Pee Paw and the Aquitania

Last week I ended my post by saying that I was on to other mysteries.  It was just a comment about finding new discoveries as I research my family lines.  I didn’t have any particular mystery in mind, but this photo was kinda in the back of my mind.  Not because of any mystery, though.  I was just thinking it was time to post a photo from the Landry side of my family and this is an interesting and nice photo of my grandfather from this period in his life.

Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. in 1938

As you can see from the writing on the photo, it is of R. J. Landry in 1938.  That would be Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. for those of us in the know.  But a few of us would have called him Papa or Pappy, and more of us would know him as Pee Paw.  Some others called him Uncle Rob.  Let’s just call him Rob.

Rob would have been 45 years old in this photo.  He and his wife Erie had been married for 17 years and they had eight children.  There are a few photos of their children from this time and some of them have Erie in them.  Rob is not in many of them.

So why is Rob posing with this print of the cruise liner called the Aquitania?  Because he is definitely taking a photo with the image.  It doesn’t just happen to be behind him.  He’s standing to the side as though the ship is another subject in the photograph.  What’s up with that?  And the nameplate that denotes the Cunard Line is intriguing as well.  Maybe this is when he was named the captain of the ship before he sailed around the world that time?  Oh, wait! No. That never happened!

Or maybe it was when his wife was shipwrecked on a deserted island for several years and he heard that the Aquitania had rescued her and was bringing her back to him.  So he stared at the image of the ship as he longingly waited on her return.  Oh, drats!  That never happened either!  How else could they have had 8 children in 17 years?

So why is he staring at that ship so intently in the second photo?  I guess we’ll never know.  It’s a good thing I didn’t say I was going to solve those mysteries that I was moving on to!

Visits in the Past

I thought I would continue with the theme from two weeks ago.  That was the post of my visit to southern Nebraska to see the final resting place of my great great grandparents Samuel Charles Phenice and Cathrine Jane Foster Phenice – or Charles and Kate as I have come to know them a little better.

But before it was their resting place, it was their living place.  I’m not really sure when they moved to the Beaver City area of Nebraska, but it was sometime shortly before the turn of the century.  That was about 120 years ago.  I’ve posted a few photos of Charles and Kate and other family members in the past, but the topic of this week is about visits to the area by the next generations.

I’m sure other cousins from my own generation have visited there and I think some may live near that area.  I don’t think my mom ever went.  Some of her cousins may have, but I don’t have any photos of that.  But I do have a photo from a visit by my grandmother Myrtle Phenice Bucklin’s generation.

Extended Phenice family in Almena, Kansas, circa 1939.

This photo was probably taken in Almena, Kansas, around 1939.  At that point Kate had died in 1921 and Charles had gone to live with his daughter Myrtle Cozad in Almena, which is 14 miles south of Precept.

I know that it is from 1939, because it has Aunt Marguerite in it.  She was a Phenice (who married a Hill) and sister of my Grandma.  She wrote her memoirs (Marge’s Memories) and mentioned that she only went up there once and it was just before her Grandpa Phenice died.  If you remember from other posts, Samuel Charles Phenice died on Sept. 15, 1939.

I’m thinking this photo was taken in the summer of 1939.  You can see Marguerite third from the right on the back row.  She’s looking over to the left toward her sister-in-law Irma Hetzel Phenice (in the black skirt) and sister Grace Phenice Sowder (holding the hat).  On the top right is Marguerite & Grace’s brother Warren Phenice.  I think the three girls who are second from the right on the top through bottom rows are the daughters of Myrtle Cozad – Pauline, Ruby, and Leora.  At least it looks like the same people I’ve seen from other photos.

The other person I recognize is another son of Charles and Kate.  He is second from the left sitting on the middle row.  His name was James Edmund Phenice, but everyone called him Edd.  Of course, Grace and Marguerite probably called him Uncle Edd.  He is buried next to his parents.  I could kick myself now because I forgot to take a photo of his headstone!  Now I’ll have to go back!

