#Guillot
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detournementsmineurs · 4 days ago
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"Lait Pur de la Vingeanne Stérilisé" lithographie de Théophile Alexandre Steinlen (1894) au-dessus d'une "Boîte Chocolat Klaus" d'après Leonetto Cappiello (circa 1905) et d'"Eventails Publicitaires" anonymes (circa 1905) à l'exposition “L'Art est dans la Rue” du Musée d'Orsay à Paris, juin 2025.
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twistingtreeancestry · 2 years ago
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Day of Commemoration for the Acadian Expulsion
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Pictured above is my 3rd great-uncle Ovillier Guillot and his family. He is the 4th great-grandson of Jean Baptiste Guillot.
Today is the Day of Commemoration for the Acadian Expulsion.
While I have quite a few direct ancestors who lived in Nova Scotia and ended up in France at the time of the expulsion, there's only one family unit that I have been able to confirm was expelled.
That was the family of my 8th great-grandfather Jean Baptiste Guillot, born in Acadia in 1720 with his body given to the Atlantic Ocean in 1758. His family was expelled from Cobequid, Acadia, Nova Scotia to France during the brutal "Great Expulsion" by the British, who wanted to squelch any potential threats from the Acadians and the Mi'kmaq during the French and Indian War.
His son (my 7th great-grandfather) Charles Olivier Miquel Guillot was only 13 in 1758 when they had to take the long, arduous 75-day journey to France. His father Jean, along with 4 of his brothers, never made it off of the ship.
Charles grew up in France where he married and had 3 children of his own. They left France in 1785 to board one of the seven ships paid for by Spain, Le Saint-Rémi, to take them to Lafourche Parish, Louisiana.
Many members of the Wabanaki Confederacy (I believe predominately it was the Mi'kmaq militia), in addition to other affiliated Indigenous tribes and Acadians, who rallied a resistance were slaughtered or expelled. They refused to swear loyalty to the British crown and surrender to British colonists, refused to convert from Catholicism to Protestantism, and refused to allow themselves to be displaced without a fight. Numerous battles took place to stop the deportation with wins and losses across the board.
While no one has one lineage, I was raised as a proud Cajun despite having often felt ashamed of being Cajun for various reasons (like my accent). I even tried my hardest over twelve years to banish anything that could link me to my roots, not knowing the history behind a part of my ethnicity and culture.
Digging into my ancestry has been a wild ride, and there were many things found within my lineages that were not honorable in any way, but this chunk of my history? This has made me proud to be Cajun again.
I wish I had respected it more when I was still able to be immersed in it. I wish I had asked my pawpaw to tell me more stories. I wish I had kept up with Cajun French (AKA Louisiana French). I wish I hadn't let my cultural heritage fall through my fingers.
Many blessings to those who fought and lost their lives against the British colonists in an attempt to secure the freedom of not only themselves but of future generations to come.
[Disclaimer: I am still only beginning to educate myself about this event and am utilizing my current understanding of how events unfolded and who was involved. I apologize in advance for any misconceptions or misinformation regarding the historical accuracy of my comments.]
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webzineculturemarche · 2 years ago
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Grand Prix de la Voie Sacrée 2023 : Florian Letourneau vainqueur
Le Grand Prix de la Voie Sacrée 2023 a réuni le samedi 11 novembre des marcheurs renommés qui ont dû braver la distance et le mauvais temps. C’est le marcheur de l’Ac château-Thierry, Florian Letourneau, vainqueur entres autres, du dernier Paris-Alsace, qui s’est imposé sur l’épreuve phare. Florian Letourneau s’est imposé devant Laura de Bontin et Christophe Erard, son dauphin sur le Paris…
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hagovpyv · 2 years ago
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Guillermo moreno lee al puto perón moreno swolio papa swolio
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cosechadehuellas · 5 months ago
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Le Caire Bernard Guillot
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eternal--returned · 10 months ago
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Alphonse Mucha ֍ F. Guillot Pelletier-Orleans Calendar (1897)
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disease · 2 years ago
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“CIGARETTE ADVERTISING” LAURE ALBIN-GUILLOT // 1930s [gelatin silver print | 11 3/4 × 9 1/2"]
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toiich · 9 months ago
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‘Étude de fleurs’, Laure Albin Guillot, 1930
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detournementsmineurs · 1 year ago
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Avant-première animée par Antoine Guillot pour France Culture en présence du réalisateur Bertrand Bonello autour de “La Bête” - librement inspiré du roman court éponyme d'Henry James (1903) - janvier 2024.
