Addie and Her Children Circa 1949

I have a few photos of my great grandmother Addie with her children.  I don’t have a really good one of them, but I’m still surprised that I’ve never posted one of them.  I did post one of her surrounded by her children at the grave of her husband Lou, but that was more about his death.  There is nothing cheerful about it.  And rightfully so.

Addie Bucklin and some of her children circa 1949 in Hathaway, Louisiana.

Not that this photo is so cheerful.  But it’s a decent photo of Addie with some of her children.  So let me tell you more about Addie.  She was born Addie May Hine on Sept. 23, 1876, in Noblesville, Indiana.  She moved with her family to Louisiana in 1894 when she was 18.  

I think she may have done odd jobs to get spending money, because she ended up helping Mrs. Mary Ann Bucklin (born McGrath) with chores around her house.  Mrs. Bucklin’s youngest son by the name of Louis Charles was a few years older than Addie and they became fond of one another.  They ended up getting married on June 12, 1898.  They are my mom’s paternal grandparents.

Addie and Lou ended up having twelve children together.  Their fourth child Paul was born in 1903, but lived a short life.  Their fifth child Carl was deaf and may have had some other disability and he didn’t show up in many photos.  Their 10th child was Robert and he died in 1944 when he was almost 33.  I think this photo was taken after that point.  Louis died in 1927.

So I’m thinking that this photo was taken around 1949.  It looks semi-posed and everyone was trying to deal with the wind and the sun.  On the far left in the billowing white dress is Edna Bucklin Keys.  She was the ninth child and the middle daughter.  Next to her is Ralph Bucklin.  He was the third child, yet the first one to have a child of his own.  The next person in the photo is great grandma Addie.  If I have the date correct, she would be about 73 years old in this photo.  I remember Mama talking about her having dark hair even when she was elderly.  Behind Addie may be her son Fred Bucklin, my grandfather.  It’s difficult to tell from this small, somewhat blurry photo.  He and his twin brother Clarence were the seventh and eighth children of Addie. 

The next person in the photo is Ruth Bucklin Bruchhaus.  She and her twin Roy are the last two children.  Roy is standing next to her.  Or is that Leo?  Or is that Leo standing between and behind them?  Or is that one Clarence?  One of the brothers is missing and I’m not sure which one it is.  Maybe this is why I don’t post photos of Grandpa and his brothers.  It’s bad enough that he has an identical twin and I can’t tell them apart.  I do know that the brother on the far right is Herbert.  He was the sixth child of Addie and the middle son.

There.  I’m done.  I think the wind got in my eyes.  That’s what I’m blaming my confusion on.  Or maybe it was the sun.  Again, I am relying on cousins to help me out with the identities on the uncles in question.  Thanks in advance.


Feb. 25, 2023 Update

Boy, I don’t know what was going on when I wrote that post.  I completely overlooked one of Addie’s daughters in the post.  The weird thing is that I’ve never noticed it before now, and neither has anyone else.  Let that be a lesson in genealogy.  Sometimes you overlook things, but it is never too late to go back and make a correction or two.  And don’t ever let it stop you from trying.  

So the photo of Addie May Hine Bucklin with her children include, from left to right:  Edna Bucklin Keys, Ralph Bucklin, Addie, Fred Bucklin, Ruth Bucklin Bruchhaus, Mary Bucklin Phenice, Clarence Bucklin, Roy Bucklin, and Herbert Bucklin.  And the photo was not taken in 1949, it was taken in September of 1948 at the celebration of Addie’s 72nd birthday.

Thanks to Carla Bucklin Lafleur for her input on the Bucklin sisters.  

Mee Maw Enjoying Her Grandchildren

I was planning on posting a different photo today.  I had thought that I would follow up on a topic that I started a while back.  I was thinking I would post a photo of Mee Maw giving one of her grandchildren a haircut.  I posted a photo of my other grandmother cutting someone’s hair a while back and thought I’d show off Mee Maw’s skills as well.  But when I was going through the photos to find that other photo, I found this one.  I tried to be disciplined, so I found the photo of the hair-styling session.  But it didn’t speak to me. 

My paternal grandmother Germaine Erie Patureau Landry was known by her grandchildren as Mee Maw. Her she is with some of her grandchildren around 1956.

