Sue & Jennie’s 20th Birthday Bash

Birthday Celebration for Susan Stanbrough Hine and Edessa Jane Havenar on Oct. 3, 1926 in Raymond, Louisiana.

I have written a few posts that mention the 20th Annual Birthday Celebration of Mrs. Susan G. Hine and Mrs. W. E. Havenar.  My cousin Joseph shared some old photos from that event, so I shied away from writing about it before.  But I need to write about it.  There are some things I want to say.  First of all, the Sue mentioned in the title would be my great great grandmother Susan G. Stanbrough Hine.  I usually like to refer to her as Grandma Sue.   She was the mother of six children, and the oldest was her only daughter Addie May Hine Bucklin.  Addie was the mother of my grandfather Fred Bucklin.  He was the father of Betty Lou Bucklin, who was my mother.  The Jennie mentioned in the title was Edessa Jane “Jennie” Welton Havenar.  The two of them were friends who happened to share the same birthday:  October 3.

Newspaper article from 1926.

The newspaper article about the two women celebrating their birthday talk about how it was the 20th annual celebration.  Does that mean it was the 20th time they had the party?  I don’t really need to be that picky, but I also have an article from 1906 that describes that first celebration.  If they had it every year after that, the celebration in 1926 would be the 21st time they had it.  But it would also be the 20th anniversary of their first big bash.  Either way, Sue was celebrating her 75th birthday and Jennie was celebrating her 60th.  Grandma Sue is the older woman on the right side of the photo in the black dress.

Many of their family members and friends were also celebrating these two girls’ birthday.  And many of their family members and friends were relatives of mine.  There were family members from all of my mom’s side of the family.  There were many Keys, Hine, and Phenice family members mentioned in the newspaper article.  Both of my mom’s parents are in the photo, but it was before they were married.  My grandparents Fred Bucklin and Myrtle Phenice were married in 1930. 

I was going to say that even though they weren’t married yet, their families were already connected through the marriage of Fred’s sister Mary and Myrtle’s brother Sylvan earlier in 1926.  But the newspaper doesn’t list them together.  They list them separately as Mary Bucklin and Sylvan Phenice.  And newspapers were very particular about how they listed married people back then.  You see that Jennie is listed as Mrs. W. E. Havenar.  That’s because she was married to William Edward Havenar AND he was still alive.  Sue, on the other hand, was a widow.  So they use her given name of Susan and call her Mrs. Susan G. Hine.  If her husband had still been alive, they would have referred to her as Mrs. G. H. Hine – my great great grandfather was George Henry Hine.  I like my posts to be more personal, so I refer to them as Sue and Jennie.

But the newspaper article lists Mary and Sylvan separately, so it makes me question the information I have about their marriage date.  But I didn’t want to focus on them so much, I wanted to point out all of the family members that are in the photo.  Fred is the guy on the second row with the bow tie.  It might be his identical twin brother Clarence, but I think it is Fred.  You can find Myrtle by following the large branch that comes in from the right of the large tree trunk.  When it runs into the hat, the person in front of the hat is my grandmother. You can only see her head because she is directly behind two other women.  If you look to the left of Myrtle, there is a man in a straw hat.  That’s Myrtle’s brother Sylvan.  Between Myrtle and Sylvan is Mary Bucklin.  She is standing next to Daisy Keys Phenice, the mother of Myrtle.  Myrtle’s father Harry C. Phenice is standing next to Daisy and is wearing a white shirt.

I’m not going to list everyone.  I don’t even know them all.  I just wanted to show you the ones I descend from.  Even though Addie was at the event and is in several photos, I do not see her in this one.  Her husband Louis Bucklin was also alive at the time, but he avoided having his photo taken.  Part of that could be due to the fact that he lost an eye earlier on.  He had a glass eye that I believe is in a cousin’s possession.  I have never seen it – with either of my eyes.  Louis died the following year.  If you are interested in seeing more identified people, you can check out the post that Joseph wrote a few years ago.  There is a photo with the people numbered so they can be identified.  It is an ongoing project to identify as many of the people as possible. 

Or you can just enjoy looking at all of the faces of the people who helped Sue and Jennie celebrate their birthdays all those years ago.  It’s a great old photo.

