Keys Family Reunion 2026

It’s time for another get together with your Keys relatives!  At least it is for the Keys family that I belong to.  We’ve gotten back into the good habit of meeting together every two years at a somewhat central location.  It’s happening on June 20 at the Catholic Church in Raymond, Louisiana.  That’s in Jefferson Davis Parish, if that helps.  It will be from 10:00 am to 2:00 pm.  Two hours either side of noon.  Everyone brings tasty food and drink for all to indulge in.  I don’t know all the particulars as far as what kinds of activities will take place, but it is always enjoyable.  I enjoy seeing family members from near and far.

Henry Alfred “The Judge”, Leonard, Daisy Keys Phenice, Ruth Keys Bryan, and Mabel Keys Miller came from England in 1887 with their mother Marha Ann Cook Keys.

It’s held in Raymond because that’s the area that the first generation of the Keys family lived after they immigrated to the United States from England in 1887.  The matriarch of the family was the widow Martha Cook Keys.  Her husband Henry Keys died in 1886 when they were discussing the possibility of moving to America.  After Henry’s death, she decided to follow through with the plan.  She moved her five children to southern Louisiana where her uncle William Horsnell lived.  With the help of friends and neighbors, a house was built and they were made to feel welcome in the hamlet of Hathaway.

Martha had some heart issues which ultimately led to her death in 1896 at the age of 59.  None of her grandchildren had been born yet.  In fact, none of her children had even gotten married.  That changed a few years later when Daisy married Harry Clifton Phenice in 1900 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  They settled in Hathaway and had seven children, including my mom’s mom Myrtle Phenice Bucklin.  One of the reasons I wrote this blog today was because of a milestone anniversary earlier this week.  On Monday (April 20, 2026), it was the 150th anniversary of the birth of Daisy.  My niece Alex shares that birthday.

Ruth was the next to marry.  She married Bert Bryan in 1901 in Jennings.  They had six children together and lived in Raymond Louisiana.  They later lived in Jennings.  Our family moved to Jennings in 1963, but I don’t think I ever met her.  I have a vague memory of a family member dying back then at a nursing home in Jennings.  My great grandmother died there, but it was in 1952.  I wasn’t around then.  Ruth died in 1967 in Jennings.  I may have confused the two deaths after hearing about Daisy dying at a nursing home.

Henry Alfred “The Judge” married Eugenia LaFosse in 1902 in Jennings.  They settled in Kinder, Louisiana, which is just a few miles west of the Raymond/Hathaway area.  They had a dozen children altogether.  With all of those children, I’m sure some of their descendants are still in the Kinder area.  It would be good to have some of them come to the reunion this year.  Leonard married Edessa Havenar in 1907 in Raymond.  They settled in Elton, Louisiana, and they had five children together.  I always mention family historian Edith Keys Segraves when talking about this family.  I also want to mention Edward Russell Keys.  He was in the military during World War II.  He was killed in action at D-Day in 1944.

The last to get married was the youngest.  Mabel married Abraham Miller in 1910 in China, Louisiana. China, Hathaway, and Raymond are all parts of the same community in Jefferson Davis Parish.  Mabel and Abraham settled in Kinder, and they had four sons together.  So like I said at the beginning of the post, the first generation lived around Raymond/Hathaway.  Daisy and Ruth lived there for some time.  Ruth moved around ten miles south to Jennings.  Mabel was about ten miles north in Elton, while The Judge and Mabel lived fifteen or so miles west in Kinder.  They were not too far spread out at that time.

The descendants are spread out all over the country now.  But they’re still invited to come to the reunion.  Make plans now!  Come visit a spell with the family.

The Keys of Chipping Ongar

The most recent immigrant in my family tree is my maternal grandmother’s mother Daisy Henrietta Martha Keys Phenice.  She came to America with her family in July of 1887 from London, England.  They settled in southern Louisiana, and she and her siblings went on to marry and have children, grandchildren, and so on.  They are all over the place now.  I’m not going to explore all of those places now.  I’m going to look back further in time to see the family of Daisy’s father Henry Keys.  He died before the family moved from England.  It was his brave wife who brought their five children across an ocean to start a new life.  I’ve written more about her since she was the one that made it to Louisiana.  I’ve even taken a selfie with her grave.

Henry Keys circa 1880.