But this one did.  So that’s what I’m going with.  It’s a photo from the Secret Collection.  I estimate it to be from around 1956 based on the apparent ages of the cousins that I can recognize.   One of the main reasons I posted this photo is because of the nice smile on Mee Maw’s face.  She looks so happy to be surrounded by all of her young grandchildren and their friends.  It looks to be somebody’s birthday party.

I can’t even tell whose birthday party it might be.  My cousin Douglas Winn is in the center at the front of the table.  Since the photo came from his family, it’s highly likely that it was his birthday.  Yet the cake (I think that is a cake!) is front of another cousin Mark Reeves on the left with the blonde hair.  He is also under the festive balloons.   Whatever the occasion, it looks like they are having a wonderful time.

Cousin Hubey Landry is on the left in the doorway.  He’s got a big smile.  Of course reigning over all of the cousins is the First.  She had to stand on a chair to make sure her prominence was unmistakable!  That would be my cousin and godmother Shirley Landry (now Shaw) with her hands firmly planted on her hips.  That other girl looks like she’s trying to garner some of the attention with a sassy and flamboyant stance.  This might be cousin Daphne Winn (now Morton), though I don’t associate that attitude with her.  It looks like a Paula Raley attitude, but this was way before her time and it doesn’t look like her.

The other cousin that I can identify is Dennis Landry who is sitting in the welcoming lap of our dear Mee Maw.  Wasn’t he the fortunate one!  I know that some of the other children in the photo are definitely friends, though there may be another cousin or two in there.  Is that Patricia Duffy (now Rauser) next to Mark?  I’m sure I’ll get some more information from the First or another of my cousins.  They help us young ones in our quest for older family history.


Sept. 24, 2021 – Follow-up

Two more cousins have been identified with the help of the cousins.  The two children on the left edge of the photo are Daphne Winn and Kenny Landry.  It also was agreed that the event is most likely Douglas Winn’s birthday party.

The Landrys at Hodges Gardens in 1967

One of my sister Jodie’s good friends from back in the day shared an old photo that I had posted a few years ago.  It was a photo from 1967 of the Northside Jr. High School band party that my dad held at our house every year.  Those were lots of fun when we were young and we could hang around all those older kids.  My mom would make cookies and other snacks, and there were games to play and people to talk to.  The picture from 1967 was really good, but I had cleaned it up and enhanced it since I had originally posted it.  So I went back to my 1960s photo folder and found the new and improved version and shared it.

Jodie, Karen, Al, Rob, Van, and Jamie Landry at Hodges Gardens (south of Many, Louisiana) in May of 1967.

But when I was looking for that band party photo, I came across this photo from the same year.  I had cleaned it up and enhanced it around the same time.  It’s such a great photo of the Landry kids when we really were kids.  And it’s in living color.

Now let me tell you who we all are.  First off, we were the six children of Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Jr. and Betty Lou Bucklin Landry.  Starting on the left, we have Jodie who was the oldest.  She had just become a teenager the past October.  She would be starting high school at Jennings High School later in the year.  Next in the photo is Karen, who is the only one out of order as related to birth order.  She was the third child and younger than Rob, my oldest brother.  He’s the tallest one in the photo, but he didn’t stay the tallest for much longer.  You can see his face even though Al is standing in front of him.  That would change.  Al ended up being the tallest of us all (including our father).

And next in line is me.  My name is Van and I’m the cute little boy in front with the striped shirt.  When I was this age, my mom always said that I was supposed to end up being the tallest.  It was some scientific truth or something.  They measure children at birth and compare it to their size at two years old and then predict their ultimate height.  I was supposed to be 6’4″ tall.  I never liked the sound of that, so I decided to stop at 6’0″.  And I did.  Mind over science wins every time!  I never minded that I was the shortest brother.  Plus I knew that Rob wouldn’t have been happy if both of his younger brothers would look down on him.  It’s the least that I could do.

The Landry kids standing in front of the Country Squire car. It was the perfect car for a family of eight. My mom (Betty Lou Bucklin Landry) is sitting in the driver’s seat of the car.

Speaking of not being happy, that brings us to Jamie.  She looks a bit sad.  This must have been her blue period.  It started the previous Christmas and looks to have continued to this point.  Looking at subsequent photos, she seems to have recovered. But she looks unhappy in both of the photos.  She was the youngest of the six kids and there was less than nine years separating Jodie and Jamie.

