Grandpa Bucklin Played Basketball

Basketball players in Elton, Louisiana, in 1925 include my grandfather Fred Bucklin and his twin brother Clarence.

I don’t know what to write about these photos.  I just like them a lot.  I didn’t realize that I was repeating a recent theme until I was well into editing these photos.  It was just this month that I wrote about my Landry grandfather playing a sport and now I’m talking about my Bucklin grandfather doing the same thing.  Well, not quite the same.  Pee Paw Landry was a baseball player and Grandpa Bucklin played basketball.  While Pee Paw was a semi-professional baseball player, I don’t know how serious of a player Grandpa was.  I just have a few photos of him playing basketball and don’t remember any stories about his early years of playing the game.

But who cares how serious of a player he was?  Look at this photo!  It’s an action shot from almost 100 years ago.  That’s pretty cool.  I may have edited this photo a little, but I promise you that I did not add the basketball to the the photo.  That would have been just wrong!  It doesn’t even look like the ball is going to make the basket, but that’s not important either.  It’s an action photo of my grandfather as a young man playing basketball with his brother and their friends.  I think it might even be my grandfather who is shooting the ball.  It’s a photo taken by his sister Edna (I think), so she would be focusing on getting photos of her brothers in action.

Player 1, Player 2, Fred Bucklin, Burr Dell Scott, Clarence Bucklin, Player 6 in Elton, Louisiana, in 1925. (Enhanced photo)

My grandfather’s name was Fred D. Bucklin.  He and his identical twin brother Clarence were born on October 2, 1907, in Roanoke, Louisiana.  The family lived in Prairie Grove, Arkansas, a few years and then moved back to Jefferson Davis Parish in Louisiana.  They settled in the Hathaway area.  Fred and Clarence with to school in Elton where they graduated from high school in 1926.

I had two different dates on these photos, though it looks like they could have been taken the same day.  I’m thinking that the 1925 date is probably correct, because it looks like it could be a school basketball team.  Yet schools in Louisiana weren’t integrated until much later, so I question that assumption.  It could be a few years later at some other city team or such.

I need to mention some other family connections in this photo.  The guy standing between the twins is Burr Dell Scott.  Clarence would marry Myrtle Moon in 1928.  Fred would marry his own Myrtle – Myrtle Phenice – in 1930.  She was my grandmother.  Myrtle Moon Bucklin died in 1937.  She and Clarence did not have any children.  Burr Dell married Sadie Manuel around 1942.  They had three children together and then Burr Dell died in 1958.  Then Clarence and Sadie got married around 1960, and they had Carla a few years later.  (Thanks, Carla, for providing these great photos for me to use!)  The interesting thing about that is that Burr Dell was a third cousin of my grandmother Myrtle through her English Horsnell line.

So there you have it.  If you didn’t enjoy the family history tidbit, I hope you enjoyed the photos.  If you didn’t like the photos, maybe I can help out a bit by showing you a colorized version of it.  Here you go:

Colorized version of the old basketball photo.

There.  Everyone should be satisfied now.

Betty Lou’s Birthday 1978

Betty Lou Bucklin Landry playing the guitar at 758 Lucy Street in Jennings, Louisiana, on May 20, 1978.

Today is my mom’s birthday.  She would have turned 88 today if she were still alive.  Happy birthday, Mama!  I figured that I couldn’t let that event go unwritten since her birthday fell on a Thursday this year.  My Throwback Thursday had to be about her birthday.  What else would I write about?  Since my grand nephew Henry was born on the same day of the month, I will send out a “Happy Birthday, Henry!” as well. 

But May 20th was always about remembering my mom, who was born Betty Lou Bucklin in 1933.  So when I thought about posting a photo about her birthday, I thought about the photos I took on her birthday in 1978.  It was a Saturday in Jennings, Louisiana, and the family was focused on Mama.  My sisters Jamie and Karen and I were making a birthday cake for her.  At least I think I helped.  The photos only show Karen and Jamie working on the cake.  I was capturing the event on my camera for posterity.  I knew that someday I would want to post these photos on a blog about my family!

Jamie and Karen decorating mom’s birthday cake.

Baking her birthday cake was not the first time we cooked something together, nor probably the last.  It seems like sometimes, though, it never really worked out right.  An ingredient would get left out because one of us thought the other added it.  Or someone mistook tsp (teaspoon) for Tsp (tablespoon) on a recipe and put way too much salt in the spaghetti sauce.  I don’t remember that being the case with this cake, so it probably tasted as good as it looks.  Not only that, I would have written about that in my journal. 

Mom looking happy with the corsage that Daddy got her for her 45th birthday.

