My Dad’s Maternal Line

I try to switch back and forth between my father’s side of the family to my mom’s side of the family.  It’s only right that I give them equal time.  Plus I have stories to tell about both sides of the family.  Then I try to cover each of my grandparents’ lines about once a month.  But then a great story will come along and throw everything off, because I just have to share it with everyone.

So according to my figuring, it is time to write a Patureau post.   I looked through my info and decided on a story of my dad’s maternal line.  The only problem with that is that when you follow the maternal line, the surname changes every generation.  But my dad’s line is unusual.  He was a Bob Landry and his mother was Germaine “Erie” Patureau.  His grandmother was Marie Therese Landry.  His great grandmother was Marie Amelie “Belite” Bujol.  Belite was the daughter of Anna Adele Landry.

Death notice for Mrs. Amedee Bujol on March 14, 1899

So how is that for a Patureau story?  It’s full of the Landry name!  I shouldn’t be surprised, because everywhere you look in his tree you’ll find a Landry.  But then again, almost all of the Patureau families in southern Louisiana, Texas, and beyond descend from a Landry.  The Patureau immigrant Ferdinand Patureau was married to Marie Emma Landry, the half first cousin to Anna  Adele Landry.  So we’re all one big happy family anyway.

The impetus for this post is this death notice that I “found” last year.  Actually it was shared with me and other cousins by our cousin Daphne – she of the “Secret Collection.”  The death notice only identifies the deceased as “Mrs. Amedee Bujol,” with no indication of her first name or maiden name.  Then at some later date someone (my grandma Erie -better known as Mee Maw – or my dad) typed in more information.  But that information is only more facts about Amedee Bujol and not about Mrs. Amedee Bujol.

Well let me tell you who Mrs. Amedee Bujol was.  She was Anna Adele Landry.  She was born on June 21, 1817, in St. Gabriel, Louisiana.  Her parents were Manuel Landry and Celeste Bruneteau.  When she was 22 years old, she married the infamous Amedee Bujol (full name Joseph Hubert Amedee Bujol) and took his name.  Over the next thirteen years they became the parents of ten daughters in a row!  Finally in 1856, they gave birth to a son.  Amedee died the next year from exhaustion!  Not really.  He did die, but I don’t know what the cause was.  He was buried in Brusly, leaving Adele a widow with nine small children.  (Twin daughters had died in infancy in 1851.)

In the 1860 Census she was listed as “Widow A. Bujol” in the household of “Leveque & Bujol” in Iberville Parish.  It identifies Leveque & Bujol as planters, but there was a Louis Leveque in the household and he was a lawyer.  He was a first cousin of Amedee Bujol (his mother was a Leveque) and it looks like he may have been in business with Adele.  So they had a plantation or worked with a plantation in pre-Civil War times.  But the war was not too far off.

On April 26, 1861, Brusly had a big celebration with their citizens to cheer on those young men who were going off to fight for Southern Freedom.  There were bands playing and crowds cheering as the military men showed up with their new uniforms and armament.  Adele Landry Bujol (known as the Widow or Veuve Bujol) played a part in that celebration.  She and some of her “beautiful” daughters sewed a new company flag for the Acadian men of the Tirailleurs.  Her daughter Amelie “Belite” would later marry one of the war heroes from the Tirailleurs – Trasimond Landry.

My dad’s family tree showing maternal line to Anna Adele Landry Bujol

In the 1870 Census, Adele is listed as “Amedee Bujol,” a 52 year old female with three daughters, one son-in-law, and a domestic servant.  I can see being called the Widow Bujol, but it seems strange that she would be known by her husband’s name years after he died.  Finally in 1880, she is listed as Adele Bujol when she was living with her daughter Belite and Belite’s second husband Magloire Babin.  Belite did not stay a widow for very long like her mother had.  In fact, Trasimond died in Feb. 1879 of yellow fever and Belite gave birth to a child by Magloire Babin on May 31, 1880.  So she was married at least within seven months of Trasimond’s death.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.  It’s just such a difference from her mother being a widow for 43 years and her grandmother (Marie Francoise Leveque Bujol) being a widow for 51 years.

Before I found that death notice for Adele last year, the 1880 Census was the last record I could find for her.  So for her death, all I could know for sure was that it was “after 1880.”  So I was excited to finally find the exact date of her death.  It looks like she died on March 13, 1899, at the house of her daughter Mrs. J. A. Fourrier (nee Anaise Amenide Bujol) at 821 Main Street in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.  That’s not far from where I live.  She was buried across the river at the Catholic Cemetery in Brusly.  I would think she would be buried near Amedee.  I found his grave at the Brusly cemetery, but didn’t see hers. 

