Something is lurking in the St-Lawrence

Toward the end of WWII aunt Alice Young was working at a dining room at The Bic a few miles from Rimouski, Quebec. On that particular morning she noticed something unusual in the St-Lawrence river. At first she thought it was a big fish but looking closely it was something else, nothing that was familiar to this young lady who left home with her thirteen siblings left behind. She was one of the eldest of the family. So she had to go to work to help the family.

Setting tables before the guest woke up for their breakfast was her daily routine. Her two sons related the same incredible story to me so it must be true. The odd object in the cold water of the river was a German submarine. Towards the end of the war Germany was out of fuel. The sub was stranded in the St-Lawrence seaway. In the early morning the submarine would surface without any light to keep from being detected but this young lady was a witness and couln't keep it a secret so she alerted her employer who alerted the authorities. The submarine was intercepted by the Canadian Army. It appears that the reason the ship was behaving as such was because the people on board were hungry as they ran out for rations and were sneaking at the cover of darkness to go to neighbouring farms to steel eggs and whatever else they could find to eat or clothing to move undetected dressed as civilians. 

They were busted by this sharp teenager with a keen eye. Years later aunt Alice is working at her restaurant in St-Jerome Que. a man walked in with a German accent. His name was Shultz she learned. Commandant Shultz. Apparently this Commandant was the same one who was aboard the submarine a few year prior. Alice and Mr. Shultz became friends for years to come. When my cousins were narrating this amazing tale I was in awe. This was the first time I had heard anything about a member of my family having any close encounter with anything to do with WWII. Wait a minute not so true. My mother use to tell me when I was a child about her cousin Adrian who was like her big brother as they were both adopted by their uncle Polydore and aunt Maggie from Eel River Crossings N.B. Adrian was around twenty years old when he was drafted to go abroad to fight for the Canadian Army but he chose to go hide in the Yukon until the end of the was. Adrian while he was on the run from the authorities contracted tuberculosis and died. Later on my mother was sick with tuberculosis  but after about eight months in the hospital came back home.