But I did write a few things about that day, so I’ll share them.  It goes something like this:  “Saturday May 20, 1978 – Mamma’s 45th Birthday.  Jamie and Karen made a pretty cake for Moma and took some pictures of it.  I took some of her playing guitar and singing.  Daddy bought her a corsage and put it right under the air conditioner.  Mamma walked in and fooled with the air conditioner and didn’t see it.  Then Dady gave it to her.  Mamma then let me take a picture of her.  It’s terrible.  On the way to Shakey’s I took pictures of a barn.  When we were on our first break, Coco came in.  Daddy was the first (guy) to ever kiss her, and when he did, he said, ‘You can tell you’ve never been kissed before,’ and she was embarrassed.  She is very nice.  I liked her. I talked to her and Aunt Germaine all night…We ate the cake after we finished.  It was good.”

How is that for a remembrance of my mom’s birthday?!  Talking about some other girl that he kissed in his youth!  I thought it was a funny story then, and I find it humorous now as well.  You can also see that it was Karen and Jamie who made the cake.  I was just the documentarian.  I also find it odd that I write my mom’s name a variety of ways and I misspelled Daddy.  What’s up with that?  My grandmother Myrtle would definitely not approve!  I must have written the journal entry a few days after the fact, because I wouldn’t have known the results of the photo that I took that day until after I got the film developed.  The photos are actually scans of slides.  That’s why there is a rainbow effect in the upper corners. 

I really like the top two photos.  They show the way the house was decorated in the late 70s.  Two of mom’s paintings are hanging prominently on the wall behind her.  She is sitting with two “furries” on the couch.  A “furry” was a blanket that she made out of faux fur material.  She made lots of them.  All of her children and children-in-law have at least one.  They are nice and cozy on a cold day.  Also note the macrame hanger in the corner.  In the photo of Karen and Jamie you get to see the kitchen decor, including the vomit bowl in the background.  (No description necessary.)  I think the canisters were painted by my mom as well.  Those must have been done in her tole painting phase.  Tole painting is a folk art of decorative painting of wooden utensils, objects, and furniture.  We all have pieces of those items as well.

So there you have it – a trip back to 1978.  Actually I’ve had a few trips lately back to 1978.  Last week I shared a selfie I took, and last month I shared a photo of Karen.  Back in December I shared a photo of my three sisters from that year, too.  It wasn’t intentional.  You just never know what year this time machine will bring us back to from week to week.  Thanks for coming along on the ride.

Bucklin Birthday Boys in 1982

Bucklin gathering in 1981 in Welsh, Louisiana.

Usually I try to share information when I write my weekly posts.   When I find some interesting information about different lines of the family, I’ll write up a story to share some of those discoveries.  This week is a little different.  I’m looking for information.  Mainly I’m looking for the names of the people in this photograph. 

I know a few of them.  I should!  They’re my maternal grandparents Fred and Myrtle Bucklin.  I also know that my grandfather Fred’s identical twin brother Clarence is in the photo. (Wrong!  I was corrected.  The Bucklin brother on the right is Fred & Clarence’s older brother Ralph.)  I think this is a family gathering to celebrate their birthday around 1982 (Cousin Carol informed me it was 1981).  I’m not even sure about that fact.  I’m not even going to guess whose house it was in. 

I suppose I’m actually looking for more information than I initially stated.  I want the where, when, and why as well.  I also want to know what the story is behind the wooden ducks that the boys are holding.  I know that my grandfather Fred had a hobby of carving and painting wooden duck decoys and wall hangings.  Maybe it was something both of them enjoyed and they were having a contest to see whose was the best! 

So what I know for sure is that in the center of the photo is my grandfather Fred D. Bucklin who was born Oct. 2, 1907, in Roanoke, Louisiana.  He was either the 7th or 8th child (Which twin was born first?  Add that to the list of things I want to know!) of Louis and Addie Hine Bucklin.  He died January 9, 1984.  To the right of Fred is (not) his twin Clarence.  As you may have guessed, he was born on the same day as Fred.  He died November 27, 1985.  My estimate of the date of the photo was based on the dates of their deaths.  Grandpa looks like the oldest I remember seeing him.  The photo probably wasn’t taken much earlier than this date.

Directly behind my grandfather is my freshman year of high school algebra teacher Mrs. Bruchhaus.  Her real name is Shirley Petree Bruchhaus.  She was married to my mom’s first cousin Laurence Bruchhaus (1936-2011) of Elton.  I’m pretty sure that is him directly behind her to the right.  The only other person I’m sure about is my grandmother who is standing  up on the far left.  She was Myrtle Sylvia Phenice before she married Fred in 1930.

Numbered photo to help with identification.