Betty Lou the Artist

“Cabin in the Mountains” by Betty Lou Bucklin in 1950. This was her first “real” painting.

I’ve been thinking of writing this post for about a year now.  In a few of the photos I’ve posted, there have been some paintings by my mom in the background.  I always took them for granted because they were always there.  But some people were surprised to hear that my mom painted.  When I heard that, I knew I had to write a post that featured some paintings by my mom.  The easiest way to do that is to share some photos of her paintings that I own.

Betty Lou Bucklin circa 1950 in Hathaway, Louisiana.

This first painting was the first painting that my mom painted.  At least that’s what is written on the back of the painting.  It was painted around 1950 when she was a junior or senior in high school.  I’m sure she must have dabbled with paints and colors when she was growing up.  Otherwise she wouldn’t have had the talent or skills to produce a painting like this that she considers her first real painting.

It’s hard for me to imagine that my mom was painting something so nice when I see some of the photos of her from that time.  She just seems like a young country girl having fun playing basketball, singing at church, and performing with the band.  She had a lot of interests and seemed to be pretty good at most of them.  I could say that she was the worst skier, but to be fair that wasn’t really an interest of hers.  My dad taught water skiing, so when his new girlfriend said she couldn’t ski, he got it in his head to teach her.  After she got tired of drinking lake water, he agreed to concede – water skiing was not a skill of Betty Lou’s.  She was his only failure.  A fact that never seemed to bother Mama in the least!

“Path to the Lake” was a painting my mom did around 1977.

And even though that painting was the first one that my mom painted, it wasn’t the first one that I obtained.  I got my first one around 1977 or 1978.  I call it “The Path to the Lake” and it was painted around 1977.  There’s a story about why it is mine.  After she painted it, she was always changing the little shrub in the foreground on the right of the painting.  For some reason it always bothered her.  She called it a “trash shrub” and nothing she did to fix it was acceptable.  So one day I saw her getting her gesso out while sitting in front of that painting.  Gesso is a thick white paint that artists use to make a canvas smoother for painting, or to give yourself a clean surface to start a new painting.

I asked her what she was doing, and she said that she was going to paint over that trash shrub and start something new.  I told her that this was one of my favorite paintings of hers, so she gave it to me then and there.  I have always liked this painting, even that sweet little shrub on the right in the foreground.  It reminds me of a place near where we lived in North Carolina. 

1992 painting by Betty Lou Bucklin Landry “Still Life with Flowers”

One of the last paintings I got of my mom’s was this “Still Life with Flowers.”   In January of 2016 – a few months after we had moved our parents into Brookdale Assisted Living in Lake Charles – we cleaned out their home in Jennings because someone wanted to buy the “happy little house on Lucy Street.”  One of the things we divvied up were the many paintings that my mom had done over the years.  I picked out a few of my favorites, then Chuck picked this one.  I had never really noticed it before.  I usually look at the landscapes.  But this one has grown on me.

I was talking to my dad a few months later and mentioned the painting.  I tried to describe it to him, but couldn’t.  So I sent him a photo of it.  He showed it to Mama, and she claimed that it wasn’t one of hers.  They were in Assisted Living because of her memory issues.  She definitely painted it.  Her standard signature is on the bottom right, just like on the other two photos I’ve posted.  For some reason, paintings were particularly confusing for her.  She thought some paintings by other people were hers.  She would say that they were stealing her paintings and claiming them as their own.  Then she didn’t know her own paintings when they were shown to her.  That’s what Alzheimer’s will do to a person.

But my mom outsmarted it in her way by writing messages on the back of many of her paintings.  That’s one of the reasons I know about her first painting.  But I knew that already because I had heard her talking about it through the years.  I never thought I would own it, but my mom gave it to me one day when I went to visit her.  I also know that the “Still Life with Flowers’ was painted in 1992.  I would never have known that if she hadn’t written it on the back.  That’s just one of the many things that I appreciate about my mom.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there.

Easter Memories in Hathaway

When I think about my childhood Easter memories, I always think of Hathaway, Louisiana.  That is where my maternal grandparents Fred and Myrtle Phenice Bucklin (Grandpa and Grandma) lived.  It’s also where my mom grew up.  Since Easter is coming up soon, I thought I’d do a post about those memories at Grandpa and Grandma’s house.  I wanted to find a picture that showed the fun of finding eggs at their house when they had the Great Bucklin Egg Hunt of Hathaway every year.  That was not the name of it – I just made it up.  But it fits the epicness of it in my head.

