Yohanne Goddard was my mother. She was a woman who brought a creative streak to everything she touched. She wrote poetry, made collages, cooked according to her inspirations, knitted, embroidered and sewed. She designed original quilts and social art projects with local children. All her clothes were handmade.

Her home, the little pink house, was a reflection of her, bringing joy and wonder to the people who met her.

Yohanne Goddard

Human body, Plant, Painting, Art, Paint
Brown, Wood, Font

A Gaspesian by adoption, she moved here to build a new life with her 7-year-old daughter, and that little girl was me. She made this nest on the Baie des Capucins coast, and one work of art at a time, wove colorful memories into La petite maison rose. Thanks to her, and to the people of the village, I have a place to belong, a home.

Material property, Publication, Font, Wood, Handwriting

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