So to keep all the names straight, I’m posting this photo with numbers for everyone.  I started with Grandpa and Grandma as #1 and 2.  (Ralph) is 3, Shirley is 4, and Laurence is 5.  Hopefully all of the numbers will be associated with a name rather soon.  So if you are reading this when I first posted it, there won’t be any other names revealed.  But if you are reading it later – like after a few days, years, decades, or centuries – there should be an update with names.

Thanks in advance to everyone who is able and willing to help.

 


May 8, 2021 Update

Success!  My second cousin Carol had most of the answers about this event.  It was held at her mother Helen Bucklin Taylor’s home in Welsh, Louisiana.  Helen was the daughter of Fred’s older brother Ralph.  It was on the occasion of Fred and Clarence’s 74th birthday in 1981.  I’m not going to change the title to keep links working.  I will tell you who all the identified people are and their relation to my grandfather Fred.

#1 was already identified as Fred D. Bucklin himself.  #2 is his wife Myrtle.  #3 is not his identical twin brother Clarence after all!!  You can not be more surprised than I am.  I spend a lot of time looking at old photos and trying to identify people.  There was an older photo of Ralph that was identified as Fred, but I’m pretty sure they were wrong.  The Bucklin brothers bore strong resemblances to each other.  I am now questioning my powers of deduction.  #3 is Shirley Petree Bruchhaus.  She was married to #5 Laurence Bruchhaus.  Laurence was the son of Fred’s sister Ruth.  #6 is Helen Bucklin Taylor, daughter of Fred’s brother Ralph.  #7 is Fred’s sister Ruth Bucklin Bruchhaus.  #8 is is Julia Fraser, daughter of #9 Carol Taylor Fraser (daughter of #6). #10 is Lottie Mae Fraser is Carol’s mother-in-law.  #11 is Lauren Bruchhaus, daughter of #3 Shirley & #5 Laurence.  #12 is Kent Taylor, oldest child of Ronnie Taylor and grandson of #6 Helen.  #13 is William Charles Bruchhaus, better known as Buddha, wife of #7 Ruth.  #14 is Frank Keys, husband of Fred’s sister Edna Bucklin Keys.  #15 is Fred’s brother Herbert Bucklin.  #16 is Fred’s sister Edna Bucklin Keys.  #17 is Dora Koll Bucklin, wife of #15 Herbert.  #18 is Pat Peterson Bruchhaus, wife of #19 Harley Bruchhaus, son of #7. #20 is David A. Fraser, husband of #9 Carol.  #21 is Rev. William Fraser father of #20.  #22 is Norma Walker Taylor, wife of #23 Ronnie Taylor.  He is the son of #6 Helen. #24 Stuart Taylor and #25 Laura Taylor are the children of #23 Ronnie and the grandchildren of #6 Helen.

Thanks to cousins Carol Fraser and Kurt Bruchhaus for providing the names.  We’ve still got one more to go!

 

Mom’s Memories P. 18 AKA Playing the Piano

I thought it was time to shine the spotlight on my mom again.  So I went to her little handy dandy memory book that she kept in her later years.  I decided on the topic of playing the piano because I always think of my mom as a piano player.  I also somewhat recently edited a photo of her playing the piano.  At least I think she is playing the piano in the photo.  Either way, it’s a photo that I like of her that is ready for sharing.

P. 18 of Mom’s Memories

As you can see here on page 18 of Mom’s Memories, she first began taking lessons from a Mrs. Leech in Jennings when she was in the 3rd or 4th grade.  That would be around 1942.  She says that that is when she learned hand positions and fingering.  She said that later she took from Henry Gillet in Welsh.  She learned to play Beethoven’s 5th Symphony and she was one of the top three in the class.  I remember her talking about her piano playing.  She said that her instructors encouraged her to continue with her playing and to take it seriously because she could really put her feelings into a piece of music, which many people can’t do.

Betty Lou Bucklin Landry circa 1964. Edited photo.

My mom continued playing piano and when she went to school at McNeese College, she majored in music.  I don’t know if she took piano classes or not.  I always assumed that she was more interested in her baritone playing.  But mainly she got more seriously involved with fellow baritone player Bob Landry.  She left college and pursued a family instead.  She continued to play the piano when we were kids.  We thoroughly enjoyed when she played and sang “Boop Boop Did’m Dad’m.”  I wish I had a recording of her performing that song.  It was such a playful rendition.  I’m pretty sure my siblings and probably some of my nieces and nephews have started humming that song as they read about it!  It’s a catchy little tune!

She was also the piano player for our family band during the 70s and 80s.  Our most notable gig was playing as the Landry Family Band at Shakey’s Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles from 1976 to 1981.  She mainly played chord piano as accompaniment for whoever was singing the song.  I think she picked that up from her mother (Myrtle Phencie Bucklin) and maternal grandmother (Daisy Keys Phenice).  They would do the same thing for family get togethers in the more distant past.

