A Fortunate Young Gentleman

Congratulatory letter from 1921 sent to Erie Patureau before her marriage later that month.

The main thing I’m sharing today is a letter that I saw for the first time last year.  It was in Box 301 in my Aunt Wana’s attic.  I’ve shared a few wonderful photos that were hiding away in that box, and there are still a few more to come.  There were a few other documents in there as well.  They mostly were associated with the Patureau family name, which is the family of my paternal grandmother Germaine Erie Patureau.  This is a letter that was addressed to her, but in some way it was directed to my grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Sr.

If you look at the head of the letter (which I just did), you’ll see that it is from the desk of Edwin L. Stephens, who was the president of Southwestern Louisiana Institute in Lafayette, Louisiana, at the time.  He addressed her as Erie and identified himself as her friend.  Young Erie had left Plaquemine, Louisiana, in 1912 after finishing high school.  Her father Max Patureau moved the whole family to Lafayette that year because he was starting a veterinarian practice in the Lafayette area.  Her maternal grandmother had moved there a few years previous.

That worked out well for Erie because she started at SLI that year.  I think she took three years to get her teaching certificate and started teaching in Lafayette subsequently.  She was teaching elementary school children, so I don’t think she was associated with SLI in any professional way.  In the 1920 Census she is shown in the household of her aunt Clemence Babin Landry.  Clemence was the half-sister of Erie’s mother Marie Therese Landry Patureau, who had died in 1909.  Clemence and Marie Therese were two of the daughters of Marie Amelie “Belite” Bujol Landry Babin.  Grandma Belite was also in this 1920 household.  Her second husband had died the year before.  I descend from her and her first husband, who was Trasimond Landry.  Her second husband was Magloire Babin.

I don’t know why my grandmother was in the household of Clemence and her husband Louis Landry.  I think her dad was living in Lafayette at the time, but I have yet to be able to find Max Patureau in the 1920 Census.  Where was he?  Maybe I haven’t searched with all the possible ways of spelling the name Patureau by various people over the years:  Pattero, Paturo, Pacherou, Patterow, Pattercan, Pastureau.  Sometimes you have to get really creative with your spelling to find someone.

Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. circa 1918 during World War I

If I didn’t know my family, I would think that she might have met her husband-to-be because Rob Landry was the youngest brother of Louis Landry.  But he wasn’t just her aunt’s brother-in-law, he was the first cousin of Erie’s deceased mother.  So she didn’t meet him during that time, but she may have seen him more and heard about his comings and goings from his brother.  

During her time in Lafayette, Rob had been involved with semi-professional baseball and also joined the military.  He went off to training in Virginia.  He never actually saw any action because the war ended and he was discharged.  I don’t know when their courtship began or when they decided to get married.  I have some photos from July 1921 that look like they might be engagement photos, but they could have been engaged for a while.

But when the president of SLI heard about the engagement, he felt a need to send Erie a note of congratulations to the fortunate young gentleman in winning such a fine girl.  I’ve always heard that it was improper to congratulate a woman on hearing of an engagement.  It is appropriate, however, to offer her best wishes.  And that’s what he did – he wished them both long life and happiness. 

So they tried with the best of their abilities to make his wish come true.

Louis Charles Bucklin Circa 1882

Louis Charles Bucklin circa 1882 in Iowa.

This is a difficult photo.  I have two versions of the original photo, but neither of them is very good.  Both of them are really grainy, faded, and blurry.  That’s the good part.  One of them has holes all over it, like it had been chewed on by a rat at some point.  It also has some tracing on it like someone tried to define some of the edges on it.  Like I said, this is a difficult photo.

But that’s no reason to ignore it over and over again!  I decided it was time to work at making it look a little better.  And, yes, this is the final result as of now.  I think it looks relatively good now.  Maybe one day with software improvements, we’ll get something better.  But in doing so, we will probably lose a lot of the charm of the photo.  There is something charming about these old photos that LOOK like old photos.  The graininess – the faded light – the sepia color – It all adds to the charm.  Then again, some photos that have charm are also really sharp.  I prefer those.

This is a photo of my great grandfather Louis Charles Bucklin.  His son Fred was the father of my mom Betty Lou Bucklin Landry.  Louis was born in Masonville, Iowa, on April 11, 1873.  His father was James A. Bucklin, whose family hails from Massachusetts for many generations.  His mother was Mary Ann McGrath, who had immigrated to the United States in the mid 1800s during the Great Potato Famine in Ireland.  I wish I knew the year that they came to America, but I’m sure the family had been in Ireland for generations.

His parents had such distinctly different backgrounds.  That is so different to my dad’s family where cousins married cousins through the years.  His DNA is French, and I can’t even tell which side of his family many of my DNA matches come from.  It’s easy with people who are related to me through Louis Bucklin.  If their family was from Massachusetts, they were connected to the Bucklin lines.  If their family was from Ireland, I connect to them through the McGrath and Mooney lines.

But Louis’s family was no longer stationary.  James and Mary Ann were married in 1854 in Springfield, Massachusetts, but they didn’t stay there.  They moved on to Iowa in 1864 and then to Louisiana in 1884.  They settled in Hathaway, Louisiana, and didn’t move away again.  Maybe they were planning on moving every 20 years, but they just didn’t live long enough!  James died at age 69 in 1890, and Mary Ann died at age 66 in 1900.