Van Landry hunting Easter eggs in Hathaway, Louisiana, in 1963.

I didn’t think I had a photo of us hunting Easter eggs, but then I noticed this photo and realized it was from Easter, it was in Hathaway, and I had some colored eggs in my hand!  How have I never noticed this before?  I worked on this photo several times, but never noticed it.  I was just thinking that it was a cute photo of me when I was about three years old.  But it is me during the Great Bucklin Egg Hunt of 1963.

I wasn’t even looking for this photo when I sat down to write this post.  I was looking for some other photos that showed the layout of the Bucklin house back then.  But I have a stupidly slow computer (maybe my thousands of photos bog it down!) that doesn’t show previews to all of my photos.  But this photo showed up and when I clicked on it, I realized the photo showed that I had eggs in my hand.  It was meant to be!

What I remember was that all of the kids (or just the little ones?) would be confined to the house while the adults would go outside to hide the eggs.  Of course they had someone inside with us to monitor that we didn’t look through the windows to see where the eggs were being hid.  There were lots of colored eggs hidden (like the ones in my hand), but there were also some plastic ones with prizes inside.  But the best one of all was a golden egg with all sorts of goodies inside.  I don’t know if I ever found that one, but I seem to recall one hidden in the electric box on the side of the house. 

Photos in Hathaway from 1967. 1) Brent Woolley & Karen Landry 2) Jodie, Rob, and Al Landry 3) Jamie Landry & Rhonda Seal

I’m posting these other photos to show some of the layout of the house on the property “out in the country.”  We always referred to it that way, because we lived in the big city of Jennings.  Ha!  I think the population was only around ten thousand back then.  I got these photos from Aunt Loris a few years ago, but they include all of my siblings. The side of the house facing the road didn’t really seem like the front of the house.  There was no door there.  I don’t even think there was a walkway to the door.  Could that be right?  When you walked to the right side of the house from the road, you would come to the first picture. 

Sitting on the steps to the “front” of the house are my cousin Brent Woolley and my sister Karen.  It looks like they were having a fun time eating watermelon on a warm summer day.  That was always enjoyable.  Those steps took you into the living area of the house.  I think there was a room closer to the road, but there was no access to outside.  Toward the back of the house, you would go to the dining room.  I’ve shared photos of that before.  Then at the back of the house was the kitchen.  The kitchen had a door to outside.  That’s the steps that are shown in the second photo.  At the top of the steps you see my sister Jodie, then my brothers Rob and Al. 

The third photo has my sister Jamie and cousin Rhonda.  All of these photos were taken the same day.  If you look at that first photo, you can see the other photo areas in the background.  Just above Karen’s head you can see Jodie, who is now sitting closer to Jamie and Rhonda.  Standing up back there is Aunt Alma (my mom Betty Lou Bucklin Landry’s younger sister and Rhonda’s mom).  She is standing near the back steps.  Comparing these to the photo of me, I was in the area behind Jamie and Rhonda. 

Landry family at their Bucklin grandparents’ home in Hathaway, Louisiana, in 1961.

But that was just the right side of the house.  There were two large bottlebrush bushes between the two sets of steps at the house.  Past that was a planting area that Grandpa used for his plant nursery.  That’s where we made mud pies when we were kids.  This photo shows the front of the house.  It was just a large circle of grass with trees and shrubs in different areas.  I wish I had more photos of the area so I could see exactly how it was laid out.

The other side of the house had some green space and then a driveway that went back to the old barn. That was another fun place to explore, though I’m sure they never hid any Easter eggs there.  It was mainly confined to the areas around the house.  So, as I was saying, us young kids were confined to the inside while the adults hid the eggs. 

Then it was time for the hunt!  We all rushed out down the front steps and ran around frantically finding those wonderful colored eggs, hoping to be the one that found the golden egg and be proclaimed the Ruler of the Great Bucklin Egg Hunt.  Yeah, yeah.  I made that up, too.  But the memories are real.  Can you feel it?