Aug. 2015 at Brookdale Assisted Living in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

My mom continued to play the piano for the rest of her life.  She would play almost every day.  Evidently she got great enjoyment from music.  It was a concern when my parents needed more care and went into Assisted Living.  We were happy to know there was a piano at Brookdale Assisted Living and it was part of the reason they went there.  This photo is a picture of them singing and playing the piano on their first day there.  As you can see, it looks like everyone is having a jolly time.

So there it is.  A glimpse into the life of Betty Lou and her piano-playing fingers.  I hope you enjoyed it.  I did.

Dreaming of Easters Past

Last night I had a dream.  I was at work and someone said to me, “Tell me about your fifth Advent.”

I replied by saying, “Boy, that’s an odd question.”

“Is that too personal?” he asked.

“No, it just wasn’t expected.”  I knew that he was talking about my fifth Easter, which would have occurred in the spring of 1965.  Yes, I know that Advent is the season before Christmas and Lent is before Easter, but in my dream it made perfect sense to me.

The Landry siblings in 1965 with our Easter loot.

When I woke up I tried to remember what my fifth Easter looked like, but I couldn’t quite picture it.  The picture that came to mind was a photo of me when I was actually three years old.  So I went to my computer and found the photos from my “fifth Advent.”  The photos in question are from April 18, 1965, in Jennings, Louisiana.

I had previously edited this photo with the idea that I would share it on a Throwback Thursday.  But then my dream intercepted that.  I’ll go ahead and share it since it is the Easter weekend.  This is a photo of me and my siblings sitting around the dinner table that we had back then.  From left to right is Jodie, Al, Jamie, me (Van), Rob, and Karen.   This was in an old two story house that we rented the first two years we lived in Jennings.  It was on Highway 26 just north of Interstate 10.  Recently after this we moved into town at 758 Lucy Street. 

Betty Lou Bucklin Landry on April 18, 1965.

This is the other photo that I have from that 1965 Easter.  I really liked the look of this photo, but it needed to be cleaned up and enhanced.  So my dream inspired me to finally get around to fixing it up.  In the words of Brett Waterman, “Do you like it?”

This is my mom when she was just a few weeks shy of her 32nd birthday.  Betty Lou Bucklin from Hathaway, Louisiana, married Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Jr. on November 1, 1952, and the rest is history.  They had six children in their first ten years together and the fifth one was me.  You can see that she was wearing her finest Easter dress.  As appropriate for the time, she was wearing head covering since we were going to a Catholic mass.

You can also see a painting that she had painted a few years before.  When they were first married, they moved to California in the Mojave Desert.  At the edge of the Mojave Desert, where it meets the Colorado Desert, is Joshua Tree National Park.  It was definitely a different environment than the small Louisiana town that she grew up in.  It obviously inspired her to paint that unique landscape.  The painting was always displayed in their home and I’m not sure who has it now.  I’m sure it is still being enjoyed.

I was about to close, but then I remembered that I left something out.  Not really.  I had typed it all out and then hit “Control Z” to Undo, but this program doesn’t respond the same way as most of them do and it was all lost.  I had to redo a lot of what I had said.  What I left out was the fact that we were sitting around that old table with all of our chocolate Easter bunnies.  I think that was probably the last time that that happened.  Some of us probably graduated to World’s Finest chocolate bars at the next Easter.  I couldn’t find an Easter photo from 1966 to verify this.  Can you believe it?  I don’t have photo to document that event!  It’s a good thing my coworker in my dream didn’t ask about my Sixth Advent.  I wouldn’t have known what to do!

My Irish Roots in My Hometown

Mary Ann McGrath Bucklin was my great great grandmother. I estimated this photo was taken in the 1880s. This photo has been edited.

I’ve been thinking about my Irish roots this week, because yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day.  One of my classmates put a post on Facebook saying, “I’m actually part Irish from my dad’s mom!”  So I responded to her by saying, “I’m actually part Irish from my mom’s dad!!”  – which is true.  My mom was Betty Lou Bucklin, and her dad was Fred Bucklin.  Fred’s father was Louis Charles Bucklin and his mother was Mary Ann McGrath Bucklin.  When I looked back at my previous posts, I realized that I’ve been negligent of my Irish roots.  It’s been three years since I wrote anything about it.  I’ve been hoping to find the exact year of when they immigrated.  I was thinking that I would find that important morsel of information and write a nice post about it.  It hasn’t happened, but I shouldn’t let that keep me from writing about my Irish peeps.

