Characters in "The Book of Ebenezer Le Page"
- Ebenezer Le Page, tomato grower and fisherman
- Alfred Le Page, quarryman, Ebenezer's father, killed in the Boer War
- Charlotte Le Page, Ebenezer's mother, referred to throughout as "my mother"
- Tabitha Le Page ('La Tabby'), Ebenezer's sister
- Jean Batiste, Tabitha's husband, killed in World War I
- Jim Mahy, Ebenezer's childhood friend, killed in World War I
- Liza Queripel, the love of Ebenezer's life
- William Le Page ('Uncle Willie'), Alfred's brother
- Nathaniel Le Page ('Uncle Nat'), Ebenezer's mother's brother's uncle
- Charlotte Le Page, Ebenezer's maternal grandmother
- Henriette Le Page ('La Hetty'), Ebenezer's mother's sister
- Priscille Le Page ('La Prissy'), Ebenezer's mother's sister
- Harold Martel, builder, married Hetty
- Percy Martel, Harold's brother, monumental builder, married Prissy
- Raymond Martel, son of Hetty and Harold
- Horace Martel, eldest son of Percy and Prissy
- Cyril Martel, youngest son of Percy and Prissy, died age 5
- Christine Mahy, wife of Raymond (also cousin of Jim)
- Abel Martel, son of Raymond and Christine
- Gideon Martel, son of Christine, as a result of affair with Horace
- Neville Falla, young biker and artist who befriends Ebenezer in his old age
- Cousin Mary Ann, Ebenezer's third cousin (on both sides)
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