I’m not sure who the other family members are in this photo, but I’m thinking some of them are Quillens, because they also lived close by.  Maybe some of their descendants will be able to help us identify them.  Wouldn’t that be great?  (Heard from Michelle Quillen!  She says that the man front and center is Dean Quillen, son of Emma Phenice Quillen.  His wife Evelyn Satter Quillen is sitting directly behind him and she is holding their oldest son Kenneth.)

Top: Daisy Keys Phenice, Lola Myrtle Phenice, and Emma Orra Phenice; Bottom: Harry Clifton Phenice and James Edmund Phenice.

You’ve all seen this next photo before.  I posted this one in November of 2015.  It is such a great photo.  I had estimated the date of the photo to be 1900 when I originally posted it.  I looked at it a few months ago and realized that the date had to be incorrect.  Emma was only 11 years old in 1900 and she is obviously older than that in the photo.  I posted  the photo on Facebook to request a possible date and I was told it was probably taken between 1905 and 1910.  That seemed reasonable and fit better with Emma’s apparent age.

I also wondered where and why the photo was taken.  Daisy and Harry were married in 1900, so that would have been a reason for the three Phenice siblings Myrtle, Emma, and Edd to come down for a visit.  But we’ve already ruled out that early date.  I didn’t know of any visits that Daisy made up north, but it seems like she would have visited.  Yet I didn’t see her in any of the photos of other visits that I’ve seen.  So when was it?  I decided on an estimated date of 1907 a week or so before I visited Nebraska.

But then I found a clue in Nebraska!  Yay!  When I had looked up information before we arrived in Beaver City, it showed that the library would be closed on Saturdays – and we were there on a Saturday.  After having a tasty Beaver Burger at the Beaver Bar and Grill, I thought I’d go to the thrift store to see if I might find a memento from my visit.  At the thrift store, the attendant was very nice and friendly.  Come to find out, her husband was related to some of the Cozad family too.  She also told me about the library being open, so we hurried over before they shut the door.

1906 wedding record of Lola Myrtle Phenice and Franklin Pierce Cozad

In the local history room I found a binder with the name Phenice on the spine.  It was collected information about our family!  The friendly thrift store attendant showed up at the library with her husband and helped us find a few things.  One of the things I found was that Samuel Charles and Cathrine Jane went by Charles and Kate.  I’ve already told you that, though.  But on the March 19, 1906, wedding record of Myrtle Phenice and Frank Cozad, it showed that one of the witnesses to the wedding in Precept, Nebraska, was “Mrs. H. C. Phenice.”

The only H. C. Phenice in that family was my great grandfather Harry Clifton.  And his wife was Daisy Keys.  So there it was!  Evidence of Daisy visiting up north at a formal family event.  Plus the time was around the time I was thinking that photo must have been taken.  They must have had a nice time.  They gave birth to my grandmother nine months later and named her after the bride.

So for now, I’ll say the photo was taken in March 1906.

Now on to other mysteries.

 

What’s In a Name?

Grampa Max with his sister Rose Elisa circa 1925.

If you read the title to this post, you might think that the woman in the photo would be named Rose.  And you would be correct!  But that is just a happy coincidence.  I wasn’t thinking of the name Rose when I thought of that Shakespearean quote, I was thinking of her middle name.

When researching families, it is helpful that many families use some names frequently.  Not too frequently, because then it gets too confusing.  The Patureau family has gotten close to that point with the name Marie Therese.  I’ve talked about that name previously.

This time I’m talking about the name Elisa.  That’s the middle name of Grampa Max’s sister Rose. (Grampa Max is my dad’s mother’s father Vincent Maximilian Patureau)  She was born Rose Elisa Patureau on April 8, 1863.  She was his next older sibling, so they were probably pretty close.  They were the children of Ferdinand Patureau and Emma Landry.

Ferdinand came from France with his parents and siblings in 1840 at the age of 14.  He went back to France on his own shortly afterwards and eventually came back after a year or so.  Some of the details have been lost to the ages, but not all of them.  We do know that there was a yellow fever epidemic in Louisiana in 1842 that had a huge influence on his life.

