She was raised in a family of extensive wealth (Her father was a merchant) and then became married to Hubalde Raymond Daigle, who had cornered the market on transporting potatoes out of town and was on his own very wealthy. Hubalde died from the flu that traveled the world between 1918-1920 and Grandma then married a co-worker named John Gagnon. It turns out that they were related, but 4-5 generations back. By the time of the Great Depression they built on their riches and amassed a great fortune, to pass on the 2 children and beyond. One day, Grandma went to the bank to withdraw a small sum of money, and was told not only was she not able to withdraw anything, but that all the money was gone! They were now pennyless. They had to do all sorts of odd jobs to make ends meet, as both had lost their jobs also. John Gagnon died of a heart attack while walking down the sidewalk and now grandma was faced with raising two children on her own. She became a life insurance saleslady and did quite well at it. She never remarried. When her son Clif died in 1955 she moved to Los Gatos, California, to be near her 8 grandkids and help where she could raising them. She also would be close to her daughter Pris. She spoke fluid French and shared various French quotations with her grandchildren, which were cherished as time went on... She loved her afternoon tea and many a day was spent with her grandchildren, visiting and sharing, and when they left, you could be sure you always got a pocket full of "black licorice buttons" as a snack on the way home. She always had a very ornate Daigle coat of arms hung on the wall and it was fun to ask all sorts of questions about it. As children, we were always perplexed, as she went by the name Grandma Gagnon. It was not appropriate in those times to ask about why she went by that name so we never asked. She was a gentle loving soul, but if you stepped out of line all it took was that one look from her and things were back in order again. One in a million....