When I responded to my classmate, I also realized that I usually overlook Mary Ann and talk about being a great great great grandson of Maria Ettadosia Mooney McGrath.  I just love saying that name.  But I want to talk a little about Mary Ann and what she did.  I’ve mentioned her in two other posts, but only in relation to her son Joe who had such a tragic life.  In those posts, her death is just one of the tragedies in his life.  I’m sharing a photo of her that I’ve shared before.  Even when I posted that photo of her before, it was in relation to finding out who Maria Ettadosia was.  So let’s explore Mary Ann’s life.

Mary Ann was born in 1834 in Roscommon, Ireland.  She was the fourth of seven children of Edward and Maria Ettadosia McGrath.  The youngest sibling was born in 1838 in Ireland.  In Ireland at the time, potatoes were a large staple in the diet of the Irish people.  They would have some version of it for almost every meal.  So it’s hard to imagine the massive impact that a potato blight had on the population.  The Irish Potato Famine was in full force in 1845, when Mary Ann was not yet a teenager.  I talk about the tragedies that her son Joe had to endure, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Mary Ann endured even more.  From 1845 to 1855 about a million Irish people died from starvation.  And just because the family survived, doesn’t mean that it was an easy time.  I wish I knew more about what they experienced. 

Besides the deaths from lack of food, almost two million people left Ireland in hopes of finding a better situation.  The McGrath family was included in this group.  They left Ireland and settled in Palmer, Massachusetts.  Like I said at the beginning, I haven’t been able to find out when they arrived in the US.  I know they were here by 1854, because that was the year that Mary Ann married James Bucklin in Springfield, Massachusetts.  It was the second marriage for James.  He was married to a woman named Rhoda Maria Gove and they had two children together – James and Mary.  Sadly, Rhoda died at the age of 26 in 1849.

So Mary Ann was 20 years old when she married 33-year-old single father of two James Bucklin on Sept. 21, 1854.  A year later they had a daughter named Jennie.  In 1861 Joseph was born.  At some point in the next few years the family moved from Massachusetts to Iowa.  They were there at least by 1864, because Edd Bucklin was born in Sand Springs, Iowa, that year.  Sand Springs is in Delaware County and the family stayed in this area for another 10 years.  My great grandfather Louis Charles Bucklin was born April 11, 1873, in Masonville, which is in Delaware County.

When the family moved south to Louisiana in 1884, Mary Ann was a 50-year-old mother of four and step-mother of two.  And she was a grandmother!  Jennie gave birth to a son named Clarence Kenyon in 1879.  She was married to another man named Ben Taylor by 1884, and they came down to Louisiana with the family.  Jennie had a daughter named Vera shortly after arriving in the south.  So Mary Ann had two grandchildren in 1884, but there were more to come through the years.

But now that I’ve got her down to Louisiana, I wanted to tell about her influence in my hometown of Jennings, Louisiana.  When we were kids, we used to go to the big library on Cary Avenue.  It is a public library and it is named the Jennings Carnegie Public Library.  I always liked that old, cool library when I was young.  It had such a soothing smell of old paper.  I wasn’t aware of its connection to my ancestor until I was older.  So when I went to my 40 year High School Reunion in 2019, I decided to look into the connection that I had heard about.  I arrived in Jennings a little earlier so I could go to that old library and see if there was any family history information available.

Newspaper article about the Jennings Carnegie Public Library mentions my great great grandmother Mary A. Bucklin.

Sure enough, there was.  I found a letter that was written to my great grandfather Louis Bucklin.  But more importantly, I found a newspaper article that talked about the founding of the library I had always been fond of.  It spoke about the Organization of the library, “The library society grew out of a society for mutual aid, social and intellectual improvement formed by the following ladies…” and the second person listed is none other than Mary A. Bucklin, my great great grandmother.

It looks like she was present at the first meeting which was held on January 24, 1885.  This is less than a year after the family moved down to Louisiana.  This must have been something important to her, because they didn’t live in Jennings proper.  They were homesteading north of Jennings around the Hathaway area.  She would have been taking a wagon into town and meeting with those other ladies to discuss ways to improve the area. 

I don’t know much more about her involvement, but I like the fact that she is linked to the beginnings of that old library I know so well.  She was also involved in the lives of her children and grandchildren who lived in the area.  Her son Joe lived in Jennings with his wife and two daughters.  But then his wife died in 1899 after giving birth to a son.  At the end of that year his 6-year-old daughter died as well.  Joe must have been having a hard time taking care of his infant son and other daughter, because Mary Ann went to live with them to help him out.  (James had died in 1890.)  