So ends my story of Mrs. J. H. A. Bujol.


March 27, 2020 – I went by the address where great great great Grandma Adele took her last breath.  This is not the house that was there in 1899, but it is the same location.

“Howdy, Y’All”

Betty Lou just a swingin’

How can you not like this photo?  Right?  Such a cheerful little photo.  I think I may have posted this photo before with another one as a comment on a blog post.  I thought it was time for it to have a blog post of its own.  Being that we are right in the middle of a coronavirus lock-down, I thought something a bit cheery was in order.  That “middle” definer in that last sentence might be a bit optimistic as well.  We shall see.

If you don’t already know, this is a photo of my dear sweet Mama.  Funny how that phrase reminds me of something so particular.  When I was in college, I went home one weekend.  Part of that weekend included washing my clothes.  I’m pretty sure that she was the one doing the washing!  The next week I put on a shirt and noticed something in the pocket.  I fished out a stick of gum that had a note attached that read, “From your dear sweet Mama!”  That’s my mom, a sweet one for sure.  I saved that little note, though I haven’t seen it in a while.  If I ever find it again, I’ll have to add it to this post.

So as I was saying, this is Betty Lou Bucklin Landry.  She was born in Hathaway, Louisiana, on May 20, 1933, with Dr. Fletcher from Elton in attendance.  At the time that this photo was taken, she was around 17 years old.  She was either a junior or senior in high school at Hathaway High.  Go Hornets!  She’s sitting on a swing in the china ball tree next to the old ice box.  Her dad Fred Bucklin had a plant nursery back then and you can see part of that in the background.  Just a quiet day in little old Hathaway in the early 50s.

When I first started writing this post, it looked like she was saying a big hello.  Now it looks like she is saying, “See you later!”

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 4 – Hebert/Melanson

Paul Hebert and Marguerite Melanson were my 5X great grandparents who came to Louisiana from Acadie via Maryland.

It’s time for another installment of the series about my ancestors who went through the Grand Derangement.  This was when the French-speaking inhabitants of Acadie were Exiled from their homeland by  the British.  The year was 1755 and there was a war going on between England and France.  So this made the English leery of those people who spoke funny and followed the Roman pope.  They were just altogether different and not to be tolerated.  So off they were sent with minimum belongings and maximum uncertainties.

Pierre Paul was the son of Paul Gaston Hebert & Marguerite Josephe Melanson.

The family line I’ll talk about this time is the most common Acadian/Cajun surname in Louisiana – or so I’ve been told.  I’ve always thought that the Landry name was the ‘Smith’ of southern Louisiana.  But I’ve been corrected by some of my Hebert kin.  It seems that the Hebert name is the most common.  But that’s okay with me.  I once said that I am a Patureau.  Well, now I am saying, “I am an Hebert.”  Let’s look at that connection.

Record of the 1736 marriage of Paul Hebert & Marguerite Josephe Melanson. The title of the entry shows Marie Josephe Melanson, but the body of the entry shows the correct name of Marguerite Josephe Melanson

 On April 13, 1712, my 5X great grandfather Paul Gaston Hebert was born in St. Charles Aux Mines, Acadie.  His parents were Guillaume Hebert and Marie Josephe Dupuis.  On November 6, 1718, my 5X great grandmother Marguerite Josephe Melanson was born in Grand Pre, Acadie.  Her parents were Phillip Melanson & Marie Catherine Dugas. 

Paul and Marguerite  grew up in their parents’ households in Acadie before the Great Upheaval, as did several generations of their family before them.  Their great great grandparents had founded Acadie a hundred years previously.  Many generations had been born there and died there. Marguerite lost her mother in 1733, and she would be the last of this line to be buried there.  This also meant that her mother was not present when Marguerite married Paul on May 14, 1736, in Grand Pre.

In 1737 Marguerite and Paul had their first child, a son named Pierre Paul.  He was my 4XG grandfather.  Another son Joseph was born in 1739 and I don’t descend from him.  In 1745 they had a daughter named Anne Marie.  I descend from her.  Twice.  Oh, no.  That’s not right.  I descend from her three times through her two husbands.  But now I’m getting ahead of myself.

Marguerite and Paul had a total of nine children before the Grand Derangement in 1755.  The names were Pierre Paul, Joseph, Charles, Marie, Anne Marie, Ignace, Madeleine, Jean Baptiste, and Armand.  Considering some of my ancestors that were deported to Virginia and consequently to England where there was lots of disease and disasters, the Hebert family was fortunate to be sent to Georgetown, Maryland, for their period of Exile.  It was still no picnic in the park and I wouldn’t wish their treatment on anyone that I know.  They were expelled from their homes and shipped to an unwelcoming foreign place.

