Slabsters and Doughboys

I have posted a few photos of my grandfather already, but it’s time for another one.  One of the previous ones was a photo of him in his World War I uniform and another one was in a baseball uniform.  This time it is a combination of the two.  I loved this old photo when I first saw it.  My cousin Tricia texted me a photo that she took of a few old photos that she had found.  This one came out pretty good, but I’m sure that a good scan will be an improvement.  It looks like we’ll have to wait on that for a while, though.

In the meantime we have this version of the jewel from the past.  And this time I have an improved date on the photo.  When I posted the previous WWI photo, I put an estimated date of 1915 on it.  Maybe I wasn’t paying attention or maybe I just acquired new information in the meantime, but I have information proving that 1915 date wrong.  His draft registration card for World War I was dated June 5, 1917, so the photo is from after that date.  We’ll just say that it is from 1919, unless there is later information proving it wrong.  (Update:  This date has been changed because of later information obtained.)  Maybe there’s something written on the back of the actual photo!?

1919 – Front and center is my grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, a lieutenant in World War I

Anyway, Robert Joseph Landry (later to be a Sr.) was 24 years old when he registered for the draft.  He had already been playing baseball, as evidenced by the back of another photo I posted of him with a baseball team in 1915.  I’ve also read an article about how he was a pitcher for the semi-pro baseball league – or the Sawdust Baseball Circuit.  In fact, he was “quite a slabster” in his day.  That was just one of the many terms for pitcher from 100 years ago.  So when he served his country in the military, it was only natural for him to be a part of the team there as well.

They needed some distraction and recreation after all.  Though I don’t think that he went overseas during his stint in the Great War, he may still be considered a doughboy.  That was a term for those serving in the military during WWI.  A slabster and a doughboy – that’s my grandfather.  He is shown front and center in this photo.  They were careful about how they set up this photo with the bats and gloves arranged just right.  So with him being shown prominently, it looks to me like he was a driving force for this endeavor.  Or so I like to think.  Whatever the situation, it’s a nice glimpse into the past of the grandfather I never really knew.

A Yuletide Story

I spend a lot of time doing research.  I know that this does not surprise anyone who has been reading my posts.  During this research I come across a lot of stories.  Some stories are inspiring.  Some stories are happy.  Some are sad.  It’s not that I go looking for stories, I just find them in my search for family history.  And sometimes a story really strikes something in me that makes me want to share it with people.  I found a story like that this week.  It is a very tragic story that needs to be told.

But I’m not telling you that story this week.  I already had a tragic story picked out to tell you this week.  The odd thing about those two stories is that they both occurred on the same calendar date and both involved a young mother named Dolores.  But there are even more commonalities in the story that I am telling this week.  Plus there is a tie-in with Christmas and it definitely is more tragic.  Isn’t that what everyone wants this week?  A tragic Christmas-themed story?  Well that’s what you are getting from yours truly.

This story is about two cousins.  Actually those cousins are third cousins.  Two girls were born a bit over eighty years ago and they were great granddaughters of two Stanbrough sisters.  These two distant cousins never met.  They grew up and they both found the man of their dreams.  One of the girl’s names was Dolores Henke and she married her childhood sweetheart named Frank Yule. His name is our first Christmas connection.  (You know like, “Yuletide carols being sung by a choir.”)  The other girl was Betty Lou Bucklin, my mom.  And we all know that she married the love of her life.

After these young women married their respective husbands, both of the families went to live in California.  Not long after that, their families started to grow.  Actually they started to grow at a remarkably similar pace.  They each gave birth to their first child, a daughter with a “J” name, in California in October of 1953.  Our Jodie was born on Oct 14th and their little Janice was born just eight days later.

Though my family moved to New Mexico, the similarities continued. Both of the families had their second child, a son, born in April of 1955.  Their Scott was born on the 21st and our Rob was born just six days later.  That’s amazingly close.  Even though the families moved further away from each other geographically, a few more parallels took place.  The next child born to each of these families was a girl with the given middle name of Jean.

Now you can see why I connected with this story.  Their family started in much the same way that mine did.  It seems like a rather happy story, too.  And I suppose it probably was up to this point.  But that wasn’t what initially got my attention to look at this family a little closer.  You start looking at things in family trees and other documents.  You have to make sure the birth and death dates are accurate and make sense.  So you look at those dates closely.  When you see children with similar year of birth, you think twins.  But when you see the same year for the death of more than one or two people in a family, you think tragedy.  And that is what I found.

