We dedicate this to you

At 6:30 AM on a clear crisp Saturday morning in Northern Maine with highs of 35 degrees, Therese (TC) and I decided to set out on a mission. That mission had a lot of significance to both of us, and our drive and desire was strong. We had made the decision together the night before. As we packed up our things and headed out, we reflected on the week we had had and the emptiness we both felt. This would not change anything, but it would help. The day before, we had packed up the canoe, the motor, and all of our fishing gear and drove to Fort Kent where we stayed the night. We looked through all of our flies and picked a few that we wanted to take with us. We put them in a separate container and Therese kept them in her pocket.

As we left Fort Kent, we could not help but think of all the times we had driven up the road to Saint Francis and into the area where we were planning to fish. Many a time, I had made the trip with my fishing partner, and often we had caught a few fish. There were, however more times than not that we came home empty handed, but neither one of us complained.

As we passed the Narrow Gauge in between St Francis and Allagash, I could not help but look left and right. On the left at the top of the hill lived two classmates of mine and I had often told him that. On the right was the mighty St John River. This morning it did not look to mighty, no, it was lacking water and the flow it normally had. It looked as though it would be very easy to cross at virtually any point.

As we got to Chamberlains store, we made our left and worked our way up the dirt road. Just before the gate, we hung a left, and up the hill toward our destination we went. We traveled for about 6 miles until we came to the road on the right that would take us to our final stop. As we drove in, I noticed that it had grown in a bit since I fished there with him, but that did not deter us one bit. As we came to the end of the road, I pulled the pickup around and backed it up to the landing. The view of the pond was spectacular with the fog just lifting and the sun shining bright. Therese and I unpacked, loaded the canoe and shoved off into the depths of the water, destined for the center of the pond. We paddled a bit around the entire pond, throwing our lines out to test the waters to see if any fish would bite, but to no avail.

Then the time was here. What we had come to do was now calling us both. I paddled to the middle of the pond, Therese took out one of the flies she had brought from one of her dad’s containers and then lowered her hand into the water to release it. The fly sat on top of the water and slowly moved away from our boat. We watched as the light current moved it further and further away. We looked at each other and then I paddled to shore.

We had accomplished what we had set out to do. It didn’t make it any better, but it felt like for a moment, we were connected to him.

Our mission was complete. We had gone to one of the ponds that Rosaire had fished a fair amount, Third Wallagrass Lake. Therese had fished where her dad had gone many times before. We had taken one of his prize muddler minnow flies, absent the barb, that he always told me I could not tie like him, and Therese had released it on the water. For Therese and I that had symbolized our great respect for Rosaire and that we were thinking of him and will always miss him dearly.

Written by TC and I

Rest in Peace Rosaire

Rosaire Angelo Cyr. I recall the first time I met Rosaire. From the beginning, I could tell he was a very shrewd businessman, well versed in how to handle people and how to get the most out of them. Rosaire was very protective and proud of his family, and was not really impressed when a longhaired boy with a pickup truck came a calling on one of his daughters. For a long time, I knew that he was watching me and that his main objective was the protection of Therese. Well, time passed and he became more comfortable with me and his shields started to drop a bit. Remember, I said Rosaire, Annette was another matter. That was when I really began to see the real side of this gentleman. One of his passions was to spend time with his boys making sure they had all the training they needed to be self-sufficient in the woods with a gun and a fishing pole. Each and every one of them learned the value of an honest day’s work. He prided himself on the fact that all of his children made their mark in some way on the ski slope.  And later on, when I met people in the Mars Hill area, they remembered Rosaire and his children for how they came, skied and took home much of the hardware.

Now, Rosaire had another side to him that many of you never witnessed. He was very competitive. If you ever mentioned that you had done something well and really was looking for some acknowledgement, you were in for a big surprise. He had done it better. And he would advise you on what you needed to do to better yourself. I once asked his brothers, Joe and Phil if he was that competitive growing up and with little effort, they said yes. Let’s examine a few things that will show you what I mean.

I have to credit Rosaire for getting me interested in tying flies. He was very patient with me and often would take me down to his bench where he had all of his material spread out. I would sit next to him and he would describe certain techniques he learned and impressed upon me why his ways were the only and best ways of doing it. I would go home and practice and try to tie the fly he showed me. Once I had done so, I was feeling really good about the result and could not wait to show him. Inevitably, every time I did that, he would look at it, think for a minute, say yea but you should have done this. And I really remember the words he spoke often. He would say, but they are not as good as mine. Keep trying.

I remember once finding him a john boat that had been hit by a car, and most of us would just plain throw it away. I don’t think Rosaire ever threw anything away. See, he would just fix it and make it better. Well, a couple of months went by and one day, there it was, all fixed and ready for its maiden voyage. He was so proud of the job he did on it. That was many years ago and that boat is still in service at Black pond.

