Royal Victoria Hospital (RVH) and McGill University,
As I said earlier, I was born and raised in Montreal. And the reason this sketch here, depicting where I was actually born, is so important to me is because, first of all, my mother gave birth to me at the Royal Victoria Hospital. When she was in the hospital... - she had not have the opportunity in Italy to attend high school or University - she could see McGill University below: these are the Roddik Gates of McGill. And her dream, when I was born, was that I could attend university. This is very meaningful for me. You know, she left her mum, her parents, everybody… to live in a new land. You could see the mountain here, the mountain with the little cross that Paul de Chomedey erected in 1642, because he was thanking the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary for the floods that had occurred and had subsided. And the Mountain is just beautiful in its magnificence with all the fir trees…
What I wanted to say in relation to this is that I gave birth to my daughter at the same hospital, and when I was giving birth, I was not at the front to see McGill University. I was in the back of the hospital, and that’s where I saw the cross which gave me great strength, as I was giving birth to my beautiful daughter, A..... This is really the heart of Montreal. It’s a sunny day, because it was August. That’s when I was born.
AC: “Wonderful, my granddaughter was born there, and you know she was the last baby born there, because they closed the obstetrics.”
MI: “Yes, that’s correct, it’s now closed.”
AC: “I can identify that, because my granddaughter Scarlet says ‘Nonna, I was born in a castle, I’m a princess.’” “Because RVH is shaped like a castle, right?”
MI: “Yes, correct. I couldn’t depict it because I’m not really that….”
AC: “It’s beautiful!”
MI: “But you are correct, it is like a castle! And you are a princess.” So, my mother was there, and I was her dream and we realized the dream and then a couple of generations later, my daughter moved back to Europe.
AC: “Oh, how about that? Beautiful. I love that!”
MI: “Thank you!”
You know, Marlene – when you were talking about your projects – I am an official Newfoundlander, because I went to the Screech and I kissed the cod. But I was fascinated by what you said about all the different memory maps and time capsules, and I just wanted to point out that with the three hundred and fiftieth anniversary of Montreal, there was a time capsule with, I think, twelve thousand children, who wrote scripts and images and they are buried somewhere here on Mount Royal, to be uncovered and read in 2042, I believe.
Maria Luisa, 65, Quebec