Inside the Vermont February-cold Land Girls bunkroom, in her hands Merry Joliat held a medieval book of hours. The words were primarily in Latin -- not readable with the "Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres" Latin that Merry remembered from High School.

It was the images that made this object the most beautiful thing she had ever held in her hands. Mysteriously, some texts were written in French, but the ornate way in which the letters were printed obscured their meaning. Outside, snow fell thickly; she pulled a blanket over her knees, remembered how Acadian French still spoken in her family home was ridiculed by classmates in her first year of High School French.

Underlying parochial school stories -- of the 17th Century French founding of the Acadian colony in the New World and of the subsequent Grand Derangement -- was a family legend. According to her Grandfather, long ago on a back route to Quebec, her family had escaped the sinking of entire ships carrying deported Acadian families and -- for those who survived -- the breaking of the Acadian heritage with deportation to so many locations that they would all never meet again.

In her mind, were the words Pete Lafitte had written: "I will look for you when the War is over".

And the words of a song that her Mother sang to her when she was a child:

"Maman les pītits bateaux
Qui vont sur l'eau
Ils font le tour du monde...
Mais comme la Terre est ronde
Ils reviennent chez eux"

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