From Acadian to Cajun: Part 1 – Landry/Babin

The Acadian Memorial Wall in St. Martinville was completed in 1998.

Earlier this year I went to the Acadian Memorial in St. Martinville, Louisiana.  It was on the same day that I met up with some cousins to exchange old family photos.  I have shared a few photos that I obtained on that day and still have some more in the queue.  But I haven’t shared any photos that I took at the Memorial.

I’ve decided to share those in installments, with each installment to cover a family name or family group.  Before I went to the Memorial, I looked through my family tree to figure out which of those family names to look for on the Memorial Wall.  There are at least seven or eight groups that were represented.  There would have been more if they hadn’t married their cousins through the years.  But as the sign says, they were Exiles in Louisiana and they were different.

One of those differences was pointed out to me when I visited the museum.  When I was telling one of the Memorial staff members about the names I was searching for, they corrected my pronunciation.  I’ve lived almost all of my life in southern Louisiana and I have more Cajun heritage than anything else, but I don’t really have a Cajun accent.  The area around Jennings where I grew up had a lot of immigrants from the northern states and western Europe, as can be evidenced by my mom’s family tree.  I also never learned to speak French, which would have been helpful at the Memorial because there were some visitors from France on the day that I was there.

Thankfully, the workers there spoke English and were willing to help.  If you ever go there, it helps to know that the first several columns are roughly in alphabetical order according to family group.  These include those Exiles who came to Louisiana from areas of North America.  Those fill up more than half of the columns of the Wall.  After that, it lists the seven ships that came from France in 1785 with those Acadians that had been Exiled there.  I descend from people from both groups.

The Landry group that I connect with includes Augustin Landry, Marie Madeleine Babin, and their son Joseph Ignace.

I thought I would start with the most obvious group for me – Landry.  I feel more connected to that name since it is my last name and I have several lines that are Landry.  It identifies me as Cajun and I identify with that.  I have learned more about the history of the Cajuns, who started out as French settlers in Acadie.  They were immigrants from France who made a new home in North America, some of the earliest to do so. 

They had their own identities, too.  They didn’t think of themselves as French Americans or some such term; they were Acadians.  In much the same way, I don’t identify with the term Acadian Exile in Louisiana.  Mainly because it sounds like you are still displaced.  The Acadian Exiles who came to Louisiana made it their home and eventually they became known as Cajuns – hence the title “From Acadian to Cajun.”  These are my ancestors who started out in Acadie, were exiled from their homeland in 1755, and made it to Louisiana some years later.

That first Landry group from my family consisted of Augustin Landry, his wife Marie Madeleine Babin, and their family.  They were all born in an area of Acadie known as Pisiquit.  Augustin was born in 1719 and he was the third generation of Landry in my line to be born in Acadie.  He married his first wife Ann Rivet and they had two children together.  Their daughter Marie was born around 1747, and son Joseph Marie was born around 1749.  Then Ann died around 1750. 

Augustin married Marie Madeleine Babin in 1752 and they had Joseph Ignace in 1753.  I descend from Joseph Ignace, though I usually refer to him as Joseph Ignatius.  It is spelled a variety of ways in the records.  I probably pronounce it incorrectly, too!  After Joseph Ignatius, Augustin and Marie Madeleine had at least three more children – Mathurin, Marguerite, and Madeleine.  But the last of the children were not born in Acadie, they were possibly born in Exile. 

The birth records for these children were lost in the confusion of the next few years, if there ever were any records for them.  The Exile of the Acadian people began August 10, 1755.  People were pulled from their homes,  gathered into public spaces, then shipped off from their homeland.  There were a number of people who died in the process.  It was an ugly time for the Acadian people.  The Landry family that we’re looking at were put on board a ship called the Dolphin that departed Pisiquit on October 27, 1755.

This was not like going on a cruise.  No luxuries with options to choose from.  They also didn’t have many belongings with them.  It was all left behind.  The ship reached Boston on November 5th.  Most of the passengers stayed on board as leaders of the towns tried to figure out what to do with these now-destitute people.  A furious gale hit Boston at this time and 47 Acadians were removed.  Our Landrys continued on with the Dolphin down to Annapolis, Maryland, on November 30th.  From there, they continued on to Upper Marlboro.  They arrived in early December and this is where the Landry family spent 12 years in Exile.  Of the 230 Acadians that started off in Acadie on the Dolphin, 180 arrived on the shores of New England.

I don’t know if the Landry family had casualties during this time or not.  I have the names of two other children for Augustin and Marie Magdeleine with births before 1755.  They do not show up on the Memorial Wall for the family that made it to Louisiana.  Looking at the history of the Landry families before and after that point, it is likely that there were a few children born during that time period.  We don’t know all of the details, but we know that it was a very traumatic time for the Landry family.

