Mee Maw: Gone for 50 Years

I can’t believe I missed this 50th anniversary in my life.  How did none of my cousins help me out and remind me of this important milestone?  I can’t give them a hard time, because last week and previously they helped me out in identifying people in my photos.  But they are fortunate that I’m posting another photo of our beloved Mee Maw for the second week in a row.  I don’t normally do that, but I can’t let this anniversary pass by unnoticed.

This is the only photo that I have of both of my grandmothers. This was taken on August 10, 1973, in Jennings, Louisiana. Germaine Erie Patureau Landry is in the center of the photo, and to her right is my maternal grandmother Myrtle Sylvia Phenice Bucklin.

The anniversary I’m talking about is the death of my paternal grandmother when I was 12 years old.   I hadn’t really thought about it until tonight.  I was looking for something to post about my maternal grandmother and thought I’d look for something in the early 70s.  When I saw this photo, I remembered that it was the last photo of Mee Maw that I know of.  (I don’t count the ones of her in her coffin.  I’m just talking about ones when she was still upright and breathing!)  I knew that Jodie got married in the summer of 1973, so Mee Maw died shortly after that. 

I looked it up and my records show that Germaine Erie Patureau Landry died on September 2, 1973.  I always intended to use this photo to commemorate the death of Mee Maw.  It’s not the best quality photo.  It came from a cheap Instamatic (probably the Kodak X-15) camera, and it was printed with a matte finish.  That finish is the worst one for scanning photos.  You’re better off taking a photo of it with another camera in diffused light.  I cleaned it up as best I could.

But the photo is so good in other ways.  It’s a nice photo of my sister Jodie on her wedding day with her grandmothers.  My younger sister Jamie is on the left in the photo, and she is smiling nicely as well.  It’s a cute photo of my cousin Charla when she was just 7 years old.  Charla’s mother Alma was the sister of my mother Betty Lou.  Alma and Betty Lou were two of the daughters of Myrtle Phenice Bucklin.  Grandma is standing behind Charla.  Mee Maw is the one in the center of the photo with the white hair.  I don’t know who the guy on the far left is.

One of the things I remember about my grandmother’s death is that she died in her sleep.  It seems like I knew that that was one of her wishes before she died.  She wanted to die in her sleep and that’s how it happened.  That was a comfort.  I’m pretty sure she died in her daughter Marie’s house.  It was definitely in the house of one of her daughters.  The other thing I remember about her death was that her funeral was the first time we ever saw our dad cry.  This is something my sister Karen used to always remind me of.   

Fifty years gone.  I have fond memories of her.  Teaching me to play Solitaire.  Teaching all of us kids how to play Canasta.  Watching baseball with me. Telling me a white lie.  Being a loving grandmother.  Telling me that I was her favorite!  She will continue to be missed.

The Bunch of Landrys in 1959

The Landry cousins getting together for a birthday party in December of 1959 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

Boy, there are a bunch of people in this photo!  Of course, that was always the case when the Landry family got together for holidays and such.  This was back in the 1950s in Lake Charles, Louisiana, at the home of paternal grandmother Germaine Erie Patureau Landry.  She went by her middle name Erie, but of course we grandkids only knew her as Mee Maw.

It’s interesting that this is a photo of the Landry cousins, because there are only two people in this photo that are still Landrys.  That would be my two older brothers – Rob and Al.  And the ones who carried the Landry name forward – my dad Robert Joseph “Bob” or “Pluto” Landry, Jr. and my grandfather Robert Joseph “Rob” or “Pappy” Landry, Sr. – aren’t even in the photo.

I’m estimating that this photo was taken in December of 1959.  That is based on the blonde girl holding a dollar bill and my mom holding a baby that looks like my brother Al.  The blonde is my cousin Patricia Winn and her birthday is in December.  My mom is the woman on the left with the cute saddle oxford shoes.  Her name was Betty Lou Bucklin Landry and she gave birth to my brother Al in July of 1959.  He looks five months old, right?