April 17, 2022 – Update

April 14, 1963

Found another photo from that long, long ago Easter of 1963. The date was April 14, 1963. The place was Hathaway, Louisiana, at the home of my grandparents Fred and Myrtle Phenice Bucklin. This is in the front of their house and it includes Rob Landry, cousin Rhonda (I think), Pilcher cousins Larry, Toni, and Paul, and myself – Van Landry. I’m not sure what I’m holding in this photo. It looks like most of us have taken a break from Easter egg hunting. Yet Rhonda looks like she is skedaddling past Rob to find some hidden treasure! I think there’s someone else behind him as well.


A Warm Summer Evening

The Landry family and cousins on July 5, 1967, at 758 Lucy Street in Jennings, Louisiana.

I’m not really sure why I picked this photo.  The mood of it resonated with me somehow.  It’s not the clearest photo by far.  It was taken on July 5, 1967, in Jennings, Louisiana, at my childhood home.  That was the yellow house on Lucy Street with the number 758.  It wasn’t 758 Lucy Street until our family moved there in 1964.  The numbers weren’t on the house and the house on the left had a number in the 700s, while the house on the left had a number in the 800s.  So we just picked something in between.  And that’s what it is today.

Another thing about the house is that when we moved  into it, there was no air conditioning.  Even at the time that this photo was taken, we still didn’t have air conditioning.  We didn’t get that until around 1972.  I remember sleeping in the bed at night with the attic fan on.  It brought the “cool” evening air into the house.  I would sleep with my head on the window sill.  The breeze from the fan felt good.

But really!  It wasn’t that cool.  Everybody knows how hot it gets in southern Louisiana in July.  It doesn’t cool off after the sun goes down.  It’s not as hot, but it’s still pretty warm.  That’s one of the things this photo reminds me of.  It looks like we were just finishing up with dinner.  And everyone knows what happened at the Landry household on July 5th after dinner time.  Right?  Of course!  It was time to put candles on Jamie’s birthday cake and sing “Happy Birthday dear Jamie” to her.  She was five that year.  You can see her peeking from behind me in the photo.  If you know which one is me, that is.

I grew up in a family with six kids.  But if you happen to have counted how many are in this photo, you would know that there were a few extra.  Those two extras are our cousins Lynn and Toni.  They were the daughters of my mom Betty Lou Bucklin Landry’s older sister Sylvia Bucklin Pilcher.  That’s Aunt Sylvia to those of us in the family. She had five children of her own and they were all close to the same ages as us kids.  You can see Lynn in the very center of the photo.  She’s the one closest to the cameraman – most likely that was my dad (Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Jr.)  In the bottom left corner of the photo you can see her older sister Toni.  I suppose they were there visiting my sisters.  It happened from time to time.

Above Toni’s head, you can see Al looking across the sea of people.  Pay attention! Al!  We’re trying to take a picture here!  Oh, well.  He will forever be not listening.  Next in the circle is Rob.  He is paying attention and smiling for the photo.  Good job, Rob!  Next is my mom.  She is looking a little tired or distracted. She was a busy woman taking care of six young, growing kids.  I don’t know how she did that and managed to not look tired in most photos.  Maybe she was just wondering if we were ever going to get air conditioning!

Standing up in the back is my older sister Jodie.  She was the oldest and the leader of the pack.  By that I mean the six of us kids.  When I’ve met kids through the years, I notice how there is a connection they have with their siblings. One of them is clearly the leader.  And there is a closeness among them that is noticeable.  I’m sure we were like that.  I wasn’t really that aware of it when I was growing up.  We lost our leader when Jodie died in 1989.    In front of Jodie – and kinda behind me – is the birthday girl.  Jamie was kind of shy back then.  But not usually with family.  She looks like she did when there were strangers around.  She’d be lurking around behind one of us older siblings and not saying much.  That has changed. 

Like I said, I am in front of Jamie.  My name is Van.  I wasn’t much braver than Jamie was myself.  We were the two youngest.  I’m the blurriest one in the photo.  I look like I’m moving or something.  Maybe someone left a bit of food on their plate?  I shouldn’t give Al and my mom so much grief when I was definitely not paying attention to the cameraman.

