, a nature lover, an explorer forever wandering and wondering. 

Alex and I were peas in a pod, birds of a feather...he was a mentor and a treasured friend whose gravitational influence in my tiny piece of Earth forever altered the trajectory of my soul. Simply put, I learned to appreciate Art through Alex's passion for it and his mind-blowing prolific creativity. 

He was many things. A Renaissance man, for sure. A mechanical engineer, photography virtuoso, digital magician, sculptor and poetic wordsmith. 

In the years before he died, he would forward me the links to his latest publication. Alex was a retired gentleman, husband, pet fish keeper and gardener, who created artwork daily. DAILY. He played with his food. He took a picture of it. He transformed the picture into a masterpiece. He submitted the artwork to magazines. He got published. Over and over and over and over again. The list of his publications is herehttps://alexandrenodopaka.blogspot.com/p/many-publications-have-featured.html

The above artwork by Alex was featured on the cover of Sunspot Literary Journal Volume 5 Issue #1, Sun Dog Creations, in April 2023. A free PDF of the issue can be downloaded by navigating to THE JOURNAL > Editions: 2023, scroll down to April, below the artwork is a DOWNLOAD button. 

Watching Alex grow old taught me how to survive, how to tolerate the effects of aging, how to enjoy life no matter what. 

It was only at the bitter end... when age robbed him of the ability to make art... 

...to be artistic...
to express innermost thoughts creatively, in ways that communicate
...
the otherworldly, 
the inexplicable experiences
... 
of fully alive minds
of very old
and most wise
Humans
.

That is when Alex died inside. It took his body about nine months to accept the fact that Elvis had left the building. Alex was done. 

Today, coming across the need to utilize his artwork to teach concepts in a children's picture book about artificial intelligence and internet safety, I got the itch to blog about Alex, share his artwork, and remind the world that there is a biography about him, and that encountering this artist's mind through his body of artwork is life-changing.