A Big Landry Family Reunion

1991 get together of Landry family members

I posted a video of our family singing last week.  The previous post was a post about the Landry side of my family.  Since my family name is Landry, it would seem that last week was another Landry post.  But technically it wasn’t.  Because my mom was a Bucklin and we are just as much Bucklin as Landry.  Plus in the video, a brother of each of my parents showed up.  But to break the Landry-Bucklin tie, my mom’s brother Austin had one of his granddaughters with him.  Little Violet broke the tie, making it a Bucklin post after all.  That clears the way to post another Landry-related story this week.

I want to make a Landry post because of a comment on Facebook about the video.  A distant Landry cousin suggested that I bring my guitar to the big Landry Family Reunion during the Great Acadian Awakening event coming up next month.  It is also known as the Grand Reveil Acadien and it is held every few years in southern Louisiana.  This year it is from Oct. 11-19 and it has events in Lafayette, Broussard, St. Martinville, Abbeville, Loreauville, and more.  There are grand ceremonies, workshops, presentations, masses in French, French Tables, music, food, and more.  Part of that more is a big Landry Reunion on October 16 from 5:00-9:00PM in Lafayette.   More information can be found at louisiane-acadie.com.   Anyone with the Landry name in their family tree is invited to attend the reunion.  

Since I was writing about Landry family members getting together, I thought it would be appropriate to use these photos from 1991.  I have been looking at them a while and thinking it was time to use them in one of my posts.  Especially since they include some Landry family members getting together.  It wasn’t a family reunion, though.  I think it was a gathering of a few cousins who were interested in family history.  I have used information from three of them pretty extensively in my posts about the Landry family.

Of course, most of that information came from my dad. In case you don’t know him, Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Jr. is the man shown on the far left of the first photo.  He spent about forty years tracing his lines back to the founders of Acadie.  At the time of the photo, he was only 62 and had spent about 20 years researching.  I have all of his research and collected photos that he had.  I think he got some of them from these cousins.  Next to my dad is Bernadine Haydell Landry, the wife of Tommy Landry.  Landry was her married name.  

In the middle of the photo is Alice Naomi “Sis” Landry Vincent.  She was my dad’s first cousin.  Daddy’s father was Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry, Sr. and Sis’s father was Louis Joseph Peter Landry.  Rob and Louis were the sons of Simon Alcide Landry and Marie Celeste Leveque Landry.  Sis collected a lot of old Landry photos and Daddy made a video of her around the time of this photo.  In the video she talked about the history of their shared Landry family.  It has so much great family information about the Landrys of that generation.  Even though she is Daddy’s first cousin, she was twenty years older than him.  That’s because Rob (my Pee Paw) was the baby of the family.  In 1991, Sis was my dad’s only paternal first cousin that was still alive.  She died in 1996.  I don’t remember ever meeting her.  I’m sure she was at some family get togethers I went to.  

The man wearing the tie is Tommy Landry, the husband of Bernadine.  Our connection to Tommy is through my grandmother Germaine Erie Patureau Landry.  Erie was known to us grandchildren as Mee Maw.  Tommy and Erie were first cousins because Erie’s mother (Marie Therese Landry Patureau) was the sister of Tommy’s father (Thomas Belisaire Landry).  Therese and Thomas were the children of Trasimond Landry and Marie Amelie “Belite” Bujol Landry Babin.  Tommy did a lot of research about his family and one of the books that he put together was about Trasimond Landry.  I refer to that book all of the time.  He lived here in Baton Rouge, and I remember meeting him once.  It was before my interest in family history, so I didn’t thank him for writing that wonderful book of family information.  He died in 2005.

1991 photo of Landry family members

The woman on the far right is Myrtle “Myrt” Amelie Landry Cazes.  She was also a grandchild of Trasimond and Belite, so therefore a first cousin of Tommy and my grandmother Erie.  She was also the mother of Lew Cazes, who can be seen in the red shirt in the second photo. 