And lastly we have Karen.  She was supposed to be my main focus for the blog today.  The second anniversary of her death is tomorrow and I wanted to commemorate it with a story.  I think she would have liked this story, though.  It’s about our family and good times we had together.  She doesn’t look particularly happy in this photo, but if she was upset about something I think we would have known about it.  If Karen didn’t like something or didn’t want to do something, it would take a lot of effort to get her to do it.  She didn’t like shots – who does – but she would fight with my mom to try to keep from getting one.  My mom was just trying to make sure she was okay, but Karen acted like she was trying to kill her!  She was like that for any sort of medical thing, though she outgrew that.

So there you have it.  A warm summer evening in Smalltown, USA.  Sure it’s warm, but five little candles won’t make much of a difference.  Cake, anyone?

Seven Stanbrough Generations

4 Generations of Hine in 1959

Almost two years ago I posted a blog about a photo of four generations of the Hine family.  The photo includes my four older siblings in 1959 with my mother (Betty Lou Bucklin Landry), my maternal grandfather (Fred D. Bucklin), and my great grandmother (Addie May Hine Bucklin).  I have a tendency to show more photos of my own line of the family.  Of course I do!  I’m writing about my own family.  But I do sometimes share photos of relatives when the story moves me. 

Four generations of Hine circa1948

After I posted the photo of the four generations of the Hine family that included my siblings, I also posted another one that had my mom’s first cousin Helen Bucklin Taylor in it.   It has Addie, Ralph Bucklin, Helen Bucklin Taylor, and Ronnie Taylor in it.   I called them Hine family photos because the common name that they all shared was last name at birth of the oldest generation.  So even though there were four Landry children in the photo, the common ancestry they all shared was Hine. 

The other day I was looking through my old photos and came across a photo that has been posted before by cousin Joseph.  I realized that it was another four generation photo and it included three of the four family members from the 1948 four generation photo.  It’s pretty cool and it makes me a little jealous!  Addie was still alive when I was born, but I don’t have a photo of four generations that include me.  Poor Addie was probably not in a picture taking mood during her last month alive.  It looks like she barely tolerated photos being taken of her when she was a spry young thing!  And I’m thankful that nobody had the grand idea of having a postmortem version with Addie after the fact.

Four generations of Stanbrough in 1926

The common family members in this older family photo are Addie, Ralph, and Helen Bucklin.  The photo was taken in Elton, Louisiana, on Sunday, October 3, 1926.  I had to estimate the dates of the other photos, but this time I have an exact date.  That’s because the photo was taken at the birthday celebration of Susan G. Stanbrough Hine, my great great grandmother.  I like to call her Grandma Sue.  She is the one sitting in the chair in front of her progeny. 

This was the day of Grandma Sue’s 75th birthday and it was the 20th time she and her friend Edessa Jane “Jennie” Welton Havenar celebrated their shared birthday together.  Jennie was only 60 years old that year.  The newspaper clipping about the event said that over 100 people came together to celebrate their birthdays.  A lot of those people were family members.  It included both sides of my mom’s family before her parents were married.  Thankfully there were several photos taken to commemorate the event.

So now you know why this post is called The Four Stanbrough Generations.  It’s because the oldest generation of the group was born a Stanbrough.  She was born in 1851 to John Stanbrough and Lydia Mills Stanbrough.  I don’t know of any photos of those  two, even though they did live into the age of photography.  There is still a glimmer of hope.   We don’t have a  photo of my mom with Grandma Sue, because she died almost two months before my mom was born.

Someone just reminded me that I didn’t call this post “The Four Stanbrough Generations” and that only five generations in total have been shown.  That’s right.  I’m sure most of you caught that.  So with the 1948 and 1926 photos, it covers five generations of Stanbrough – Sue Stanbrough Hine, Addie Hine Bucklin, Ralph Bucklin, Helen Bucklin Taylor, and Ronnie Taylor.  The 1959 photo has the same number of generations but it includes Sue, Addie, Fred Bucklin, Betty Bucklin Landry, and Jodie, Rob, Karen, and Al Landry.  So you might be thinking that I titled my post incorrectly.  As my mother always told me when I spoke too soon, “Fools and children shouldn’t see things unfinished.”  This is not meant to insult you, but to encourage you to wait until the end to see everything.  Funny how I always felt a little insulted by it.  But that’s just me.

Four generations of Stanbrough descendants in 2008 in Jennings, Louisiana.