Augustin and Marie Landry and family are listed as Neutral Acadiens in the 1763 Census at Upper Marlboro, Maryland.

Their time in Maryland was better, but it was still not home.  The Catholics in Maryland at the time were restricted.  They  could not own land, vote, or hold office.  If they did find work, they were double taxed.  They could not practice their religion.  It was worse for the Acadian Exiles because they started out with nothing and they did not speak the local English language.

I won’t go into all of the politics that were going on between England, France, and Spain during this time.  I don’t know it all and there are too many players to discuss.  It was a fight for land and people and power.  At some point Spain gained control of land in the area that is now Southern Louisiana.  They needed people to populate the area and they were willing to relocate people.  Not only that, they were providing land grants to these people.  Somehow Augustin and Marie Madeleine found out about this and decided to move their family to a place that sounded more promising.

So they packed up all of their belongings and took off on a new adventure.  In April of 1767 the Landry family and their two trunks boarded the ship called The Virgin that was chartered by the Spanish government and headed to New Orleans.  They reached the Mississippi River on July 12, 1767, and continued on to Fort St. Gabriel.  Augustin was given a land grant encompassing 8 arpents frontage along the Mississippi River at St. Gabriel.  Two years later he gave his mark (he could not read or write) showing his unconditional oath of allegiance to Spain.  He must have done this to avoid another period of Exile.

And, as anyone who has ever spent any time here would know, there have been Landry families living in Southern Louisiana ever since.

My family tree with continuation showing Landry line to Augustin Landry.


For other installments of this series of blog posts, click on the following links:

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 2 – Breau/Trahan

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 3 – Braud/LeBlanc/Gauterot/Aucoin

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 4 – Hebert/Melanson

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 5 – Bourg/Granger

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 6 – Bujol/LeBlanc

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 7 – Foret/Bujol

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 8 – Hernandez/Babin

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 9 – Dupuis/Dugas

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 10 – Bourg/Babin/Landry in a short story called “Finding Home”

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 11 – The Ones That Didn’t Make It

A Phenice Keepsake: Painting by Grandma

I know, I know.  You all must be asking, “Another Phenice post?  When are you going to talk about my group?”  And you’re right!  I wrote about my grandmother three weeks ago and then last week I wrote about her father.  “What’s up with that?”  you must be asking yourself.

What’s up with that is that today is my Grandma Bucklin’s birthday!  Myrtle Sylvia Phenice was born on December 19, 1906, in Hathaway, Louisiana.  She was the third of seven children born to Harry Clifton Phenice and Daisy Keys Phenice.  And reportedly, she was a very pretty little baby.  I may have told you that before, but it bears repeating.  When my mom was a little girl, she won a contest for Gerber’s Cutest Baby.  (Or so I’ve been told.)  My grandmother probably bragged about that for a while.  Yes, my grandmother was known for bragging on occasion.  There are worse things a person can do.

But then my grandmother quit bragging about it when young Betty Lou (my mom) started to brag about it herself.  At some point Grandma must have started to answer with a comeback akin to, “I was known to be pretty baby, too, if I may say so myself!”  I never personally witnessed this exchange between my mother and grandmother, but Mama told me that it was a thing. 

I’m sure they were both very cute babies, but that’s not what I wanted to talk about today.  Otherwise I would be posting photos of them as babies and learn how to set up a poll on Facebook or something.  I wanted to share a keepsake that I have from Grandma.  I have a few keepsakes from her – a key, a puzzle, a carving – but those aren’t very impressive or personal.

Oil painting by Myrtle Sylvia Phenice Bucklin, date unknown

This is much more personal and I rather like it.  My mom gave it to me some time around 2014.   My mom wrote a little blurb on the back of it.  It says, “Mama painted this for Uncle Roy and Aunt Effie.  It was given to me after they died.”  Uncle Roy Bucklin died in 1999.  His wife Effie Hetzel Bucklin died in July of 2001, so she got it some time after that.

So I have no idea when it was painted or how long it was hanging in the home of Uncle Roy and Aunt Effie.  I’m also not familiar with any other paintings by my grandmother.  So if anyone else has any original artwork by her, I would love to see it.  Just a quick little digital photo would be sufficient.

Now I’m really curious to see if anyone is going to share something with us.  This is so much better than a vote for the cutest baby.  But for what it’s worth, I always thought I was a cute baby.

If I may say so myself!

Grandpa Phenice on the Porch

H. C. Phenice circa 1949

This is a photo of my great grandfather Harry Clifton Phenice.  It was taken some time around 1949 in Hathaway, Louisiana.  It doesn’t look like the house that my mom lived in when she was growing up, so I guess it was her Phenice grandparents’ home nearby.

Figuring out where they lived at the time can be tricky.  It seems that they moved often.  In the family history book by Edith Keys Segraves, my Grandma Myrtle wrote about H. C. and Daisy’s (her parents) life.  She listed eleven different places they lived.  Mostly they were in Jefferson Davis Parish in southern Louisiana.  

