There are many people in the family tree I’d love to
meet and visit with, but one stands out among the rest. She isn’t even in my direct line. She is my husband’s great-great grandmother. She lived through so much and I have always
been drawn to her.
Julia Talbot was born 11 August 1847 in Henryville,
Quebec, Canada. She was the oldest child
of Gedeon and Flavie (Provost) Talbot.
When Julia was around ten years old, the Talbot family moved to Kankakee
County, Illinois. Many French Canadians
were moving to the area at that time. On
the 28th of October 1866 Julia married Marcel Balthazor, also a
French Canadian transplant to Kankakee County.
Julia was a petite woman, like her mother, but she
didn’t let her size hold her back. Julia
was a strong woman. She gave birth to
fourteen children over the course of 25 years.
Marcel and Julia moved from Kankakee County in 1870, settling in
Washington County, Kansas between the towns of Clifton and Clyde. They owned quite a bit of land, including a
half section in her name (not common back in those days). Reading the agricultural census gives us
insight into the work Julia did around the homestead. In the year 1884, she made 500 pounds of
butter.
(The Marcel Balthazor family, circa 1887. From L to R: Mary, Marcel with Philip on his lap, Georgianna standing in back - she died at 27 after childbirth - Nels, Julia holding baby Rosie and Eli. Julia would have two more children after this. Annie would survive and Celia would be killed in a horrible accident at the age of 4).
(Marcel and Julia in their later years)
Julia had a strength of spirit that amazes me. Of the fourteen children she brought into the
world, seven of them died as infants or toddlers, including five of the first
six she had. The hope she had to have
as she brought another child into the world, hoping it would be healthy and she
would get to raise it to an adult, and the devastation of having to bury another
child. Family legend tells us that one
of the babies was born while Marcel was gone driving a freight wagon into
Nebraska. She had the baby on her own,
the baby died and she took care of the burial, all alone. Five
of the first six. I don’t think I could
have gone on. But she did and had eight
more babies. She had her last daughter
when she was forty-four years old. It
took years to find the births of each of the children and their names. I have searched for fifteen years for the
locations her babies are buried and have only found one of the seven that
died. Nothing in church records, nothing
in newspapers, no family Bible to look to.
I want to ask Julia where her babies lie, so that they can be remembered. I want to ask her how she survived the loss
of those babies. And most of all, I want
her to know how much I admire her incredible strength and fortitude.


I would guess her babies are buried on the family farm. Does the farm still exist? Some of my ancestors are buried where a school now stands. Supposedly SOME bodies were removed before construction but those with unmarked graves were left behind. Yes, Julia had to be a tough one to endure so many losses.
ReplyDeleteThe farm land is still there, but all of the buildings are gone. I took witching rods out there and found no evidence and no one in the family remembers graves out there. There are several unmarked graves nesr Marcel and Julia in the plot they rest in, but nothing in the records identifies who they are.
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