In Tommy’s book, he says that Lew had the biggest collection of information or memorabilia about Trasimond Landry.  Or was that Thomas Richey who said it in his book about Trasimond?  Somebody said it and I believed it.  I’ve gotten together with some of Myrt and Lew’s family, and they’ve shared some great photos with me, including these two.

But I don’t believe everything Tommy says in his book.  He has a photo of himself with Sis and Myrt.  Above the photo it says that they are the grandchildren of Trasimond Landry.  But Sis is not a granddaughter of Trasimond.  She is a granddaughter of Belite Bujol and Belite’s second husband Maglorie Babin.  Sis is a half-first cousin to Tommy and Myrt.  But she also has a Landry connection.  Belite and Magloire’s daughter Clemence Babin was married to Louis Landry.  They are Sis’s parents.  Louis was the son of Alcide Landry, who was the younger brother of Trasimond.  So, Sis is also a second cousin to Tommy and Myrt.  She is also a half first cousin once removed to my dad.

I tried to make that as clear as I could, but when I got to that last sentence, I realized I had failed in the attempt.  Whether it is accurate or not is beside the point.  When I have photos of my dad with his cousins, it gets complicated quickly.  I didn’t even talk about the fact that Marie Celeste Leveque’s mother was a Landry also.  That adds more connections to these people.  Because Belite’s mother and Marie Celeste’s mother were Landry sisters.  So, if you are related to these people, you may want to attend that Landry family reunion.

Jada – Looking Back 10 Years

Last week I was looking for old recordings of our family band from back in the 70s and 80s.  I thought I had some files on my computer or some old CDs.  I didn’t find any on my computer, but I did find an old CD.  But it wouldn’t play on anything that I have.  It’s an old recordable CD, so that may be the issue.  When those things came out, we thought they’d be good forever!  I guess that is not the case.

Today when I first started to consider a topic for tonight’s post, I remembered something.  I do have a recording of our family singing – at least some of them.  It’s a recording of my parents, my sisters Jamie and Karen, and me singing and playing in Lake Charles when we were making arrangements for my parents to move into assisted living.  Then it donged on me – that was 10 years ago.  A ten-year anniversary is sufficient for making a Throwback Thursday.

I would have liked a recording of the whole family, but I’m not even sure we have that.  When I think of the family band, I think of the years that we played at Shakey’s Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles, Louisiana, from 1976 to 1981.  And the name we performed under was – drumroll please – The Landry Family Band.  When we started, the oldest three kids – Jodie, Rob, and Karen – were in college, while the younger three – Al, Van (myself), and Jamie – were in high school.  That first year of performing – the 1976-1977 school year – was the only time that three of us were in high school at the same time. 

Jodie had gotten married to her first husband in 1973, and by this time they had moved to Texas A&M.  Rob started a Louisiana Tech in 1973, so he was away for most of the time.  They didn’t play at Shakey’s as much as the rest of us.  Karen went to McNeese in Lake Charles and actually got a job at Shakey’s, so she was there a lot.  During the first year, we played Wednesday through Saturday nights.  I don’t know how we did that with three of us in high school.

After the first year, Al graduated and he went to Tech as well, which meant he wasn’t at Shakey’s as much as Karen, Jamie, and me.  But when he was there, we got to play some of the Dixieland songs.  Daddy had a book that had arrangements for Dixieland songs to be played by the trumpet, clarinet, and trombone.  Those are the instruments that Al, Karen, and I played, respectively.  There were a few of the songs that we played regularly.  I can’t remember the names of all of those tunes, but one of my favorites was Bluin’ the Blues.  It was kind of jazzy, and it was a fun arrangement for all of us.

The one we did the most, though, had to have been Jada.  “Jada! Jada! Jada, Jada, Jean Jean Jean.”  Those were the words that I always sang.  But I looked up the words online tonight and realized that I’ve said them wrong all these years!!  It’s only been 50 years!  The correct lyrics are, “Ja-Da, Ja-Da. Ja-Da Ja-Da jing jing jing.”  When I posted this video 10 years ago, someone made the comment, “Jing jing jing.”  I didn’t think he knew the song, so I thought he just typed what he thought he heard.  Wrong, wrong, wrong.  Oh, well.  I still think I will sing “Jean Jean Jean” in honor of Karen, whose middle name was Jean.