I thought I’d start the story with Henry’s parents.  They’re the ones that had all of those Keys children in Chipping Ongar.  Chipping Ongar is a market town in the Epping Forest district, which is in the county of Essex in England.  It’s where George Keys from Wethersfield and Elizabeth Crouchman from Moreton (both places are in Essex County) set up a home and started a family.  They were married in Chipping Ongar on October 21, 1807, at the St. Martin of Tours Church of England.

There are no photos of George and Elizabeth that I know of.  I have said that about other great, great, great grandparents of mine and have later found them.  George and Elizabeth lived until the 1860s, so it is a possibility that there are photos of them.  We can only hope.  But I do have a few details about the way they looked.  George is said to have tan hair, blue eyes, and very fair skin.  I’ve never heard anyone use the color tan to describe hair, but I would assume it would be light brown.  I’m sure my sister Karen would have agreed with me when I say that ‘tan’ is a better description of light brown hair than ‘mousy brown.’

Elizabeth, on the other hand, had black hair, blue eyes, and very fair skin.  They were English, so I’m sure they did have fair skin.  At least it wasn’t described as pale or pasty.  From the photo/painting of their son Henry, it looks like he also has fair skin.  His hair looks very dark, so he probably got that from his mother.  No mousy brown hair for him!  If both of his parents had blue eyes, it’s likely that he had blue or light eyes as well.  That’s always difficult to tell from old photos unless they are distinctly light in the photo.

George and Elizabeth’s first child was born in 1809.  Eliza Keys would later marry John Reading, and they stayed in England.  George James Keys was born in 1812.  He married Elizabeth Jane Rose, and they immigrated to Ontario, Canada.  I’m glad they moved away, because this George and Elizabeth (Rose) Keys would easily be confused with his parents if they stayed in the same area.  Elizabeth Keys was born in 1814.  She married George Little, and they immigrated to Victoria, Australia.  Amelia Keys was born in 1816.  Nothing more is known about her.  Jane Keys was born in 1818.  She married George Bedford, and they stayed in England.

The next two children born to George and Elizabeth were James and Henry Keys.  They were born in 1822, and they were identical twins.  We all know that Henry married Martha Ann Cook and their children came to America.  James was never married and had no children.  The last child of George and Elizabeth was William Keys, who was born in 1824.  I’ve written about him before because he was married to Martha Cook’s younger sister Henrietta.  They stayed in England.  A few of their children immigrated to the U. S.  

My main impetus for choosing the topic of this post was a new DNA match that showed up this week.  The matching DNA was attributed to our common ancestors.  Ancestry showed that we had common ancestors of George Keys and Elizabeth Crouchman.  But they were wrong.  I definitely have ancestors by the name of George Keys and Elizabeth Crouchman, and so does the DNA match.  But it is not the same George Keys and Elizabeth Crouchman!  And they lived in the same area.

I had seen this before.  It was very confusing at first until I realized that there were two couples with the same name from the same area.  With the help of the records from my mom’s cousin Edith Keys Segraves, and with input from more distant cousins still in England, we were able to figure it out.  In case you didn’t know, the names George and Elizabeth were very common names in England at that time.  It had to do with royalty or something.  It seems like every generation of those English families repeated the names.  That’s how it ended up with cousins with the same names.

In this situation, our George Keys, who was born in 1780, had a nephew with the name of George Keys born in 1812.  Our Elizabeth Crouchman, who was born in 1781, had a first cousin by the name of John Griffith Crouchman.  His first daughter was born in 1810, and she was named Elizabeth.  And sure enough, George (1812) Keys married Elizabeth (1810) Crouchman.  And to make things even more confusing, let’s look at the names of their first few children.  As you’ve seen from our George and Elizabeth, their first three children were Eliza, George (who married an Elizabeth), and Elizabeth (who married a George).  Then George (1812) and Elizabeth (1810) had children by the names of George (married an Anne – had a son named Henry) and Elizabeth (who married a George).  Way too many common names!

So those of you who are related to me through this couple, remember that you come from the original George Keys and Elizabeth Crouchman, not from the copycats!

Maternal Ancestors in 3D in 1926

Bucklin, Hine, Phenice, Keys, and Stanbrough ancestors show up in this photo from 1926 in Elton, Louisiana. If you cross your eyes slightly and bring the two images together, you will see a 3D view of the gathering.