I had to post this second photo because it has the old wood-panel station wagon that we had during this period.  Even though my mom is shown in the driver’s seat, she wasn’t the one driving.  She didn’t learn to drive until she was 36, which was about two years later.  I remember sitting in the back seat of that car with Jamie when a woman named Mrs. Langley taught my mom to drive.

These photos were taken at Hodges Gardens.  I always remembered it being in Many, Louisiana.  I looked it up and it is actually in Sabine Parish about 15 miles south of Many.  There were lots of rose bushes and other flowering plants on the grounds.  It was closed a few years ago after spending a few years as a state park.

But our family went there when it was a relatively new place with lots of flowers around.  Good memories.

A Happy Story About Joe Bucklin

Kat and the Hat

That’s right.  Today I’m writing a happy story about Joe Bucklin.   Joe was the brother of my great grandfather Louis Charles Bucklin.  Two of Louis’s sons were Fred and Roy Bucklin.  Fred had a daughter named Betty Lou, who was born on May 20th.  Roy had a daughter named Jeannette, who was also born on May 20th.  My mom was Betty Lou and she was several years older than Jeannette, who was the mother of Kristi.

Kristi is the reason for this happy story of Joe Bucklin.  She has a friend – a friend named Kat – and Kat had a hat.  It wasn’t just any old hat.  Well, it was an old hat.  It was a very old hat.  And Kat had the hat, but she didn’t remember how she came across the hat.  The hat was interesting, because it had a name in the hat that reminded Kat of Kristi.  She knew that Kristi’s mother was a Bucklin.  Likewise, the name in the hat of the friend whose name was Kat was that.

What am I doing?  This story’s getting twisty, so let’s get back to Kristi.  Kristi heard from Kat about the hat.  She was wondering if she knew her history to possibly solve this mystery.  She wondered if Kristi knew who J. C. Bucklin was and if she had ever seen the hat.  Kristi didn’t have a clue, so she asked the son of Betty Lou.

Joe Bucklin with his hat circa 1909 in Jennings, Louisiana.

I recognized the name and the hat immediately.  I was so excited to see it.  Of course it was Joseph C. Bucklin!  He always looked so dapper in that old hat.  Of course, it wasn’t an old hat when Joe wore it.  It was probably very stylish.  He and his brother Edd had a clothing store in downtown Jennings, Louisiana, in the early 1900s called Bucklin Bros.  One of the things that he sold in the store was Stetson hats.  You can see that listed in this article from 1912 in the Jennings newspaper.

Bucklin Bros. of Jennings, Louisiana, in 1912. From the Jennings Daily Times Record of Sept. 21, 1912.

I was excited to find this photo of the interior of Bucklin Bros. store from over 100 years ago.  I had seen a version of it previously and all it showed was a big blob of black.  This is much better.  There are lots of shelves and display cases for those Bucklin brothers to display their merchandise.  Uncle Joe and Uncle Edd had it going on for a while there.  And to think that a piece of that history has survived until now.

I wish I knew the story of the hat.  And how Kat found the hat.  Joe moved from Jennings a few years later with his third wife.  She had been a milliner.  How about that?  She sold women’s hats.  They moved to Florida in 1915.  I found another newspaper article that published a letter he wrote that said he had settled in his new home on January 11th of that year.  I wonder how that hat made its way back to the Jennings area?  It wasn’t a family member that had possession of it all those years.

It was a woman named Kat that had the hat.  As a matter of fact, I’ve told you that.  You also know that it belonged to Joe,  an uncle of mine, to Lou he was Bro.  But now that hat has a new place to be:  Kristi is posting a package for me!

 

 

 


I’ve previously written two sad stories about Joe Bucklin.  There are lots of tragedies in his life and those stories are not as lighthearted as this one is.

A Very Sad Story

The Sad History Surrounding Joe Bucklin

Pluto and Betty Lou: The Prequel

Robert Joseph Landry, Jr. and Betty Lou Bucklin in June of 1952 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

I had another topic that I was thinking about writing tonight, but when I sat down to start, I changed my mind.  I decided to find something from the time when my parents were together but not married.  There aren’t many photos from that period, because they didn’t have an extended engagement.  Comparing that short time to the 64 years that they spent together explains why most of their photos together were taken after they were married.