She was only able to help out for a few months, then she came down with the flu.  She ended up dying from that on April 10, 1900, in Jennings at the age of 66.  She is buried in an unmarked grave at the Jennings Greenwood cemetery.  That is another fact I  was unaware of when growing up in Jennings.  I’m glad to know about her connections to Jennings and I’m proud to be the great great grandson of Mary Ann McGrath Bucklin.  Erin go bragh.

 

James Bucklin and His Forebears

James Bucklin circa 1880s.

This is a photo of my great great grandfather James Bucklin.  He was born on Feb. 21, 1821, in Palmer, Massachusetts,  and died on May 15, 1890, in Elton, Louisiana.  So that means that the photo was taken before 1890.  The photo looks like it was taken in Kokomo, Indiana, which is confusing.  James lived in Massachusetts until 1864, when he moved his family to Iowa.  They lived in Iowa for 20 years until they moved to Louisiana in 1884.  So I don’t know when he would have been in Indiana.  I’m thinking it was before he moved to the South.

I recently edited this photo after getting a better quality scan from Joseph a while back.  I had been wanting to get a good image to share with everyone for a long time.  Now that there are more improvements in photo editing, I figured it was time to do it.  I’m kind of surprised at how little time it took to make a version that I’m satisfied with.  Some of my other photos took much longer. 

Besides sharing a photo of James, I thought I’d talk about the Bucklin line in America.  My connection is through my mother who was born Betty Lou Bucklin in 1933.  Her father was Fred D. Bucklin, who was the first generation Bucklin born in Louisiana.  He was born on October 2, 1907, in Roanoke.  His father was Louis Charles Bucklin, who was born April 11, 1873, when the family lived in Iowa.  He was the youngest child of James Bucklin and his second wife Mary Ann McGrath, an Irish immigrant.

Talking about James and his Bucklin ancestors gets a little confusing.  Mainly because there are three more Marys, two more James, two Josephs, two Isaacs, and two Sarahs.  The other confusing factor is that James’ grandfather and grandmother were second cousins once removed through the Bucklin family lines.  And here you thought it was only my Landry and Cajun ancestors that married their cousins!  It was a more common occurrence in the past than most people realize.

A cropped version of the same photo of James Bucklin.

So let’s go back further in the past than James (1821).  He was the son of John Bucklin (1792-1850) and Mary Crowell Robbins (1797-1871).  They were both born in Barnstable, Massachusetts.  John (1792)  was the youngest child of at least nine children born to John Bucklin (1747-1795) and Amey Arnold (1752-1823).  John (1747) and Amey (1752) were the Bucklin cousins who married each other.  Let me tell you about their two different paths to their common ancestor Joseph Bucklin (1633-1718).

John (1747) was the son of James Bucklin (1709-1780) and Mary Peck (1721-1770) of Rehoboth, Massachusetts.  The Bucklin family lived there for a few generations and still has relatives that live there.  James (1709) was the son of James Bucklin (1669-1738) and Mary Yields (1674-1725).  James (1669) was the son of Joseph Bucklin (1633-1718) and Deborah Allen (1637-1720).    So that shows you John (1747)’s connection to Joseph (1633).  Let’s look at Amey (1752)’s connection.

Amey Arnold (1752) was the daughter of Joshua Arnold (1729-1818) and Amey Bucklin (1722-1800).  Did I forget to mention there were two Ameys as well?  Yes, I did.  So now you know!  Amey (1722) was the daughter of Isaac Bucklin (1699-1764) and Sarah Whipple (1701-1763).  Like their cousins, they were born and lived in Rehoboth, Massachusetts.  Isaac (1699) was the son of Isaac Bucklin (1672-1758) and Sarah Marsh (1678-1728).  Not only did Isaac (1699) have the same name as his father, but he also married a woman with the same first name.  Hey, if James and Mary could do it, they could do it, too!  The parents of Isaac (1672) was Joseph (1633) and Deborah (1637).   So now you can see their connection and we can continue the line from Joseph (1633).

But first I need to talk about what happened between the births of Joseph (1633) and Deborah (1637).  Joseph was born in Weymouth, England, and Deborah was born in Rehoboth, Massachusetts.    The Bucklin family left England in 1634 and arrived in Hingham, Massachusetts, in early 1635.  Joseph was the son of William Bucklin (1609-1683) and Mary Bosworth (1611-1687).  I have for the most part ignored the wives of the Bucklins, mainly because I was following the Bucklin name.  It is easier to follow the male line most of the time because their names do not change. 

But I wanted to mention the parents of Mary Bosworth.  Her parents were Edward and Mary Bosworth.  She is an example of the name change leading to a dead end.  She was born in England and was married their, so when she came to America she was Mary Bosworth.  Her maiden name unfortunately is not known.  Edward brought his family to the New World in 1634, but he died when they reached Boston Harbor.  That bit of information helps researchers to determine that the family came over on the ship Elizabeth Dorcas.  His death did not help his family in settling in their new environment.  It must have been a difficult time for the newly widowed mother and her four children.