When we recorded the song 10 years ago, we didn’t have all of our musical instruments.  It was Landry Family Band Lite.  So Daddy had to improvise.  He didn’t let us stop with just one quick verse.  He started us up again and accompanied us with his scat version of the trombone part of the arrangement.  I find it very charming.

Landry Family – December 1947

Hello, people!  It’s time for a post about my dad’s side of the family.  Of course, you probably know that already because you’ve been paying attention and know that last week I wrote about my mom’s family.  I’m just joking, because I have to refer back to my post from the past few weeks to see what I need to write about.  I’ve written so many posts through the years.  

The Robert Joseph “Bob” and Germaine “Erie” Patureau Landry family in Lake Charles, Louisiana, on December 27, 1947.

I found a few photos that I thought of using, but when I came to this photo, my mind was made up right away.  It’s just happenstance in regard to which file folder I might look into when I start my searches.  This photo came from the file called The Secret Collection.  (Shhh!  Don’t tell anyone!)  It is curated by my cousin Daphne, and it was passed down by her mother Germaine Landry Winn.  Aunt Germaine was my dad’s (Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Jr.) older sister who was closest in age to him.

There are several older photos like this of the family that were taken through the years in the back of the family home in Lake Charles.  It’s a photo taken around December 27, 1947.  That is the date that was printed on the back of the photo by the place that processed the film – Mac’s Camera Shop.  The photo was probably taken at Christmastime or maybe even at Thanksgiving.  It depends on how many photos they were taking back then.

I like the photo because it has my dad in it when he was just 18 years old.  It also has both of his parents (Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Sr. and Germaine Erie Patureau), a few of his siblings, and one brother-in-law.  You can probably tell that I don’t know the occasion for this photo from what I’ve said earlier.  But I am able to identify everyone in the photo.  The names of everyone were written on the back of the photo by some family member.  It could have been an aunt or a cousin.  My dad is identified as Bobbie, which is how he was known by the family.  My grandfather is identified as Pee Paw, which is what us grandkids called him.  He is also identified as Bob Landry.  Sometimes he is referred to as Bob in photos, while other times he is called Rob.  Since my dad is Bob and my brother is Rob, I usually stick with using Pee Paw to identify him, especially in a group family photo such as this.

The two Bob Landrys are on either end of this grouping of family.  On the left is 18-year-old Bob.  He graduated from Landry Memorial in 1946, so he would have been starting his third year in college at McNeese.  He was involved with the band but wouldn’t become involved with barbershop quartets until the next year.  He also hadn’t met my mom yet.  So much more was yet to come.  Next to him is his younger sister Wana.  She was only 15 at the time.  I wonder what she liked to talk about back then.  She was always a talker.  I bet she was a fast talker back then.  Yet she looks rather calm in this photo.

Next to her in the back row is older brother A. J. (Alcide Joseph).  He wasn’t married at the time.  He had spent some time in the military during World War II but had come back home at this point.  A. J. was the second of the eight kids.  Older sister Marie had gotten married in 1945 to Malloy Reeves.  He is the other guy in the back row of this photo, but Marie is nowhere to be found!  Why is Malloy there, but not Marie?  But Uncle Hubert wasn’t there either.  He was third of eight.  He had married Mildred Sutherlin in 1946.  Maybe they were at home taking care of the First.  My godmother – and cousin – Shirley was just an infant at the time, so Mee Maw and Pee Paw had just become grandparents.  I guess that is a sufficient reason to take a photo.

I still need to identify the youngest three of the eight siblings.  In the middle of the photo is Frances Mae, sometimes known as Framay.  She looks very happy in this photo.  For some reason this photo of her reminds me of Daphne.  But Daphne is the daughter of Aunt Germaine (who is also not present in this photo).  But still, it’s what I see.  Standing in the front of the photo with his mother’s hands on his shoulder is little Johnny.  He was only 11 years old at the time.  I’m sure he was a handful.  He was mischievous even as an old man!  I enjoyed having him as my godfather.