Now Rosaire had a few favorite sayings that I am sure you all have heard at least once. My favorite was, and he said it a lot to me for some reason “Are you sick in the head” Ah yes, that meant that you had done something wrong. The next one was, this country has gone to the birds. He was very passionate about our country and it really upset him to see it as he called it going downhill fast. He was also well versed on current events, be it locally, nationally and globally. And if you didn’t know what he was talking about he made it a point to let you know.   You could agree, or agree to disagree. Sometimes he would end the conversation by saying Mark my words! This is what’s going to happen. You also might remember another saying he made famous, “It has no sense.” He was not known for his expertise in grammar, but his saying did in fact make sense. Then there was, “what you say is true.”

Later on, he found that Fox TV was his best friend, and that the remote was our worst friend. Rosaire had found a television station that he called fair and balanced. Yes, Fox network was on constantly in his house. When you tried to change it, it somehow found its way back on. He was also a master at running the remote. He had those keys down to a science. He was very familiar with the mute key most though. He did not like commercials and every time one would come on, the remote came up and the mute button would go on. Now, I remember one time where he was being Rosaire, and we were around the TV and he had it blocked with FOX. I think there was a game on that we all wanted to watch and he just would not give up the remote. For some reason, he got up for a minute and I vaulted over and grabbed that thing and changed the channel. Then I hid it. He came back and saw what was on and looked all over for that remote. We told him that he must have taken it with him and so he continued to look. We all sat there with grins on our faces and the remote tucked safely underneath my leg. That night FOX took a back seat..

Now let’s take a look at some of his fishing accomplishments. I was very privileged to have tagged along on some of his fishing trips. One day, we were sitting around and decided to go fishing at McKlein Lake. I had just bought a brand new GMC Pickup. It was all shined up and I was really proud of it. Well, I had never been there before and really did not know what to expect. I learned very quickly that there was only one way in and it was not the best. See, the road was grown in a bit with spruce and fir trees, not the best thing for a new truck. I started in and could hear the trees doing a number on the side. I recall saying to Rosaire, I am not sure if I want to keep going. I also remember his response. What’s wrong with you, this is a truck and it is meant to go in the woods. We are going in. And yes, we did. When we got out, without any fish, that truck looked like someone had taken a tree and run it down the side. Rosaire, politely told me, rubbing compound can fix anything. Several years later, we went back there with Paul and at some point, Rosaire told me to stop on the dirt road going in. He said park here. I asked why and he said the trail to the pond is right here. I then asked him, why didn’t you tell me that there was a trail there the last time we were here, and he just smiled and said I wanted to see what that truck could do. During this particular day, I remember Paul taking one of the canoes on the side of the pond and Rosaire and I going in another. As I left the shore, I asked Rosaire where we should go. His response was, you are the captain, go wherever you feel like. I recall fishing that day and not catching one fish. As we came to shore, Rosaire piped up and said, if you want to know where the fish were, you should have asked me and I would have told you. Typical Rosaire.

Rosaire was a great friend of nature. You could see that from the feeders he kept full with bird seed. No matter what, that was a priority and one he enjoyed. He would often tell me what types of birds came to the feeder and I could see that he was really enjoying their visit. There was one time that I recall so vividly where Raymond, Rosaire and I decided that we would go fishing at Black Pond. We made the trip in, pulled out the john boat and off we went onto the pond. We didn’t have much luck that day as I recall, but not that far away from us, was a mother moose with her two calves. It was clear that the intent was twofold. One was to cross the pond and the other was to give her calves their first swimming lesson. It began with mom jumping in the water and encouraging them to follow. One had a little bit more guts and did finally join the mother. The other was not too sure and stayed on the bank, from time to time dipping its hoof into the water, but pulling back. Then all of a sudden the calf waded in and it was so comical to see its front hoofs doing the dog paddle. They both were splashing for dear life. I watched Rosaire take it all in with a grin on his face and I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying it. Then off they went with the mother leading and the two calves not far behind. They then made their way up the bank and disappeared into the cover. Rosaire told me later that that was one of the highlights of his being in the woods and from time to time, he would bring it up.                                                                                                                 

On another note, I would like to add that just recently Rosaire and Annette celebrated their 64^th wedding anniversary. They have so much history together but the one thing that stands out for TC was how deep his faith was and that prayer was always a part of his life along with Annette. As TC would say, prayer helps to keep us strong, and to stay focused on the things that really matter. We all want peace and balance in our lives and prayer can help guide us in that direction.

I have been fortunate to be accepted into this family and equally as fortunate to have been able to learn and spend time with Rosaire. I will be forever indebted to him for all he did for me and will never forget his smirks and the fact that I was always welcome in his home. Rosaire, I know you can hear me and I want to thank you for letting me be one of your “outlaws”, like you always called us in-laws. I know that the gates of heaven are awaiting you and God is calling you home now, so go in peace and watch over us all from above.  You have earned it. Just one final sendoff that TC would like to dedicate to you.  It is a quote from a Native American proverb.

“When you were born,

you cried and the world rejoiced.

Live your life in such a way so that when you die,

The world cries and you rejoice.”

Dad, I know you are now rejoicing and I also know that your response would be, “what you say is true.”