William (1609) was the Bucklin that brought our Bucklin line to America.  He was born to John Bucklin and Katherine Kerslake of England.  Most of the information known about him is from the time after he arrived in Massachusetts.  He was one of the early settlers.  I think it is interesting that lines on both my mom’s and dad’s family lines arrived so early in America.  Several of my dad’s Cajun/Acadian lines were in North America in the early 1600s.  I think this is the earliest ancestor of my mom’s to arrive in North America.  That’s almost 400 years.  That’s a long time.

Myrtle Circa 1927 Colorized

This is going to be a short one today.  Short and sweet.  I went back to work today after being off for close to eight months.  I didn’t realize how long it was until I went to write this post!  I don’t have nearly as much time to write these posts as I have had during my time off.  Plus, I had to go to safety training this afternoon.  If you have never done such a thing, it is brutal.  You have to sit and listen to a recording of some man talking about safety concerns when going into a plant.  And you need to pay attention closely, because you get tested on it and have to make a certain score.  But you can’t worry about that, because you have to pay attention to what he is saying as you try to keep your eyes open and follow along.  It made it a long day with a real-l-l-ly long afternoon.  I’m living the dream!  And it’s a safe one!

My maternal grandmother was Myrtle Sylvia Phenice when this photo was taken circa 1927. She is the one on the left holding the purse. This photo has been colorized.

But this post has nothing to do with all of that.  Last weekend I shared a photo of my paternal grandfather that I had colorized.  I used that as an update to a previous post because I had shared the black and white photo originally in my Man In Black post.  This time I’m posting a brand new photo.  It’s an old photo, but it’s a new one to me.  It was shared with me by my mom’s first cousin Julie.  Thanks, Julie, for sharing a photo of my Grandma Myrtle that I had never seen before.

I just happened to get this photo when I was in the middle of experimenting with the colorization feature I’ve been using lately.  So I thought I would go ahead and try it on Myrtle and her friends.  I like the way it came out.  It still looks like an old timey photo, just with a bit of color added to it.  It gives it a bit more life.  Of course, I edited it a little to fix some things I didn’t like about it.  It wants to put purplish/pink on people and it almost looks like bruising.

I was tempted to put some ‘normal’ looking hair on the boy in the photo, but I refrained.  I’m not sure what’s going on with that.  But my grandmother must have been fond of him.  She is leaning on him in a decidedly friendly way.  I don’t know who the identity of the other girl standing next to the boy.  She doesn’t look familiar to me.  But I’m almost certain that the girl on the far right is Edna Bucklin.  Edna was the younger sister of Fred Bucklin who would later marry Myrtle in 1930.  It seems that the Bucklin and Phenice families were pretty friendly with each other through the years.  They were in the same small community, and both of them had relatively large families.  I’ve shared several photos with individuals from both families in them.

I’m sure there are more.  But that will have to be at a later date.  I hope you enjoy this one now.

Grandma Addie With a Big Ol’ Smile

Addie May Hine Bucklin and Winnifred Talbott Welton in Elton, Louisiana, circa March 11, 1952. It was a birthday celebration for “Mrs. Weldon.”  (Photo has been edited.)

When I was thinking about what I would post today, I looked over the last few posts that I’ve written to see whose turn it is for the spotlight.  It was definitely my mom’s side of the family that was up for a turn.  And since the last one I did for my mom’s side was about the Keys family, I figured it was time for the Bucklin side.  And the Bucklin side includes my Grandpa Fred Bucklin’s mother Addie Hine Bucklin.

You all remember her, right?  She’s the one that I’ve made fun of on several occasions because she usually has a scowl on her face. (See here and here.)  It was lighthearted fun, of course.  Even though she looked very stern and a bit tough, I’ve only heard sweet stories about her.  Don’t judge a book by its cover.  So I like seeing this photo of my great grandmother having a good laugh with what looks like an old friend.

I actually worked on this photo this week for a completely different reason.  I was looking at Find a Grave and noticed there wasn’t a memorial (profile) for Selma Edessa Welton Havenar, who is the daughter of Winnifred.  We’re not related to the Havenar and Welton families, but we have some shared history.

I knew I had taken photos of her grave a few years ago and set up some memorials for other family members like her husband Guy Havenar.  Somehow I overlooked making one for Edessa Welton Havenar.  So I made one and started looking at the family a little more.  I noticed that she married Guy Havenar, whose mother was a Welton.  So I jumped into the rabbit hole of finding out how they were related.  Along the way I remembered these two photos and some of the writing on the back of them.  I figured out who they were talking about by looking at another tree on Ancestry.  I noticed the tree belonged to the great grandson of Winnifred.  So I decided to work on the photo and post it online for everyone to see.