The Landry family in 1961. Betty Lou Bucklin Landry with children Al, Karen, Rob, Van, and Jodie in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

There is one more similarity that I know of.  In the later part of 1961, both of these families were involved in automobile accidents.  Our family got into an accident in Lake Charles on our way to my mom’s family for Christmas.  (This is the other Christmas connection.)  We were thrown around a bit, Rob was ejected from the car, but for the most part we were fine.  We were able to celebrate Christmas and a new year.  The same cannot be said for the Yule family.

The Yule family was driving on Highway 399 in Ventura, California, on Sept. 17, 1961.  They were traveling along in their station wagon when a truck made an illegal turn in front of their vehicle.  That was the day that all similarities between these families ended.  Because, you see, all five members of the family perished that day.  The father was the oldest at 34 years of age and the youngest was three-year-old Barbara Jean.  A truly tragic ending.

Safe travels this Christmas.


Sept. 13, 2017 – Addendum

Christmas 1961 in Lake Charles

I was going through a packet of papers that I had gotten from my parents’ home in Jennings in January of 2016 and came across this old newspaper article.  My mom liked to save things.  Sometimes that was a bad thing and sometimes it was a good thing.  This time it was a good thing.

Urchins and a Tiger

1960 Landry family

Karen, Rob, Jodie, and Al Landry at LSU in 1960

After last week’s long post full of all kinds of details, I figure it’s time for something short and sweet.  This photo has long been treasured in my immediate family.  Mostly because it makes everyone laugh.  It is a photo of my brothers and sisters a few months before I was born.  And since I live in Baton Rouge, I appreciate it even more because they are at the tiger enclosure at LSU.  Not the huge one that they have now, but the smaller one that was there in 1960.  As you can see, the Landry family is all about comfort and practicality.  I always wish I had been in this photo.  Maybe if I had, I would have wished that I hadn’t!  I’ve been told that the Landry kids look like urchins in this photo.  Is that bad?

From Finicy to Phenice

1935is - Three Generations of Phenice

Circa 1935 – Harry Clifton Phenice, Myrtle Phenice Cozad, Samuel Charles Phenice, Bernard Orville Phenice, May Phenice Taylor, and Emma Phenice Quillen.

This is one of the photos that I rediscovered the other day.  It shows three generations of my Phenice family in it.  I believe the young man in the middle is Orville Phenice, my grandmother’s brother.  Their father is Harry Clifton Phenice, who is shown on the left.  His father is the old man in the middle of the photo – Samuel Charles Phenice, a Civil War veteran and witness to the Lincoln assassination.   The other three women are Harry’s sisters Myrtle, May, and Emma.  The topic of this week’s post concerns the three generations prior to these three.

My grandmother and her siblings were born in southern Louisiana, but the generations before her were born in Pennsylvania. Her father H. C. moved to Louisiana in 1898.  His father Samuel was born in Mercer County, Pennsylvania, moved around a  bit and ended up in Nebraska.  Samuel’s father Daniel was also born in Mercer County.  The father of Daniel was unknown and there have been many family members who have done research trying to find out who he was.  The further you go back, the more different the name is spelled.  Nowadays we spell the name “Phenice,” but the earliest spelling I found for the family name is “Finicy.”  Previous researchers uncovered some good information, but they were unable to identify the parentage of Daniel Phenice.  That was before DNA testing.

In 2013 I had a DNA test for myself and my parents at 23andMe.  I only found one Phenice connection on that site.  But at AncestryDNA it was a different story.  I tested my aunt Loris Woolley there last December. I started finding Phenice connections right away.  There were four 2nd cousins through the Phenice line and two 3rd cousins (to my mom’s generation).  It was helpful that they shared a good amount of common DNA with my mom, aunt Loris, uncle Austin, and their 1st cousin Julie.

In addition to all of those matches, there were several more who had ancestors with the surname “Phenicie” in their trees.  Those ancestors were all from Pennsylvania and some of them were from Mercer County.  I had seen some of the ancestors previously because they had names similar to names in our tree.  They have a Daniel Phenicie born around the same time (1808) as ours and a Samuel Phenicie who also fought in the Civil War.  I wasn’t sure how all of these other DNA matches connected, but the common DNA was pointing in the same direction.

I let the matches add up for most of 2016, but by October I had enough to inspire me to go looking for a connection.  So I made a spreadsheet of all of the names and started comparing DNA and family trees.  I looked through old research that had been done (thanks to Orville’s daughters Marilyn, Kathleen, Linda and Carol, plus some others) and found a common theme of a John Phenice born around 1765.  So I sketched out a provisional family tree.