Before they were married, my dad was known as Pluto Landry and my mom was known as Betty Lou Bucklin.  But after they were married, it seems that people usually referred to them as Bob and Betty.  Even when referring to each other, my dad would call her Betty and my mom would call him Bob.  Of course when they were talking to each other, they called each other Honey.

So the prequel to Bob and Betty is the story of Pluto and Betty Lou.  I’ve mentioned previously that they first met in 1950 when my mom went to a Solo and Ensemble Music Festival at LSU in Baton Rouge.  She was looking for the right building to go to, and he was a student there in the band and he was more than willing to help that pretty young baritone player from Hathaway find her way.

Daddy was studying music education at LSU, but then McNeese went from a junior college to a four year college.  So he went back to school in his hometown of Lake Charles to get his bachelor’s degree.  He was the first music student to give a senior recital and he was in the first graduating commencement at McNeese State College on May 26, 1952.

But his senior year of college was a special one.  Betty Lou Bucklin graduated from Hathaway High School in 1951 and she decided to attend McNeese as well.  And since both of them were in band and played the baritone, it was inevitable that they would meet.  Of course my dad had seen a list of the new band members and recognized my mom’s name and made sure to speak to her sooner rather than later!  It wasn’t long before they went on their first date.

I found out a few details about that first date after I posted a story a while back.  I mentioned the name of Harvey Prejean, who was a friend of my dad’s from high school.  Come to find out. my mom and dad’s first date was on a double date with Harvey.  It also happened to be the first time both my mom or dad ever ate pizza.  That sounds like such a commonplace food to eat nowadays, but I suppose it wasn’t back then.  Or maybe my parents led incredibly sheltered lives!  They obviously liked pizza, because our family used to sing at a pizza parlor and we’d eat pizza all the time.

But then trouble between Bob and Betty developed.  Not really, they never had a troubled relationship.  My dad was brought up Catholic and he was devoted to that denomination.  When he found out that my mom was a Methodist, he decided to call it off.  According to my mom, he had been burned by some other non-Catholic girl and wasn’t keen on trusting another one.

They went a short time without seeing each other.  Of course they both played baritone in the band and saw each other every day.  My dad soon realized that he did not want to live his life without that sweet girl from the country.  My mom agreed to becoming a Catholic so they could get married in the Catholic Church.  Interestingly, mom’s older sister Sylvia also was seriously dating a Catholic man and she too decided to join the Catholic Church.  They went through the education and rites together.  When it was time for them to choose godparents, they asked if they could be each other’s godmother.  Strangely, it was allowed. 

So my mom became a Catholic and my parents were married on Nov. 1, 1952.  So began the years of Bob and Betty.

Hine Family Reunion 1989

August 12, 1989 – The descendants of George Hine and Susan G. Stanbrough Hine in Jennings, Louisiana.

I’ve been wanting to post these photos for a while, but I was a bit overwhelmed by how many people are in the main photo.  I’m still overwhelmed because I haven’t figured out a way to label everyone in the photo.  I decided to go ahead and post the photos anyway.  If I get some identification on several people, I’ll figure it out then. 

The photos were taken on August 12, 1989, at the Hine family reunion.  I’m pretty sure it took place in Jennings, Louisiana, though it could have been in Elton.  I just don’t remember.  (Yes it was in Jennings.  At the home of Darlene Hine Landry.) When I got this photo a few years ago, I hadn’t even thought of that reunion since it happened.  I don’t have many memories about it.  My memory was somewhat refreshed back in November of 2019 when I wrote about the 30 year anniversary of my sister Jodie’s death.  I shared some of my journal entries from back in 1989, and one of them mentions the Hine Reunion that I attended.  That’s how I knew the date was August 12, 1989, and that I played horseshoes at the event.

August 12, 1989 – The Hine Family Reunion. This group includes the descendants of George and Sue Hine’s oldest child Addie May Hine Bucklin.