On October the 12th of that year, his mother and younger sister named Elisa died in Opelousas, Louisiana, of yellow fever.  I don’t know if he had returned from his adventure in France before their death.  Either way, it was a huge impact on the Patureau family that had just recently come to America to live.  We know that his sister’s death affected him because he named one of his daughters in honor of her.  Wait!  I just realized that his mother’s name was Rose!  So his sister was actually named for both of them.  But she actually went by her middle name and her obituary called her Eliza Dupuy.

Eliza Patureau Laulom Crixell Falcon (edited photo)

But Rose Elisa wasn’t the only one named after Ferdinand’s sister Elisa.  He had another sister named Victorine and she named her only daughter Eliza.  I guess it was a good thing that Victorine’s family moved to Texas, otherwise there would have been confusion over the two Elizas.

Cousin Eliza was given the middle name Patureau and her father was Pierre Emile Laulom.  She then married a man named Vicente Crixell in 1864.  Their first child was born in 1865 in Mexico.  Grampa Max was born the same year in the same place because the Ferdinand Patureau family was in the same area due to the turmoil of the Civil War.

Eliza had seven children with Vicente.  He died in 1880, so she remarried in 1884.  All of this just to say that her full name was Eliza Patureau Laulom Crixell Falcon!  Like I said, she was named for her aunt Elisa.

One of the reasons I’m writing about all of this is that I’ve been in contact with one of Eliza’s (E.P.L.C.F.) great grandchildren over the past week.  He is the son of one of Eliza’s granddaughters.  And that granddaughter’s (his mother’s) name was – you guessed it – Elisa.  She, like the other two named for Elisa, lived a full life.  They got married, had children and grandchildren.

Not like that first Elisa.  She was born in France where she lived for 12 years, then moved to America with her family.  Was she angry about leaving friends?  Excited about a new adventure?  Hopeful for an interesting future?  We’ll never know.  She died after just two years of living in her new country.  Poor, poor Elisa.


To find out more about Eliza Patureau Laulom Crixell Falcon and some of her Crixell offspring, check out this collection of writings and newspaper articles collected by her great grandson:  Eliza’s Crixell Boys in Brownsville.

It Could Have Been Gomorrah

Reenacting a photo of my great great grandfather at Maple Creek Cemetery in Precept, Nebraska, in June 2018. See how windy it was.

I wasn’t sure I was going to do a post today, but I found a Wi-Fi spot to do a little work. I decided to post about my recent adventure since that’s the only photos that I have access to right now.

I mentioned the trip to Nebraska to visit the graves of my great great grandparents a few weeks ago, and decided to reenact one of the photos that I posted. That’s the photo of me standing next to the headstone in the cemetery.

Before we went to the cemetery, we stopped in the small town of Beaver City, Nebraska. At the library I found some information about my great great grandparents Samuel Charles Phenice and Cathrine Jane Foster. On two of their children’s marriage certificates, I saw that they went by the names Charles and Kate.

Charles and Kate lived in the small community called Precept, Nebraska. The early settlers picked the name by choosing a phrase from the Bible at random. It’s a good thing they didn’t pick Gomorrah! I also found a photo in a newspaper clipping that showed the church of Precept. It’s the church that Charles and Kate must’ve gone to. Their daughter was married there and Kate’s funeral was held there.

I’m glad I found that photo because it helped me to identify the church when I saw it on the way to Maple Creek (pronounced ‘Crick’ by the locals) Cemetery. The church was moved in 1927 from the cemetery area to the ‘town’ of Precept.

The church in Precept in 2018.

It seemed odd to me that they would make the effort to move the church less than 2 miles away to another secluded area. I suppose there must’ve been more people living in that vicinity. Nothing but fields and clouds for miles around. And an old abandoned church.

Which made the cemetery that much more surprising. It was immaculate! I’m glad to know that their graves are well taken care of. Maybe some of you want to check it out someday.

I had to get creative with this one. Her name is very hard to read when you look at it straight on. Now I know how she spells her name!

The Phenice plot. Kate was buried here in 1921 and Charles was buried in 1939.

Maple Creek Cemetery in Precept, Nebraska, is such a well-groomed cemetery. Very impressive.