Before they were married, H. C. and Daisy started out far apart.  He was born in Pennsylvania, where his parents and  grandparents were born and lived.  His family moved to Tennessee at one point, but ended up homesteading in Nebraska for most of H. C.’s growing up years.  Daisy Keys, on the other hand, was born in England and lived there until she moved with her mom and her siblings to Southern Louisiana in 1887 at the age of 11.

H. C. did not make it to Louisiana until 1898.  It must not have taken long for them to meet and become enamored with each other.  They were married Dec. 27, 1900, in Lake Charles.  Their first home together was half a mile west of the J. Anderson place.  This is where Sylvan and Grace were born.  I have no idea where the J. Anderson place is.  That was another piece of information that Grandma wrote about.  She left out the next place they lived – Colorado.  I have photographic evidence that H. C. was in a gold mine in Cripple Creek.  And there is a story about the local women being a little too loose for the likes of the young couple trying to rear their children in an upright manner.  So they moved back to Louisiana in time for Grandma to be born at the McGuire place.  I have no clue where that is either!  I do know that it was in 1906. 

Another tidbit of information from Grandma includes the fact that the family bought their first car in 1920.  I suppose they took a train for their cross country moves, but for local travel they used a horse and wagon.  When the family lived close enough to a church, the children were encouraged to go.   They would either walk, ride a horse, or take the buggy.  I wonder if the whole family fit in that first car they got.  At that time all seven of their children we born and they were from 2 to 18 years old.  I don’t think they had station wagons like we had when I was a kid!  It didn’t have a radio, either.  They got their first radio in 1924 and it wasn’t in their car.

Let’s get back to the time of the featured photo.  After moving around for several years, H. C. and Daisy’s son Orville built a small house on his place for them in 1940.  “When they became ill” the house was moved to the property of my grandparents Fred and Myrtle Bucklin.  That was in 1950.  So the picture was probably taken on the porch of that small house before it was moved to my grandparents’ property.

But all of that information isn’t necessary to enjoy the photo.  It’s a charming photo on its own.  It pictures my mom’s grandfather in the way that she knew him.  He liked to walk around his yard barefoot and in his overalls (the only clothes that his wife didn’t make for him).  And sometimes he took time to pose for a photo for his teen-aged granddaughter Betty Lou.  She would then post it on her blog to share with the cousins.

Oh, wait!  No, that’s me that does that.  Enjoy.

 

A Portrait of Pee Paw

Robert Joseph Landry, circa 1914. Photo edit by Van Landry

I thought I would continue my grandparent theme again this week.  Two weeks ago I had my paternal grandmother featured.  Last week I had a photo of both of my maternal grandparents.  So that just leaves my paternal grandfather.

But not only that, I had photos that showed them in really good light.  In Mee Maw’s case, I meant that literally.  The lighting of the photo was really special.  Last week with Grandpa and Grandma, the photo was really good of both of them and the twinkle in Grandma’s eyes was noticeable.  So I had to do something special for Pee Paw as well.

Fortunately for all of us, I obtained a really good photo of him earlier this year when a few of us Landry cousins got together to share our photographic treasures.  This photo is from the Secret Collection.  It is a very small photo.  It might have actually been in a locket that my grandmother had.  I could be mistaken.  But trust me, it was small and it had several creases in it.  I cleaned it up tonight so I could share it with everyone.

As I said, this was my paternal grandfather.  His name was Robert Joseph Landry, Sr., though he went by Rob and Bob when he was this age.  He was born Jan. 9, 1893, in Westlake, Louisiana, to Simon Alcide Joseph Landry and Marie Celeste Leveque Landry.  Alcide had fought in the Civil War out of Brusly, Louisiana, and later married his half first cousin Marguerite Baselite Landry Leveque’s daughter Celeste.  The family moved to southwestern Louisiana shortly before Rob was born.  He grew up in Westlake and I know they were still there in 1912.  I have a photo of him in 1912 and another one of him from 1915, and this one looks like it was taken between those times.

It’s such a great photo of him.  It looks like a studio portrait.  Very professional.  I wonder what the occasion was?  He was mainly involved with baseball during this time.  I’m sure it was taken before he joined the military in 1917.  All this speculating makes me realize how little I know about the details of his life.  When we cousins got together to share photos, I discovered that his hearing loss was a result of a training accident during his time in the military.  That’s what led to his discharge and why he wore a hearing aid the rest of his life.

So I am discovering more as I keep exploring all of my relatives.  I’m also getting these great photos.   And I share it all with my adoring fans.  Can you believe it?  I’ve posted at least one post a week – every week – for the past four years. That’s a lot of posts!   l intend to keep writing them. 

Why stop now?  I’m on a roll!