Most of my memories from that year are associated with Jodie.  The last time we visited.  The last time we spoke.  Her funeral.  I remember lots of things from that year, but not this reunion.  But I did go.  The pictures prove it.  Since I associated that year with Jodie, I’ll explain our relationship to the people in the photo.  Jodie and I (and our four siblings) were the children of Betty Lou Bucklin Landry and Bob Landry.  My mom is where the connection lies.  Of course it does!  My dad only has French ancestry and Hine is a German name.  My mom’s father was Fred Bucklin and he was the son of Addie May Hine Bucklin.  Addie was the oldest of six children (like Jodie was) of George Henry Hine and Susan G. Stanbrough Hine.  The reunion was for all of the descendants of Grandpa George and Grandma Sue.

August 12, 1989 – Darlene Hine Landry with old family photos.

I went to the reunion with my parents.  I am on the far right in both of the photos.  My mom is sitting on the ground on the far right in the first photo.  In the second photo she is standing next to me on the back row.  My dad is standing next to me on the back row in the first photo.  The first photo is the whole group that attended the reunion.  It includes the descendants of all six of George and Sue Hine’s children.  The second photo only includes the descendants of Addie Hine Bucklin.  I know who some of those people are.  I’ll try to name a few of them. 

On the far left is my mom’s first cousin Jeannette Bucklin.  She and my mom shared a May 20th birthday and she was my teacher at Northside Jr. High.  Her daughter Kristi is three spots over on the back row in a yellow blouse.  In front of her and to the right is Shirley Petree Bruchhaus.  She was my algebra teacher at Jennings High School and she was married to my mom’s first cousin Laurence Bruchhaus.  A few spots over to the right is Uvonne Bruchhaus Domingue holding her infant son Cade.  Next to her is our 2nd cousin Carol Taylor Fraser with her children Julia and Andrew.

I should know the older woman standing in front of my dad, but I’m not sure.  The younger woman in front of my dad is Arlene Keys Ware, my mom’s first cousin.  I’m thinking that her brother might be on the back row, but again I’m not sure.  I am sure that someone will be helping me out with some identifications.

The third photo is of Darlene Hine Landry.  She was my grandfather’s first cousin.  Like my mom, she married a Landry.  I’m not closely related to that Landry, but I think the connection is through the subject of one of my recent posts.  I think he descends from the brother of my Marie Magdeleine Granger.   At the time this photo was taken, I was not that interested in all of those photos she has laid out on the table.  Fortunately family members like Louise and Joseph have made sure the photos have been protected and they share generously.  I recognize all  of those photos because I have digital copies of them.  I also have a copy of that family tree on the board behind Darlene in the photo.  It includes the names of all of those Hine descendants up to that time.

The tree continues to grow.  Why just recently I added a little Jacob to it.  Welcome to the Hine family, Jacob.

Hine Family tree for Susan Stanbrough and George Hine by great grandson Ken Hine in 1989.

Our Patureau Matriarch Was a Landry: Emma’s Death Notice

For some reason I was thinking about these death notices that are keepsakes in my dad’s family.  I’m pretty sure they come from my Mee Maw – my paternal grandmother Germaine Erie Patureau Landry.  I was thinking it was time to share another one.  Plus it was time to write a post about the Patureau line of the family.  And again, a Patureau post ends up being a Landry post as well.  That’s what you get when  you have three generations in a row of a Landry marrying a Patureau.

Death notice for Marie Emma Landry Patureau from 1892 in Plaquemine, Louisiana.  (Shared with me by my cousin Daphne AKA the Keeper of the Secret Collection)

I didn’t exactly remember which ancestors I had copies of death notices for.  So when I saw this one, I knew it was the topic for discussion today.  It fit all of the criteria for what I was looking for.  Then I had to decide on a name for the post.  Sometimes I just sit there for several minutes waiting for an interesting name to come to me.  I can’t start writing until I settle on a name for the post.  Mainly because I think the program won’t let me.  And actually I could be wrong about that.  Oh, well.  It is what it is.

My last name is Landry, but one of my posts is titled “I Am a Patureau.”  Now I’d like to remind all of my Patureau kin out there – and there are lots of you – you can also say “I Am a Landry” because our matriarch was a Landry.  Marie Emma Landry was born on November 10, 1829, in St. Gabriel, Louisiana.  She was the daughter of Elie Onezime Landry (1800-1880) and Jeanne Zerbine Dupuy (1807-1886).  Both of those are Cajun/Acadian surnames, but  Emma’s maternal grandmother was from a French line. 