The reason I called it The Seven Stanbrough Generations is because all along I planned on posting one more photo of four generations.  I have not used this photo before, but I did use another one taken the same day .  Instead of going back further a generation (nearly impossible since I’ve already said that I don’t know of any photos of Grandma Sue’s parents), this one is much more recent.  It is a four generation photo and this time it is a followup of the 1959 photo.  It has my mom – Betty Lou, my sister Karen, Karen’s son James, and James’s daughter Kelcie.  I took this photo on November 27, 2008, at my parents’ house on Lucy Street in Jennings, Louisiana.

So there it is – seven generations of the Stanbrough family – Sue, Addie, Fred and Ralph, Betty and Helen, Jodie and Rob and Karen and Al, James, and Kelcie – shown in four photos across 82 years of time.

The Bucklin Boy Twins Circa 1927

I was originally going to call this post “The Bucklin Twins,” but I realized that Joseph had already written a post with that name.  Then I was going to add “Circa 1927” at the end of it.  But since Great Grandma Addie had two sets of twins, I thought I’d use the gender modifier.  The Bucklin twins in question are my maternal grandfather Fred Bucklin and his identical twin Clarence.  I got this photo from Clarence’s daughter Carla a few years ago.  Don’t you just love it?

The Bucklin twins circa 1927.

I do.  There’s a lot going on in the photo.  I’m thinking that it might be a picnic or camp out and they are getting ready to cook their meal.  The guy on the left looks like he is tending to a campfire.  I’m not sure who he is, but he kinda reminds me of some of my grandmother’s (Myrtle Phenice Bucklin) brothers.  There were lots of friendships between the seven Bucklin brothers and  five Phenice brothers. 

The guy sitting at the front wheel of the truck looks like it is one of the Bucklin twins.  I’m still not able to tell them apart.  I wasn’t the only one.  School teachers would try to keep them identified with a blue and red ribbon, but they would always switch with each other to fool them.  My mom used to say that she had been fooled a few times when she was a kid.  Anyway, the brother in front looks he may have been roasting a marshmallow or something on a branch.

The guy next to him looks like the other twin.  He’s getting a pot of something ready to cook on the fire.  I can’t make out exactly what he is doing.  What makes me think it might be a picnic is the big picnic basket in the middle of the truck bed.  Not really!  It looks like it’s just a big cardboard box.  Maybe it was used as a picnic basket.  Maybe it wasn’t.  I don’t know the identities of the other two guys on the back end of the truck.  They could be friends, or they could be more Phenice or Bucklin brothers.  It looks like kinda like they could be eating something, but even more so it looks like they are smoking pipes.

What I like about these photos from back in this time is that it shows the brothers before the Big Rift.  Nobody knows (or is willing to tell me) what the Big Rift was.  Whatever it was, it kept the twins from being social with each other for the rest of their lives.  And they lived right down the road from each other!  When I would ask my mom why they didn’t get along, she would say that Grandpa would get upset when someone would show up at his brother’s nursery (they were both plant nurserymen!) thinking it was my grandfather’s.  He claimed his brother wouldn’t correct the person and take his business.  But this explanation only made sense if they were already not getting along.  Before the Big Rift, they had a nursery business together.

It’s odd how this Big Rift carried on after both of the brothers died.  When I started interacting with my cousin Carla a few years ago online, I felt like I was crossing a line that I wasn’t supposed to.  For a rift that no one knows what started!  I didn’t let it stop me, though.   It’s a shame the brothers weren’t able to cross that line back to the way it was, though they may have felt they had good reasons.  I still enjoy seeing these old photos of when they enjoyed each other’s company, whether they were camping or having a picnic with friends.

A Bucklin and a Peck

Earlier this year I wrote a post titled “James Bucklin and His Forebears.”  In that post I wrote about the ancestors of my great great grandfather (and my own, of course) James Bucklin (1821-1890).  One of those couples was a Bucklin and a Peck.  That would have been James Bucklin’s great grandparents (my 5x great grandparents) James Bucklin (1709-1780) and Mary Peck (1721-1770).   In that other post I followed the Bucklin line back a few generations.  This time I’ll look back along the Peck line, mainly because I found an old newspaper article about her great great grandfather Joseph Peck.

Newspaper article about Joseph Peck who originated in Beccles, England, in 1587.