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aitan · 1 year ago
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Laure Albin-Guillot, Nude, 1927
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letterboxd-loggd · 8 months ago
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The Second Act (Le Deuxième Acte) (2024) Quentin Dupieux
November 17th 2024
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contremineur · 2 years ago
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Laure Albin-Guillot, Orchidées (1927)
from here
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approximateknowledge · 1 year ago
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so the new chainsawman chapter has this guy in it
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fuckign guillotine devil, nbd
but it reminded me of something/someone else from a different but equally funny-gorey manga
that thang looks like store from dorohedoro
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fellow fucked up bird-faced monstrosity that doesn't really talk and would very happily chope you to pieces
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cosechadehuellas · 10 months ago
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En un desconocido manuscrito de T. S. Elliot
(que no existe) está tu retrato (que existe).
Observo un blanco aleteo sobre el río, la salida
del sol, la niebla, y otros accesorios de la naturaleza.
Esta breve alegría encerrada en los detalles
conquistó los últimos bastiones de la conciencia.
¿Sabes? me duele el corazón (que existe), fragmento
de canto de amor, fragmento de canto de muerte.
- Tomasz Majeran, antologado en Poesía a Contragolpe. Antología de poesía polaca contemporánea. Selección y traducción de Abel Murcia, Gerardo Beltrán y Xavier Farré.
- Bernard Guillot
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mackerelsoup-fr · 5 months ago
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Mogge looked on indolently as Guillot poured two generous glasses of wine and picked up one with his large paw.
“Oh darling,” he purred, taking the glass from Guillot, “you really shouldn’t have.”
Guillot sat up straighter and looked away from Mogge, brows lowered. Mogge got the feeling that heat was rising to the older dragon’s face. Ever since he had followed Guillot back to his room all those months ago when they had celebrated the death of the tyrant Queen Elaria, he had been waited on the marshall hand and foot. And yet he still remained near tongue-tied whenever he was alone with Mogge.
Not so with the Paddingknoll.
Mogge had witnessed his fits of raged ranting that had left the other council members in implicit agreement that the marshall had slipped, and was no longer good for anything that wasn’t the use of force. Mogge knew it chafed at Guillot, to have anything he said discredited by a subtly sly comment from Simonnet that would make the others have to look away to stifle their snickers.
He often wondered idly about how Guillot would feel, knowing that he was bedding his enemy at the same time as the Ridgeback, but often found it near impossible to care about such a thing. After all, he hadn’t found out, and if it remained that way, Mogge saw no reason to get hung up on moral quandaries.
Guillot was furtively stealing glances at him, and fidgeting. Mogge took a long sip of his glass, then lowered his lashes.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “you’ve been working for far too long, you need to relax. You seem so tense.”
Guillot looked at him, and Mogge had the distinct impression of a dog who had heard the word “walk”.
Slowly, he put his glass down and rose from his chair sauntering over to Guillot’s own. Even the movement seemed to relax the dragon, and he began sinking slightly in his cushy seat, eyes fluttering closed.
Mogge rubbed masseuse oil over his hands, a bottle conveniently placed on the tray that had held their glasses and the wine. Mogge suspected Guillot had been hoping for something like this, and he was happy to please.
He began slowly working his paws over Guillot’s shoulders, and meticulously worked at the knots he felt beneath them.
The meetings that had left such tension in Guillot’s shoulders had of course included Mogge, though no one was surprised that he didn’t listen or contribute. Truthfully he didn’t care what was decided in the meeting, and he knew that the other council members, Guillot and Simonnet included, thought of him as a foppish dragon with no brains to speak of. He was perfectly happy to accept that description.
It meant that no one would wonder what he had been up to during and before the war that had killed Elaria.
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lucaf2019 · 10 months ago
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Léa e Manuel Guillot sul set del film "Le Deuxième Acte", 2024
Thanks to Manuel Guillot (Instagram)
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