I thought I would write a post about my mom’s family in honor of Mother’s Day this weekend.  I thought I should write something about how wonderful she was, but I think I’ve already done that.  Of course, you can never really say enough about a wonderful mother and capture that essence on the page.  It transcends words.  So you write what you can and hope that people can relate to some of the things you express.  What I’m trying to say is that I can’t write about her every time.  I feel like I’m trying to defend my decision not to write about her.  And what’s funny about that is that she wouldn’t have been concerned in the least.  All she ever wanted was to be treated kindly and with respect.

So I’m writing about her ancestors.  When I decided that, I started thinking about finding a photo with the biggest number of her maternal ancestors in it.  I’m talking about grandmothers, great grandmothers, or great great grandmothers.  They didn’t have to necessarily be on my mom’s maternal side.  It didn’t take me long to figure out which photo that was.  I’ve posted a few photos from this gathering in 1926 before.  My mom and her cousins worked at identifying as many of the people in the photo that they could.  That was very helpful, being that there were so many.  (This is a cropped photo.  There are 86 people in the original photo.)  What I was always amazed at was the number of relatives in the photo.

The photo was taken on October 3, 1926, in Elton, Louisiana, at the joint birthday celebration of my great great grandmother Susan G. “Sue” Stanbrough Hine and her good friend Edessa Jane “Jennie” Welton Havenar.  My Grandma Sue is the older woman in a dark dress on the far right of the photo.  In the exact center of this grouping is my grandmother Myrtle Sylvia Phenice.  She was almost twenty years old at the time and still single.  You can only see her head in this photo.  To the left of her is a girl with glasses and a long tie.  To the left of this girl are my grandmother’s parents.  That would be Harry Clifton Phenice and Daisy Henrietta Martha Keys Phenice.

1926 – Addie Hine Bucklin with her mother Sue Stanbrough Hine.

There are three maternal ancestors in that first photo – Sue, Myrtle, and Daisy.  But there was another of my maternal ancestors present at this event.  That would be Addie May Hine Bucklin.  Of course she would be there, the gathering was to celebrate her mom’s birthday.  I don’t know why she wasn’t in the large group photo.  That would have been even better.

But I also have some paternal ancestors in the group.  You know that already because I mentioned H. C. Phenice.  He was the husband of Daisy and the father of Myrtle.  On the far left of the first photo is my grandfather Fred D. Bucklin.  He takes after his grandmother Sue.  They both have a middle initial that doesn’t stand for anything.  Fred’s father Louis Charles Bucklin was still alive at the time and lived in the area, but he didn’t come to this event.  He’s not in photos as a rule, but there was also a newspaper article about this event.  It named all those present and it named Addie Bucklin by herself.

Now that I think about it, H. C.’s father was also alive at the time!  Samuel Charles Phenice lived up north in Nebraska and was 80 years old at the time.  Grandma Sue was only 75 years old.  Samuel’s granddaughter Mary Bucklin had married Sue’s grandson Sylvan Phenice earlier in 1926.  I wonder if Samuel came down for that?  Samuel and Sue could have met.  They had both lost their spouses six years earlier.  Things that make you wonder.

About the photo I posted.  There were several photos taken on that long ago day in 1926.  I found two of them that were taken at almost exactly the same time from two different photographers.  I say this because when you bring the two photos together, you get a 3D effect.  This happens when you have two eyes looking at the same thing.  Or two camera lenses in this situation.  So I combined the two photos to make this one image.  To see the 3D effect, get a comfortable distance from the screen.  While looking at the image, slightly cross your eyes and bring the two images together.  It helps to focus on a certain person and bring their images together.  It’s not a perfect 3D image, because it wasn’t taken at the exact same time.  But it was close, and it happened unintentionally.

I am a big fan of the 3D photos.  I am an even bigger fan of old family photos.  It’s great to have an old family photo that shows five of my ancestors in it AND it is a 3D photo.  How can you ask for more?  Happy Mother’s Day to all of you!

The Keys of Trekking

Watercolor painting by Arlene Keys Ware

Interesting title, right?  I would have had the perfect photo for it if I hadn’t made a bad choice a few years ago.  How could I have been so shortsighted? 

