VueTranseptÉgliseSaints-Martyrs-Canadiens, Québec, Québec, Canada
The parish was founded in 1928 and following the canonization of seven Jesuit martyrs by Pope Pie XI on June 29, 1930, it was decided to dedicate the parish to their honour. The church was built in 1929-1930. The project was realized even though there was, at that time, a world economic crisis. The plans were drawn by architect Héliodore Laberge, brother of Rev. Adolphe Laberge, parish priest of the time. On April 29, 1030, newspaper L'action catholique described the building as follows:
"A Romanesque church, 214 ft. (65.2 m) long by 77 ft. (23.5 m) wide at the nave and 114 ft. (34.7 m) at the transept and a height at 58 ft. (17.7 m) under the vault. There is no lateral gallery and can sit 1170 people. There is a ambulatory on each side of the nave. The interior is made of aeroctite (a mixture of brick and special cement). The church, built by Philippe Mathieu, was to be delivered by mid March 1930 at a cost of 191,000$."
The construction of the spires (that will never be built) and the completion of the interior of the church were postponed except for the chancel of which it was written: "with its byzantine decorations, this chancel is amongst the most beautiful churches in town." The church was blessed on September 14, 1930.
It is an uncluttered place of worship and the latine cross layout is very visible. The interior decoration was carried out only in 1951 according to plans prepared by Héliodore Laberge. These works were completed in December 1954. It seems that the completed interior is very similar to the one designed back in 1929. Under the copola, a fresco depicting Sts. Canadian Martyrs was covered with paint and replaced by a statue on a lateral altar.
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Musée National des Beaux-Arts, Pavillon Gérard-Morisset
Musée National des Beaux-Arts. La Cavalière
Fonts baptismaux de l'Église St-Dominique
Choeur de l'Église St-Dominique
Chaire de l'Église St-Dominique
Maître-Autel de l'Église St-Dominique
Quebec is the largest province in Canada and the only one with French as its official language. It takes its name from an Algonquin word meaning "narrows" where the St. Lawrence River cuts deeply through rock cliffs.
Quebec has strong nationalistic feelings about its identity within Canada and has almost seceded twice (in fact, Quebec has held two referendums in order to seperate but it was not THAT successful.. though in 1996 it was really close...). It recently (as of 2006) acquired symbolic status as a Quebecois nation within Canada.
Quebec was founded in 1763 when France signed Canada over to Britain; the ceremonial head of state is Queen Elizabeth II, and the country's government functions as a parliamentary democracy.
That being said, we are free to talk about poutine.
Poutine is an amazing gastronomic assault weapon invented by a truck driver in 1957. If the Abominable Snowman could be a food, it would be poutine. Poutine is the heavy artillery of the food domain.
Like the foundation to the house, the hull to the ship, like a Red Cross blood drive to Count Dracula, is poutine to Canadians.
Now let me stop here to tell you: this is not the only amazing food combination that a truck driver has come up with. In Pittsburgh there's a place called Primanti's that serves sandwiches with both french fries AND coleslaw piled on top. They're too big to pick up even with both hands. Legend has it that a trucker with no time to spare ordered a plate of food, mashed it all between two pieces of bread and took it on the road.
Well, poutine has a similarly glorious beginning except it's about sixteen million times better (and that's saying a lot).
A hungry truck driver came into Fernand LaChance's restaurant one day and ordered LaChance's special potatos and cheese curds combination. Then he asked for a side order of gravy and POURED IT RIGHT INTO THE BAG ON TOP OF THE FRIES!!!
The earth shook, stars fell from the sky and a few deep sea creatures stirred in the muck as he plunked down at a table, ripped the bag apart and ate the whole thing.
Thus poutine was born and it is here to stay, probably in your arteries somewhere next to the bacon. Empires may crumble and fall, mountains may wear down to dust, glaciers may creep across the face of the deserts but a Canadian's love for poutine will echo onward through the madness of space, for all time.
Text by Steve Smith.