Our family was living in Lake Charles at the time.  My parents and my two oldest siblings – Jodie and Rob – moved to Lake Charles in 1956.  Later that year Karen was born there.  My dad had a job as the band director at LaGrange High School.  He grew up in Lake Charles and most of his immediate family lived there.  His dad – my Pee Paw – died in August of 1957, which is why he is not in this photo.  I have a different reason that I’m not in the photo.  I wasn’t born yet!  But when I was born in 1960 and my younger sister Jamie was born in 1962, the family still lived in Lake Charles.  It wasn’t until 1963 that we moved away from Lake Charles.

But move away we did.  But not that far.  We moved to Jennings, Louisiana, which is only 35 miles away.  I always thought it seemed so far away.  It took 40 minutes to get there.  That was forever when I was a kid.  I live in Baton Rouge now, and it can take longer than that just to get across town sometimes.  But I think that living that far away when we were kids made a difference.  I always thought that the other Landry cousins seemed closer to each other because they lived in the same town and could see each other more often.  When I was growing up, I always thought I’d end up living in Lake Charles where my cousins lived.  

That didn’t happen.  I live in Baton Rouge, but there are still lots of cousins around.  Though they are not as closely related.  When you spend a lot of time looking at family history and DNA, you find lots of cousins.  Plus my somewhat recent ancestors were from this part of the state.  They lived just across the river from where I live now.  The family has spread out all over the country.

But back when this photo was taken, the only family we knew was right there in Lake Charles.  I think it’s time to identify the people in the photo.  How bad can that be?  It’s only 18 people after all.  I’ll start with my immediate family that I’ve mentioned already.  Like I said earlier, that’s my mom holding my brother Al on the far left.  If Al kicked his foot, he’d hit my sister Jodie in the head.  In front of her in the very front of the photo is my sister Karen in the striped top.  Sitting directly across the table from Jodie is my brother Rob who is looking at her.  Standing behind Rob is my Mee Maw.  She’s the one reaching to hand the birthday girl another dollar bill.

My Mee Maw was 64 years old in this photo.  I was curious to know which of my cousins is the same age now as she was then.  I did some ciphering and determined that my brother Al is closest to that age now.  He was her most recent grandchild at that point.  Slightly older than Al was cousin Jeanne Raley.  She is not in the photo, but she was born earlier that year.  Maybe she had just been put down for a nap.  Her mother was my dad’s sister Frances Landry Raley.  Aunt Frances was holding Jeanne’s big brother Scott Raley.  They are the woman and young boy to the right of my mom and my brother Al.  Another sister of my dad was the mother of the birthday girl.  Her name was Germaine Landry Winn.  She is the other adult woman who was wearing white and standing in front of the refrigerator.

Aunt Germaine has all three of her children present.  Of course, she did.  They had all been born at this point and it was the celebration of Phyllis’s birthday.  Her oldest child was Douglas, who can be seen directly in front of Aunt Frances.  He’s got a big smile on his face and he’s sitting next to the birthday girl.  Their sister is Daphne, who is sitting next to Rob.  You can see her legs under the table.  Aunt Wana is on the far right.  She has four children in this photo.  She is holding her youngest son at the time – Tim Duffy.  

Wana’s oldest child Tricia is in the photo.  She’s on the left between Karen and Jodie.  She also has a big smile on her face.  The next oldest Duffy is Stephen.  He’s sitting in the front on the right and he’s looking right at us.  I think Gene Duffy is the one on his older cousin’s shoulders with his arms spread out.  So that just leaves the older cousin to identify.  He was the son of my dad’s oldest sister Marie Landry Reeves.  She is not in the picture, but her son Mark is.

Ok, I’m done.  If there are any corrections, please let me know.  I count on my cousins to point out any mistakes I make.  That’s what family is for, right?  

70th Anniversary of Becoming Parents

Bob and Betty Landry with daughter Jodie on June 19, 1954, in California.

Last year I wrote a few posts about the 70th anniversary of some of the events in my parents’ lives.  I talked about them meeting each other’s parents, getting engaged, and getting married.  When I wrote those posts, I also planned to write the post I’m writing tonight that celebrates the anniversary of them becoming parents.  The reminder I had was the realization that my older sister Jodie would have turned 70 in two days.  She was born on October 14, 1953, in California at Edward’s Air Force Base.