So when Emma married French immigrant Ferdinand Pierre Patureau on February 10, 1847, she wasn’t the first one in her family to marry “outside the family.”  Isn’t that a weird term?  I found myself saying that about cousins in the Landry and Patureau family lines who didn’t marry their cousins.  It seems like that trend has mostly fallen by the wayside.

Anyway, Emma and Ferdinand were married and had a large family.  I spoke about that once before, so I won’t go through all of the names again.  She gave birth to over a dozen children, as did her son Max’s (my great grandfather) Landry wife Marie Therese.  It definitely was a trend in the Patureau family groups.  I know I’ve got over a thousand cousins that I’ve identified from that group.  That is a lot.

The Jan. 8, 1881, Iberville South has an article that mentions Widow F. Patureau.

Ferdinand died in 1877 after an accident that occurred in his sawmill.  According to a newspaper article in 1881, Emma was declared owner of half of the Iberville Saw Mill.  I suppose that was the name of the sawmill that Ferdinand owned.  I find the article confusing because it mentions Widow F. Patureau who I’m pretty sure is Emma Landry Patureau.  But it also mentions L. Patureau and I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be Emma or someone else – most likely a son – Leobon? 

Another article from 1884 thanks Mrs. Patureau for her tasty honey in a comb that came from her apiary in town.  I’m thinking it probably is Emma, though it could be her son Leobon’s wife.  In an earlier article they talk about Emma Patureau by name and talk about her recommending the use of the Howe sewing machine. 

Jan. 12, 1889 article from The Iberville South in Plaquemine, Louisiana.

It wasn’t all sweetness and light for Emma, though.  In the Jan. 12, 1889, article in The Iberville South, there was a report that there was an attempted burglary of her home.  Nothing was taken, so it was supposed that the person or persons were frightened off.  Evidently she was not harmed either, or that would have been noted.  I’m sure it was probably a bit of a scare for her.  Who would do that to our poor old widowed grandmother?  Wait!  She was actually younger than me when that happened to her!  When you’re young, and sometimes still, 60 years old sounds old.  When you make it to that age – if you make it to that age – it doesn’t seem that old.  In this situation, an attempted burglary can be off-putting to anyone at any age.

We all know from the beginning of this article that she didn’t live much longer.  She was only 62 years old when she died.  That seems really young now.  In the newspaper reporting on her death, it said that she was 63 years old and 1 month.  From my calculations, she was 62 years and 2 months.  But more importantly it talks about her being a well respected and loved citizen who will be missed. 

She died at her home at 3:30 in the morning on Sunday January 24, 1892.  To me that implies that someone was with her and knew she was dying.  How else would they know the time of her death?  I’d like to think that it meant she was surrounded by loving family members and/or friends when she died.  The death notice was posted later that day to inform those interested of the time of her funeral.  From the funeral, the procession was to move to St. John’s Church.

St. John’s Church is the Catholic Church in Plaquemine.  The Catholic cemetery is nearby.  I’m sure she was buried in that graveyard, yet there is no evidence of it now.  There is a large Patureau tomb (at least, there usually is – don’t ask) and her name is not on any of the plaques.  Her husband and many of her children have their names engraved on them.  For some reason her name is not.  That may be remedied soon.  She deserves some respect.

Myrtle the Teacher in 1949

Myrtle Sylvia Phenice Bucklin in 1949 at Hathaway High School in Hathaway, Louisiana.

Here is a photo of my maternal grandmother Myrtle Sylvia Phenice Bucklin.  The photo was taken in 1949 when Grandma was a schoolteacher at Hathaway High School during the 1949/1950 school year.  Of course she wasn’t a grandmother back then.  She was just a mom to her five children.  I think her oldest daughter Sylvia had graduated high school the previous school year and was just beginning college at Lafayette.  My mom Betty Lou was starting her junior year of high school.  She would graduate in 1951 and that was the first year that students graduated with 12 years of school instead of 11.

So does that mean that there wasn’t a graduating class of 1950?  I never really thought to ask about that before.  And how long did my mom’s class know that they were going to have to attend 12 years of school instead of 11 before they were able to graduate?  Did they have a freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior years before that?  Whatever it was, it was not the year my mom graduated, even though she was a year behind her sister Sylvia.  My mom would have to go through another school year before she was able to graduate.