1763 Georgetown, Maryland, Census

And yet the family continued to grow.  During their first five years of Exile in Maryland, Marguerite and Paul had three more children:  Antoine, Paul, and Marguerite.   They had their youngest child in 1760, which was the same year that their oldest Pierre Paul got married.  He married a fellow Acadian Exile by the name of Marguerite LeBlanc.  I’m not certain of her parents, but I think their names were Antoine LeBlanc and Marie Babin.  I do know that Pierre Paul and Marguerite had a son named Charles in 1762.

So when the 1763 Census in Georgetown was taken of the French Neutrals, there were lots of Heberts to be found.  That is easy to see from the list of names.  The first group of names starts with Francois Hebert.  He was a first cousin to Paul Hebert.  Francois’s wife Marie Joseph Melancon was first cousin to Paul’s wife  Marguerite Joseph Melancon.  The next group listed is Paul and Marguerite.  Then there is Pierre Paul, Marguerite, and their new little son Charles.  The next three families listed are a Granger, a Babin, and a Brasseux.  The next one listed is Ignace Hebert, who is a brother of Paul.  The last family group on this page starts with the name Marguerite veuve Bellony LeBlanc.  That means that Marguerite was the widow of Bellony.   She was the sister of Paul Hebert, which shows that there were many family members present with them in Georgetown.

There is not much more information about their term of Exile in Maryland.  There is a marriage registered by Rev. Joseph Mosley in his journal.  It reads “26 Dec. 1765 (Thu) married Joseph Hebert and Anne Mary Landry; witnesses John Blake, Mrs. Witherstrand, and many French; second and third degree dispensations.”  That would be Paul Hebert & Marguerite Melanson’s son Joseph.  I think the dispensation was due to fact that the two lovebirds were cousins through the Melanson family name.  I’m sure that did not deter the “many French” from passing a good time!

When we next hear of this family group, they are among the Acadian Exiles who settled in St. Gabriel, Louisiana, on July 27, 1767.  According to the records, they owned one axe and two trunks.  Really?  Couldn’t they fit that axe in one of those trunks?  That just tells me that they weren’t very good packers!  Or maybe there was some significance to the axe that I’m not aware of.

In 1769 Anne Marie Hebert was 24 years old and at a good age for marrying.  So when she met another Acadian Exile who had settled in Louisiana, that’s just what she did.

But that story is for another time.

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Here is my family tree showing the shortest link to my Hebert ancestors.


For other installments of the “From Acadian to Cajun” series, just click on the following links:

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 1 – Landry/Babin

From Acadian to Cajun: Part 2 – Breau/Trahan

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

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

Addie May WIth a Son and a Cow

Roy Bucklin with his mother Addie May Hine Bucklin discussing cows.

For some reason I always seem to like photos of cows.  I also like paintings of cows.  So when I come across a photo of an ancestor with a cow, you know I’m gonna like it.  I’ve already posted a photo of my paternal great grandfather with a cow.  That’s because Grampa Max (Patureau) was a veterinarian.  Now it’s time to share a photo of my maternal great grandmother with a bovine companion (or two).

Addie May was her name, and cattle was her game.  Grandma Addie was born in Noblesville, Indiana, on Sept. 23, 1876.  Her parents were George and Sue Stanbrough Hine.  In the 1880 Census, George is identified as a farmer in Marion Township in Boone County, Indiana.  So little Addie grew up on a farm, which probably had at least a cow or two.

Farm journals of Louis Bucklin

The family moved to Louisiana in 1894 where George continued his farming on a homestead in the China community.  Addie met and married (in 1898) Louis Bucklin, whose family had been homesteading in the area since 1884.  Louis kept a journal that talked about all of the goings on at the farm.   He started them in 1893 and continued writing until his death in 1927.

Addie continued the farm and raised cattle with her sons Roy and Herbert.  I don’t really know that much about it, but I have seen newspaper articles that mentioned them showing their cattle and winning prizes at the Jeff Davis Parish Fair as well as regional showings.  I can’t find any of those articles right now, but I promise you there are several.  I know that Roy’s daughters Jeannette and Doris also got in on the act and made a name for themselves.

Van, Bob, and Betty Bucklin Landry visiting the old Bucklin farm truck of Addie Hine Bucklin in 2015. (Thanks to cousin Joseph for the photo.)

Addie died in 1960 a month after I was born.  Her sons Herbert and Roy took over the farm, as well as the truck that Addie used to drive to take care of her farming business.  That truck has long since retired, yet it is still around.  It is used as part of a stage in a cool barn in the Hathaway area.  I went to visit it with my mom and dad back in 2015 for one last nostalgic outing with them.

Nostalgic indeed.