We’ll start with Mary’s parents Jathniel Peck, Jr. and Damaris Bowen.  Those are some unique names – at least compared to the Bucklin line that had Marys, Josephs, James, and Sarahs.  Of course you know that the Jathniel name is repeated – he’s a junior!  Jathniel Sr. was married to Sarah Smith.  Uh, oh!  I spoke too soon.  There’s another Sarah and with the most common of names – Smith.  At least her mother had an interesting name – Esther Chickering.  Going back to the Pecks, we have Jathniel Sr.’s parents Joseph Peck, Jr. and Hannah Playford.

All of these generations lived in Rehoboth, Massachusetts.  The first generation that lived there was Joseph Jr. and Hannah.  Hannah actually died in Seekonk, Rhode Island.  If you read the article, you’ll see that Seekonk was part of the original Rehoboth.  Now Joseph Jr. is not the Joseph Peck I talked about at first.  If you were paying attention, you would know that Joseph Peck, Jr. was the great grandfather of Mary Peck.  Joseph Peck Jr. was the son of – drumroll, please – Joseph Peck Sr.  I suppose you saw that coming. 

Joseph Sr. was baptized on April 30, 1587, in the Beccles Church shown in the newspaper article.  Joseph grew up in Beccles, which is in Norfolk, England.  He married Rebecca Clark in 1617 in Hingham, England, and they had five children by the year 1635. Joseph and his family were Puritans, and his brother Robert was the pastor of their church in Hingham.  The Puritans were being persecuted in England at the time, so they decided to escape to America.   It looks like Rebecca died in 1637 before they left for the New World.  Their group arrived in North America on the Diligent in 1638.   The settlement that they founded was called Hingham, Massachusetts.

Joseph Sr. came to America with three sons and a daughter, as well as two men servants and three maid servants.  It looks like he was pretty well off, and the article talks about him being one of the most influential men of  Old Rehoboth.  It’s interesting to find information about ancestors from the early history of our country.  Since he was involved with such an historic time and was so prominent, there is a good bit of information about him.  So if you ever want to find out more about him, there is information to be found.

Bucklin Burials: Part 2

Van Landry (author) with the grave of his great great grandfather James A. Bucklin in the Raymond Methodist Cemetery on Nov. 6, 2021.

This is Part 2 of a post that I wrote two years ago.  I wrote that one because I had acquired a photo of my great grandfather’s (Louis Charles Bucklin’s) burial at Raymond Methodist Cemetery in Raymond, Louisiana.  It also showed the original look of his father James A. Bucklin’s grave.  In the selfie I took with that grave this past weekend, there is no obelisk sitting on top of the base.

But that’s not why I was there this weekend.  I was attending the funeral of my mom’s first cousin Ray Bucklin.  Besides being family, he and I shared an interest in genealogy and family history.  I suppose that’s why he was buried at this cemetery.  Even though he had lived in Florida for many years, he was buried at the old family grave site.  He is probably the last of four generations of Bucklins to be buried at that graveyard.

There may be other relatives buried in that graveyard in the future, but it’s likely that he will be the last family member with the Bucklin last name buried there.  His father Herbert Bucklin is buried there, as is his grandfather Louis Charles Bucklin (our common ancestor).  Louis’s father James A. Bucklin was the first Bucklin family member buried there.  He brought his family down to Louisiana in 1884 from Massachusetts.

James Bucklin actually had three sons, but only his son Louis has descendants at this point.  Louis had nine sons, but only three of them had a son.  Herbert was the father of Ray and Ray did not have any children.  Robert, Sr. had a son named Robert, Jr.  He had a daughter, so the Bucklin name did not carry on.  My grandfather Fred had a son.  Austin is still with us and he has grandsons with the Bucklin name, but they are not connected to the Raymond area.

Family members of Ray Bucklin at his gravesite on Nov. 6, 2021, at Raymond Methodist Cemetery in Raymond, Louisiana.

So the family that came to pay respects to Ray are like me.  We’re part of the Bucklin family, but we don’t have the last name Bucklin.  We took a photo at the grave site and that is the picture I’m sharing today.  I warned them beforehand, so I guess that means that I have their permission to do so. 