That’s the day that my parents became parents.  Before that, they were just Bob and Betty Landry.  My dad was Robert Joseph Landry, Jr. and he was born on January 31, 1929, in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  My mom was Betty Lou Bucklin and she was born on May 20, 1933, in Hathaway, Louisiana.  They were married on November 1, 1952, in Lake Charles.

So when Bob and Betty welcomed little Jodie Lou into the world all those years ago, they were 24 years old and 20 years old, respectively.  It’s so weird that I’ve always thought about the age they were when they had their first child.  I’ve never paid as much attention to their ages when they were married.  I guess I’ve always placed more importance on the time that they became parents. 

I think it was a special day for my parents as well.  When I think about why I say this, it brings up sad memories.  Sad, but very sweet.  In 1989, when Jodie was dying, Mama and Daddy went to be with her at the end.  When all Jodie could do was lie there in bed, my dad would just gently run his fingers over her forehead to soothe her.  For my mom, it brought back memories from when they were first parents.  My dad would do the same thing to try to help Jodie fall asleep.  It was such a difficult thing to lose a child.  I’m glad my mom was able to share that with me.  She also told me that it was particularly hard because Jodie was the one that made her a mom.  

Well, I wasn’t expecting all of that.  I was planning on writing a sweet little story.  But sometimes really good memories are associated with really painful ones.  The photo of the three of them in 1954 is particularly sweet.  Such a happy new family.  I’m pretty sure that this photo was hand-tinted by my mom from a black and white print.  I have the photo on my shelf here in my house, but I’m thinking it really needs to go to one of Jodie’s sons.  

It’s the only photo I thought of using when I thought of writing about the 70th anniversary of my parents’ big day.  I hope you like it.

Grandpa Phenice in the Yard Circa 1949

Harry Clifton Phenice in Hathaway, Louisiana, circa 1949.

I thought it was time for a Phenice post today.  For those of you who may not know, my maternal grandmother was a Phenice.  It is not a common last name.  From what I can tell, any time you see that last name in the United States, you can assume that the person is related to me.  And most of the time, you would be correct.  It’s pronounced like Fee-niss, with the accent on the first syllable.  

But I don’t think it was always pronounced or spelled that way.  I can see how the spelling would change through the years.  Even though my Grandma Myrtle (Phenice Bucklin) was a stickler for spelling, I don’t think her ancestors were.  Lots of names changed spelling because of Americanizing the names.  That’s what we do here in America – we assimilate.  Resistance is futile!

But it seems odd to me that the pronunciation would change so much.  In the mid 1800s, it must have been pronounced to rhyme with Tennessee, with the accent on the first syllable.  The Census workers would write the name as Finnessy.  In some documents it was written as Phenicy.  Those people writing it were most likely spelling it phonetically.  And if they had pronounced the name like I’ve heard our family pronounce it, you wouldn’t write it as Finnessy.

When I have DNA matches that are distant cousins, most of them spell the name as Phenicie.  So it looks like they most likely pronounce it with three syllables.  In the picture you see my great grandfather Harry Clifton Phenice.  We always refer to him as Grandpa Phenice or H. C.  He was my mom’s maternal grandfather, and she was quite fond of him.  He seemed like a very pleasant person.  I’ve always seen his name spelled as Phenice.  But his father was Samuel Charles Phenice.  I think he was the one who made the changes for some reason.  Early on, he signed his name as Phenicie.  I guess I should explain that back in those earlier years, the Phenice/Phenicie family lived in Pennsylvania.  My line was in Mercer County, but other Phenicie cousins were in Bedford and Franklin counties.  I’m not sure where the family immigrated from, or even when they came to the USA.  I don’t know the origin of the name.

Maybe Samuel changed the spelling for a reason from Phenicie to Phenice.  Maybe our group pronounced it with two syllables (no long E at the end of the name), so he dropped the second ‘i’ from the spelling.  If there was a reason or not, it didn’t help at all with getting people to pronounce the name correctly.  People are a little afraid to attempt to say it without hearing it said beforehand.

But now that I’ve explained it, you don’t have that problem.  And you may be able to understand why I always refer to him as H. C. and not Harry.  It’s what he preferred to be called.