By the time her younger sisters Alma and Loris graduated, they were probably used to the idea of graduating in 12 years of school.  Austin was the youngest child and the only boy.  He was around 7 years old at the time this photo was taken.  His only scholarly concern at that time might have been wondering if he was going to have his mother as his teacher for the third grade.  That was mainly what Myrtle taught.  She wanted to get those kids in their formative years and make sure that they learned how to spell correctly!

She started teaching around 1928 after getting her Teaching Certificate.  She stopped when she got married in 1930 to have children and raise a family.  She resumed teaching in 1945 and continued to 23 years or so.  My earliest memories of her were of her being a teacher.  I don’t remember ever going to her classroom like my older sister Karen did.  I might have, but we tend to forget things through the years.  Especially if we don’t have a photo to reinforce the memory.  So that’s why I’m sharing this photo and story today.  So we’ll all remember Mrs. Myrtle Bucklin, the famed 3rd grade teacher from Hathaway High School.

Landry Family in Lafayette, Louisiana

Four generations of Landry family that lived in Lafayette, Louisiana, circa 1930. Sitting in front is my great grandmother Marie Celeste Leveque Landry. Behind her from left to right is her son Louis Joseph Landry and her grandson Thornwell Fay Landry holding twin sons Thornwell Fay, Jr. and Louis.

When I was growing up, I always thought of the Landry family as being from Lake Charles, Louisiana.  That’s where my dad (Robert Joseph Landry, Jr. – Bob – Pluto) was born and where he grew up.  My parents (Bob and Betty Lou Bucklin Landry) settled in Jennings, Louisiana, and that’s where my siblings and I grew up.  Almost all of my Landry cousins lived in Lake Charles, so it made sense to me:  The Landry family was from Lake Charles – always and forever – amen. 

But that wasn’t really true then and it is even less so now.  What I was aware of when I was a kid were my own first cousins.  There were so many of us.  Then there were the Bouquets.  That was a family group from my dad’s first cousin.  They were a big family, too.  I didn’t really know how we were related, but I knew they were cousins.  Trying to explain it now still gets me confused.  There were so many cousin marriages in that part of the family.

When I started collecting photos and exploring family connections, I was surprised at how many cousins lived in Lafayette.  My Mee Maw (paternal grandmother Germaine Erie Patureau Landry) was born in Plaquemine and grew up there, but ended up in Lake Charles after she was married to her mom’s first cousin Robert Joseph Landry, Sr.  I knew she lived in Lafayette for a while, but didn’t know the details.  I found out that her dad (Vincent Maximilian Patureau) had moved to Lafayette in 1912 and started a veterinarian practice there.

1920 Census in Lafayette showing Louis Joseph Landry’s household, which included his mother-in-law Amalie Babin (my great great grandmother Belite) and niece Erie Patureau (my Mee Maw).

He moved close to where his mother-in-law Mrs. P. M. Babin lived.  You remember her, right?  That was my great great grandmother Marie Amelie “Belite” Bujol Landry Babin.  She was my Mee Maw’s grandmother.  She had moved there a few years earlier with her second husband Magloire Babin (Her first husband was Trasimond Landry).  Mack Babin died in 1919 in Lafayette.  Belite must have decided to move in with other family members at that point, because in the 1920 Census she is in the household of her daughter Clemence Babin Landry.

The topic of this post came about from the first photo that I posted.  It is not a photo of my great great grandmother Belite, it is a photo of my great grandmother Marie Celeste Leveque Landry.  Sorry about the confusion.  They were first cousins by their Landry mothers.  I wish I had a photo of them together, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one.  So when I was exploring the photo of Grandma Celeste with her Landry offspring, I remembered that she ended up living in Lafayette at some point as well.  I was assuming that I would find her in the household of Louis. 

I did find her in Lafayette in the 1930 Census, but she was in the household of her other son Sebastien Landry.  What was he doing there?  He was the Landry patriarch of the Bouquet family that I mentioned being in Lake Charles.  That just seems wrong, but then I discovered that he moved back to Lake Charles by 1935.  His mother died in 1934 and was buried in Lake Charles.  He probably moved back to be near his daughter and grandchildren.