Louis was just a little older than he is in the photo when he moved to Louisiana.  His teenage years were spent in Louisiana.  I know he had a childhood sweetheart name May Ausman, but that relationship didn’t last.  When Louis went off to Ohio Normal University in Ohio in 1893, he received a letter from May breaking it off.  It was a traumatic time for him, because his older sister Jennie died shortly after that.  Louis returned home and dedicated himself to the family farm.  When his mother needed some help around the house, she called on a local girl to help out.  That girl was young Addie Hine.  I should say young woman.  She was 18 years old when her family moved down to Louisiana from Indiana in 1894.

Louis must have found Addie attractive.  Or maybe he liked the way she cleaned the house.  The attraction was mutual, and the young couple got married on June 12, 1898, in Lake Charles, Louisiana.   They set up home in Hathaway, Louisiana, and they lived happily ever after.

Valentine Jodie in 1955

Jodie Lou Landry on Feb. 14, 1955, in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

I like to have posts associated with family get togethers for various holidays.  I’ve done several posts about Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving.  It’s usually pretty easy because there were photos taken at these occasions.  Other holidays were not as big and didn’t get much photographic documentation.  Valentine’s Day is one of those.  I did write a post about it six years ago with a weird fishy Valentine card from 80 years ago.

So today when I was going through my photos to look for something to write about, I came across this sweet old photo.  It’s perfect!  This was taken on Valentine’s Day in 1955 when my family was living in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  It was from before I was born.  I was the fifth child and at the time of this photo, there was only one child and another on the way.

My parents were Bob Landry and Betty Lou Bucklin.  They got married on All Saint’s Day in 1952.  Just under a year later, they welcomed into the world little Jodie Lou on October 14, 1953, in California.  My dad was in the Air Force at the time, and he was stationed at Edwards Air Force Base.  It was at or near the Mojave Desert.  After living there two years, they moved to Kirtland Air Force Base in Albuquerque.

This setup looks like something my mom would have done to surprise my dad.  It’s such a cute photo of Jodie with her little heart and Cupid’s arrow.  I’m sure my dad really appreciated it.  I’m not embarrassing anyone by posting this photo.  Jodie is no longer with us, but I don’t think she would have minded me using this photo to for a Valentine blog.

So with a ‘card’ that is 70 years in the making, my mom, my sister, and I wish you a happy Valentine’s Day!

 

Erie Patureau Circa 1910

Germaine Erie Patureau circa 1910 in Plaquemine, Louisiana.

Here is a photo of my paternal grandmother when she was around 14 or 15 years old.  You remember her, right?  Her grandchildren all knew her as Mee Maw and they all think that they’re her favorite.  I found something my dad wrote years ago, and it said that she tried to make sure that we all felt that way.  It must have worked.

Her name was Germaine Erie Patureau and she was born on August 6, 1895, in Crescent, Louisiana.  That is a small community just west of Plaquemine, Louisiana, along the Bayou Road.  She was the second generation of the French Patureau family that was born in the United States.  Her grandfather Ferdinand Patureau was born in France, but he died in 1877 after a tragic accident in his sawmill.

Her father was Max Patureau who was born in Mexico in 1865 when the family moved there temporarily during the American Civil War.  The family came back to Plaquemine later in 1865 and that’s where Max grew up.  It was a large family, and they spoke both English and French.  Max’s mother was Marie Emma Landry.  When he got married in 1888, he married Marie Therese Landry.  Marie Therese’s father was Trasimond Landry, who was a first cousin of Max’s mother Emma.

Max and Therese had a large family as well, and Erie was the fourth child.  After her birth, Therese gave birth to ten more children over the next fourteen years.  Her mom didn’t have much of a break during that time.  On top of that, not all of those children survived.  A set of twins born in 1900 only lived for a few days.  In 1904 Therese’s sister Manette died after giving birth to a daughter with the same name.  Therese and Max’s last three children were born in 1906, 1907, and 1909.  Then they died in 1908, 1908, and 1909, respectively.  Sadly, Therese died in 1909 as well.  She gave birth to a daughter on September 28th, she died on October 4th, and the newborn daughter died on October 9th.

This must have been a really tough time for our Erie.  This photo was taken some time around then.  She was a young high school girl growing up in a Cajun/French household in southern Louisiana and she just lost her mother.  If you think of that when you look at this photo, you might see some sadness in her eyes.  Or that could just be the characteristic shape of her eyes that has been passed down to many of her grandchildren. (I’ve always thought of them as droopy eyes.)

My line of the family didn’t stay in Plaquemine much longer.  Erie would finish high school in 1912.  At around the same time, Max decided to move the family to Lafayette to build a larger veterinarian practice.  Erie would enter higher education at Southwest Louisiana Institute (SLI) to study to become a teacher.  She taught first grade in Lafayette a few years but then decided to marry a Landry of her own.  She married Rob Landry on November 12, 1921, at St. John’s Cathedral in Lafayette.  They then made their home in Lake Charles and lived happily ever after.