I put John Phenicie as the father of our ancestor Daniel Phenice (b. 1809).  Since I had a few DNA matches who were descendants of Joseph Phenicie (b. 1762) and because they were born close to the same time, I put John and Joseph as brothers with an unnamed father born around 1730.  I had many more DNA matches who were descendants of Samuel Phenicie (b. 1795), so I also put him as a son of John Phenice.  Additionally, there were a few descendants of an Eliza Fennesy that were DNA matches, but the parents were unknown. From there I had to try to find some source documents to back this up.

I pored through the old census records from the late 1700s and early 1800s in areas that I knew the family had lived.  Daniel and Samuel were known to have lived in Mercer and Somerset counties in Pennsylvania, and Joseph and his descendants lived in Bedford and Franklin counties.  I had already found Daniel in the Springfield, Mercer, PA censuses of 1850 and 1860.  His name was spelled Finnesy and Finnessy in those documents.  I knew I was going to have to be flexible in the spelling of the name.  I went to the 1840 census in Springfield and looked through every page of it.  I finally came across a Daniel with the alternate spelling of “Finecy.” (Transcribed as “Ferney” by Ancestry.)  I was glad to finally find him in 1840, but was even more excited when I saw the name directly below his – John Finecy.  And he was the right age to be Daniel’s father.  Families lived close to each other more often back then, so this looked very promising.

I continued my search for these two in the Springfield of 1830.  I didn’t find Daniel or John there, but I did find Samuel.  I checked all of Mercer county for Daniel, but I couldn’t find him.  Since Daniel married Susan Jackson in Somerset County in 1831, I decided to look in Somerset County.  I didn’t find Daniel, but I did find John.  He was listed on the census as “John Finicy, Sr.” (Transcribed as “Finiag” by Ancestry.) There was a John Finicy, Jr. a few pages before, so I would think that he was another son of John Phenicie.  There were no other names close to Finecy/Phenice and the like.  I found “John Finasee” in 1820 in Somerset County and “John Finnessee” in 1810 in Allegheny County.  I think the borders were moving back then more than the people.  They weren’t changing as much as the spelling of the name, though!

In the meantime I had been corresponding with a descendant of Eliza Finnesy.  I explored her family tree, but was unable to find out how she was connected to our Phenicies.  I was directed to the 1850 census of Eliza after she had married a Wingard.  In that census, there was a woman in the household named “Margaret Finnesy” (same spelling as my Daniel – actually the same census taker).  The relationship was not identified in the census.  There was also a death certificate that showed Eliza’s maiden name as being Finnesy, so Margaret was most likely her mother.

Then I found a really good source.  It was a record of a marriage between a John Phinnecy and a Margaret Maurer on May 29, 1792.  This tied together everything that I had found and supposed up to that point. From information in the 1850 census Margaret would have been born around 1774, so that would put them at the right age to have been parents to Samuel, Daniel, and John Jr.  In addition to these children, I found some more DNA matches who had a Mary Finnessee born in 1798 in their trees.  In one of them they had the birth location as Allegheny County, which corresponded to what I had found for John Phenice in 1810.  I believe she is another child of John and Margaret.

All of this information makes me feel pretty certain that John and Margaret were indeed the parents of those individuals.  In addition to the paper sources, the DNA backs it all up.  And the members of our extended family were the only people with that last name in those counties.  I searched through those census pages till I was cross-eyed!

There is another record that I found, but I’m less sure of it.  It is for a “John Archibald Finnacy” born in 1765 in Maryland.  I don’t know why I am unsure of this as being “our” John Phenicie.  There were references in census records that showed Joseph and other family members as being born in Maryland.  The name and the date correspond as well.  There is a similar record for a Joseph Finnacy born in the same location.  The birth date is shown as 1768 which is different than all other records of Joseph Phenicie which show him as being born in 1762.  In any case, it gives the parents of these two as Stephen (b. 1730) and Ann.  That date would match my supposition and other clues.  Stephen is also a common name in both family lines.

So the data all seems to support the suppositions I made to start off.  I found the name of John Phenice’s wife – also known as my great great great great grandmother Margaret Maurer.   Since everything else lined up so well, I also added the parents of John as being Stephen Finnacy and Ann.  I’m happy with the results, though I haven’t been able to find out when the family immigrated or where they are from.  I get new matches frequently and there are also a few unconnected DNA matches who have the Finecy name in their trees.  There’s always something else to explore.


May 11, 2017 Update – I obtained a new photo from the same day as this photo was taken.  Better yet, the names of everyone was labeled on the photo!  So I edited this post with those names and here is the photo.

The Samuel Charles Phenice family in 1935.

Harry Clifton Phenice, Lola “Myrtle” Phenice Cozad, Samuel Charles Phenice, Anna “May” Phenice Taylor, and Emma Orra Phenice Quillen. A father and four of his children circa 1935.