Since he and his offspring lived in Lake Charles along with my dad and his siblings, those were the family members that we knew.  Louis Joseph and Clemence’s offspring did not live there, so the families lost touch.  It’s what happens when family moves around.  Maybe one day one of my sibling’s grandchildren will wonder,  “Didn’t Grandma (or Grandpa or whatever cool name they came up with) have a brother that did some family research?  I wonder if he ever found anything interesting?”

That grandchild will search for my name, find this story, and say, “Boy, that guy sure does ramble a lot!”

H. C. Sings a Jaunty Tune

Daisy Keys and Harry Clifton Phenice in 1950 at the time of their Golden Anniversary.

Toward the beginning of last year (Feb. 13, 2020), I wrote a post about my great grandfather Harry Clifton Phenice.  He was my mother’s maternal grandfather.  In that post I shared a recording of him playing the song “Soldier’s Joy” on his violin.  The recording was from June 12, 1943, in Hathaway, Louisiana, the hometown of my mom Betty Lou Bucklin Landry.  In the beginning of that recording, a family member gives the date and says that the Phenice family was getting together for the first time to make a phonographic record of their time together.

That tune on the fiddle wasn’t the only music made that day.  Not by far.  One of the songs on the recording really got  my attention.  It was a song that H. C. sang solo.  It was not the best recording, but I thought it was a fun little tune.  I listened to it over and over again to try to figure out the words to the song.  I tried to search for a few song lyrics, but I was never able to find a result.  Then last week I was thinking it was time to share that song with everyone.  So I listened to it again to see if I could determine what song it was.  So I did a search with the precise words that I could make out.  I did a search for “whene’er I meet upon the street” and I got a result.  That’s right.  I got one result.   And it was the song I was looking for.

It was on a website that had Old Time Song Lyrics on it.  I knew that I could now share the song with everyone.  It had a word or two different that I couldn’t make sense of.  Then I found another site that had the sheet music for the song.  That’s right!  The sheet music.  It was the correct lyrics of the song, but it doesn’t match the melody.  The song was by Fred Wilson and it was published in 1865.  That song was as old to my great grandfather as this recording is to us today. 

The name of the song is “The Gal With the Roguish Eye.”  No wonder I couldn’t tell what old H. C. was singing about in that tune!  It starts with

“Oh, I think it very pleasant to promenade the street

and gaze upon the fashion of each pretty girl I meet.

With little hats and bonnets and boots (cost nine or ten),

Which makes her altogether more expensive than the men.”

It’s kind of unusual lyrics for a song.  Most men don’t talk about the fashions of women and talk about their little hats and bonnets!  I’m not really sure what the line about boots costing nine or ten means.  It was over 150 years ago, so it could be referring to boots costing 10 dollars.  I suppose that would be considered expensive in those days.  And then it continues with

“Oh, dear oh, it makes me feel so shy

Whene’er I meet upon the street that gal with a roguish eye.

Oh, dear oh, it makes me feel so shy

Whene’er I meet upon the street that gal with a roguish eye!

I love the words to this song!  H. C. really sounds like a character and I’m sure he was giving a playful smile to his wife Daisy when he sang this song.  The definition for roguish in this context is playfully mischievous in a flirty way.  H.C. was 68 years old when this song was recorded.  My mom would have been 10 years old.  She always said he was a pleasant fellow.  I think it comes through in the song.  What do you think?  Give it a listen.

It’s such a fun song.  I’ve been singing it almost every day over the last week or so.  So I thought I’d sing along with him.  I recorded myself singing the second verse of the song.  It goes like this:

“Among the smiling faces, there’s one above the rest

who dresses with the greatest care and of the very best.

She don’t appear to mind me whene’er she’s passing by

But drops her veil clear o’er her face to hide her roguish eye.

If I knew how to do an edit to make it sound like an old recording, I’d do it.  That would be just the opposite of what I do with the photos all of the time.  The verse sounds okay, but my favorite part is when I’m singing together with my great grandfather!  How fun is that?!  If we’re fortunate, one day my brothers and I will meet up with our great grandfather in a Place Out of Time and sing that old tune together.  In the meantime, you can enjoy this rendition.

 

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