I’ll name people by how they connect to the children of our common ancestor Louis C. Bucklin.  In the front row is the surviving family of Herbert Bucklin.  From the left is his son-in-law Joseph Connors III, the husband of Louise Bucklin Connors.  She is sitting next to him.  Next to her are their sons Joseph and John Connors. 

On the back row are the cousins.  First up on the left is me, Van Landry.  I am the son of Betty Lou Bucklin Landry and the grandson of Fred Bucklin.  Next is Kristi Jackson Davidson.  She is the daughter of Jeannette Bucklin Jackson and the granddaughter of Roy Bucklin.  To the right of her is Charles Bruchhaus, son of Harley Bruchhaus and grandson of Ruth Bucklin Bruchhaus.  Directly behind Louise is Carol Taylor Fraser.  She is the daugther of Helen Bucklin Taylor and the granddaughter of Ralph Bucklin. 

The next four people are first cousins of Ray and Louise.  First we have a female cousin on the Koll side of the family.  Sorry, I can’t remember her name even though she nicely introduced herself.  Second is Doris Bucklin Lawson.  She is the younger daughter of Roy Bucklin.  That would make her Kristi’s aunt.  Third is a male cousin on the Koll side of the family.  Again, I can’t remember his name.  And fourth is Arlene Keys Ware.  She is the daughter of Edna Bucklin Keys.  She is related to my mom on both sides of the family through the Bucklin and Keys families.  The person on the far right in the back is Lauren Bruchhaus Fruge (not Foley!  I said it incorrectly a few times.  Sorry!)  She is the daughter of Laurence Bruchhaus and the granddaughter of Ruth Bucklin Bruchhaus.  That would make her Charles’s first cousin.

It was good getting together with cousins to remember Ray.    Some of my mom’s Phenice first cousins were at the Methodist Church Annex after the grave site visit because they were helping to prepare the food for lunch afterward.  It was good to see them, also.  With this group of cousins, the common family background and DNA was noticeable.  Certain phrases, smiles, and mannerisms among them reminded me of my mom.  She was a part of all of our lives.

Since today is Veteran’s day, I would like to thank all of those who have served our country in the military.  Ray Bucklin was one of those.  He served in the Air Force.   Hat’s off to him.

Betty Lou in Grade Two

Betty Lou Bucklin in 1940 in Hathaway, Louisiana.

Here is a photo of my mom from 1940.  It is the second grade school photo from the 1940-41 school year when Betty Lou Bucklin was a student at Hathaway High School.  Was it called Hathaway High School even though you were going there in the second grade?  That just sounds weird.  But I’ve never heard it called anything but Hathaway High School.

I like this photo of her, but I always wonder why she wasn’t smiling.  She was halfway smiling in her first grade photo.  Now that I say that, I realize the same thing about my own first and second grade photos.  I was smiling in the first grade and not in the second.  I never really wondered why I wasn’t smiling, even though I have no idea why.  Is second grade a difficult year for people?  But then again, my mom wasn’t smiling in her photos for the next few school years .  Lately I haven’t minded, because they work much better for animated photos that freak people out.

My mom was a blond back then, as were her younger sisters.  I think she got that from the Hine line of her family.  Her father was Fred Bucklin.  Fred was the son of Addie May Hine.  The photos of Grandpa when he was a child showed that he had the blond hair as a child also.  He would have been called towheaded. Like most towheaded children, their hair darkens as they get older.  In other photos that I’ve posted, you can see that the trait was common with his Hine cousins as well.

When you look at old photos of Addie, you can see that her brothers had light hair as children and it got darker as they got older.  So I say that the trait has been passed down by the Hine line of the family.  But I guess it might have come from the Stanbrough side.  Addie’s parents were George Hine and Sue Stanbrough.  I only have photos of them as adults and I don’t have many photos of their siblings.  But I still tend to think that the trait came from our German Hine line.

Even though her hair got darker as she got older, my mom said that her hair would lighten when she would be out in the sun.  She had brown eyes, but they weren’t dark brown.  They were light brown and when she had highlights in her hair from the sun, people used to tell her that she had golden eyes.  I have to admit that I did edit this photo and one of the things I did was to lighten her eyes.  They looked so much darker than what I remember her eyes looking like.  So I think it reflects what she really looked like back then.  I hope you like it.

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.

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