So there it is.  A sweet little family photo from 1947.  It might have been Christmas.  It might have been earlier.  It’s likely to be the earliest photo of my grandparents when they became grandparents.  I like it.

Myrtle Graduated 100 Years Ago

I was wanting to post something about Grandma today.  It was her turn, and I didn’t want to go way back in the past to some great great ancestor or something.  I started looking at my Phenice related photos on my computer.  I saw this photo, which I really love.  It’s such a wonderful photo of her, but I had used it before.  I went back and checked on how long it had been.  It’s been nine years ago that I shared it.  It was then that I noticed that it had been one hundred years since she graduated from high school.  How could I pass up a post about a 100-year celebration?!  It’s a centennial!

Myrtle Sylvia Phenice graduated from high school in Jennings, Louisiana, on May 29, 1925.

I also can share the enhanced version of the photo.  Isn’t it great?  It’s so formal and serious.  Myrtle Sylvia Phenice was a vision in white.  I’ve always thought that she looked like she could have had Native American blood in her.  The DNA of her children does not show any.  Maybe it’s just the dark hair and strong cheekbones.  She was a striking young woman.

Myrtle was born on December 19, 1906, in Hathaway, Louisiana, to Harry Clifton Phenice and Daisy Martha Keys Phenice.  “She was always a rather bashful child and continue(d) to be a rather bashful adult.”  Harry or H.C. was born in Butler, Pennsylvania, to a family that had been in Pennsylvania for several generations.  Daisy was born in the London borough of Hackney, and her family was all English.  Somehow H.C. and Daisy got together, married, and started a family in Louisiana.

Myrtle was the third of seven children.  She had an older sister, a younger sister, and five brothers.  She was close to all of them, so I knew them.  Most of them lived in or near Jefferson Davis Parish when I grew up there.  Sometimes I would see them at her house, and other times I’d see them at family get togethers or reunions.  My fondest memories of them are when her sisters were at her house and they would just laugh and laugh.

Myrtle’s school career was varied.  It started in a one-room school called St. Elmo, which was four miles northeast of their home in Elton.  This is where she learned to love reading and spelling.  She went to schools in the China, Raymond, and Hathaway area.  All of those places are in the northern part of Jeff Davis Parish.  She also had a year in Kinder, which is in the neighboring Allen Parish.  She even had her older sister Grace as a teacher one year.  Besides reading and spelling, Myrtle had an interest in music and basketball.

In the third grade she won first place in a singing contest sponsored by the Women’s Christian Temperance Union.  She also learned how to play piano from her mother.  Later, at the age of fourteen, she took piano lessons from a Mrs. Gray.  She received what she called invaluable practice from Mr. and Mrs. Gray for singing and playing piano.  Her basketball skills were coached by Dr. L. E. Shirley when she was in eighth and ninth grades.  My grandmother reported that they had strong teams both years and that she “played basketball with a vengeance.”  I was a witness to one of the last times she played basketball.  It was at our family Christmas get together in 1977 at our home in Jennings.  I call it Basketball Spectaculare and it was thoroughly entertaining.  If you were there, you know what I’m talking about.

She graduated from high school in Jennings, Louisiana, on May 29, 1925.  I didn’t write about it in May, but it’s not too late now.  It was probably 100 years ago at this time of the year that she started her college career at Southwest Louisiana Institute in Lafayette.  She got a teaching certificate from SLI after two years.  It was good for life.  Even after SLI changed its name to USL and later to ULL.

Some of you may have wondered how I remembered all of this information about my grandmother.  I didn’t.  My grandmother wrote a small blurb about herself and her family for her cousin Edith Keys Segraves.  Cousin Edith was a family historian who put together an invaluable book about their Keys-Cook family.  I’m so glad Grandma cooperated with her and gave her some family info.  I’m sure it’s all true.  If she said she was a bashful adult, she must have been.  I will not doubt her, even though my mother did scoff at that proclamation when she read it!  Some people’s children!