Besides the shared history of both families living in Jefferson Davis Parish in southern Louisiana, there was a tradition of celebrating birthdays together with the two families. (See here, here, and here.)  Addie’s mother was Susan Stanbrough Hine and she was born on October 3, 1851.  We call her Grandma Sue.  The other person that shared Grandma Sue’s October 3 birth date was Winnifred’s sister-in-law Edessa Jane “Jennie” Welton Havenar.  In the old newspaper clippings that I’ve shared, they always just say something like, “Mrs. Hine and Mrs. Havenar are Celebrating Another Birthday.”  They started celebrating their birthdays with a joint celebration in 1906 and continued for at least 20 years.

Winnifred must have been fond of her sister-in-law, because it looks like her daughter was named after her.  And what makes it even more complicated is that both Edessa Jane “Jennie” Welton and Selma Edessa Welton both married a Havenar.  So to make it easier to tell who they were talking about, Edessa Jane was called Jennie and from what I figured out from the backs of these photos Selma Edessa was called Eddie.  But nothing stops the confusion when you see that Eddie married Jennie’s son Guy.  That’s right, she married her first cousin.  So her aunt became her mother-in-law.

Unedited photo of Addie May Hine Bucklin and Winnifred Agnes Talbott Welton at her daughter Selma Edessa “Eddie” Welton Havenar’s (married to Guy Havenar) home in Elton, Louisiana, on March 11, 1952. They were celebrating Winnifred’s 80th birthday.

It explains what was written on the backs of the photos.  Here’s a hint from me – never label someone on the back of the photo as “Mrs. Weldon.”  Use their full name.  Call her Winnifred Agnes Welton Havenar.  When I read “Eddie Havenar’s mother” when they talked about “Mrs. Weldon,” I tried to find a son named Edward for a Mrs. Weldon.  Seeing “Guy Havenar’s home” on the second one helped because I knew that Selma Edessa Welton was his wife.  So I figured Selma Edessa must be Eddie.  It also says that they were celebrating Mrs. Weldon’s birthday.  I was wondering why there were those nice pink carnations on the table.  Did I say pink?  Yes, I did.  It’s actually a color photo of Grandma Addie!  I don’t have many of those.

So the two families were celebrating a birthday again after almost fifty years of doing so.  The celebration was on June 16, 1952.  Or maybe the film was developed on that day.  Or maybe this reprint was made on that day.  This was long before our camera or phone automatically dates the photos we take.  I found that Winnifred’s birthday was on March 11 and that she lived in Minnesota.  I’m going to assume that she was down in Louisiana on her birthday, so these photos were taken on March 11, 1952, which was her 80th birthday!  It was definitely a day to celebrate with friends and flowers.

Thanksgiving 1959

When I think of Thanksgivings in the past, I think of the times I spent with my Bucklin cousins in Hathaway.  Of course, not many of them were Bucklins because my mom had three sisters (Sylvia, Alma, and Loris) and only one brother (Austin).  So they were gatherings of Bucklins, Landrys, Pilchers, Seals, and Woolleys. 

Thanksgiving 1959 with the Bucklin sisters.

I don’t have many photos of these gatherings.  I guess we were too busy having fun instead of taking photos.  So I found this old photo from 1959 and I have it dated as November 1959.  It shows a fresh crop of Bucklin cousins that were born that year.

From left to right we have my aunt Loris Bucklin Woolley with young Brent who was born in February.  He is being examined by older cousin Lynn Pilcher. (or is it Toni?)  In the middle is my mom Betty Lou Bucklin Landry with young Al who was born in July.  On the right is the oldest sister Sylvia Bucklin Pilcher with the newest member of the family Kevin, who was born in August. 

I was going to say that it wasn’t every year that there were that many new cousins.  But then I thought of the very following year when I was born in October.  Two months later Aunt Loris had Keith, and a month after that Aunt Alma had Rhonda. (Finally another girl!)   I just realized for the first time that there isn’t a photo of us three who were born even closer together!  What’s up with that?  Maybe it was because Brent was Loris’s first child?  That doesn’t seem like a good reason, because Rhonda was Alma’s first.  We were robbed!  We were deprived!

I was going to say that we needed restitution, but that would not be a good example of being thankful.  And that’s what today’s topic is supposed to be about.  Though I am missing some of my family who are no longer here, I am very thankful that I have had such a wonderful family to share Thanksgivings with through the years. 

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