The topic came about as a result of the family reunion I went to last weekend.  It was for the Keys family in southern Louisiana.  My great grandmother was Daisy Keys, and she came to the United States from England in 1887 when she was just eleven years old.  The reunion was for the descendants of her and her four siblings.  It was a nice event.  I was able to see some family members that I was hoping to see.  I received some positive (and negative) feedback from the writing and photo editing that I do for these blog posts.  But I also heard some sad news.  Two of my mom’s first cousins had passed away earlier this year.

I try to keep up with the goings on of my closest relatives, but I do not always succeed.  I’m kind of surprised that I hadn’t heard about not just one, but two of her cousins.  Especially since they lived in Lake Charles and I have lots of family in Lake Charles.  But then again, most of those relatives are on my dad’s side of the family.  The two family members who passed away were Arlene Keys Ware and her brother Melvin Keys.

Some of you might be wondering how my mom could have a first cousin with the last name of Keys, when her grandmother was a Keys.  Wouldn’t her first cousins more likely have the Bucklin or Phenice last name like her parents?  That would usually be correct.  But Arlene and Mel were not first cousins to my mom through the Keys side of the family.  Their mother was Edna Bucklin, who was the sister of her father Fred.  We saw a picture of them just last week on my blog post!  I didn’t realize the connection until just now.  So Fred married Myrtle Phenice and Edna married Myrtle’s first cousin Frank Keys.  Arlene and Mel were not just first cousins, they were second cousins as well.

Arlene was the younger of the two.  She’s one of the few of my mom’s first cousins that I remember from far back.  That’s probably because when she was in high school, she went to LaGrange High School when my dad was the band director.  She was in band, so she knew him pretty well.  Plus, she was the drum major for the band.  I have some old photos from back then that I had intended on going through to see if she might want any.  I never got around to doing it.

I always enjoyed talking with Arlene at family get togethers and such.  I was also a fan of her artwork over the past few years.  She was a wonderful water colorist.  I wish I had some of her work.  I have some digital copies of several of them, so that’s sufficient.  I had been hoping to see her at the reunion.  I didn’t realize she had passed away.

I was also hoping to see her brother Mel there.  I was wanting to possibly remedy the mistake I had made a few years ago.  It was at the 2017 Keys Family Reunion.  That was the first time that I was aware of Mel Keys being at a family reunion.  He probably had been to some in the past and I didn’t really pay attention to him.  I didn’t know anything about him.  But a short while before this reunion I had been given some interesting information about him.  Let me give you the back story first.

I am a huge Star Trek fan.  I’ve been a fan since that first Starship Enterprise was flying across our tiny black and white screen in Jennings, Louisiana.  I don’t remember watching entire episodes of the show when it first aired.  I seem to remember catching glimpses of it when I was acting as the channel changer.  My dad would tell me to change the channel, and I would follow through.  But when I saw that spaceship or Mr. Spock on the screen, I would linger as long as I could.  The first episode I remember watching was the one with the Gorn in it.  Remember, the big alligator guy that was fighting with Captain Kirk on a deserted planet?!  It is epic.  Like I said, I’m a Trekkie.

I really started watching the show when it went into syndication shortly after it was cancelled in the early 1970s.  I would look forward to watching it after I got home from school.  When I got a paper route around 1972, it messed up my Trek viewing.  I remember seeing the opening credits about “to boldly go where no man has gone before” and I had to boldly jump on my bicycle and bring the news to my neighbors.  No matter how quickly I delivered those papers, I at most caught a few minutes of the ending of the show.  

That didn’t stop me from being a fan.  I seem to remember dressing up as Mr. Spock for Halloween or something.  I carefully wrapped tape around my ears to make them look pointed.  I seem to recall my mom saying that I even shaved the ends of my eyebrows to make me look like I had pointed eyebrows.  Again, I have no photo to document that as well.  Just vague memories here and there.  I also remember when we got our first color TV.  The first show we saw on it?  You got it, it was Star Trek.  It was the episode where the space hippies were looking for love and paradise.  It was so groovy and colorful.

One of the things that people made fun of was the way that when an unknown crewmember (usually wearing a red shirt) beamed down to the planet with someone like Captain Kirk or Mr. Spock, you always knew that that person was going to die!  It seemed to happen frequently.  I remember thinking that they should let one of the main characters die.  They could bring them back the following week!  It’s fiction!  That way we wouldn’t know who was going to die when that red-shirted guy beamed down to the planet.  So you can’t imagine how happy I was ***  SPOILER ALERT*** when they killed off Spock in the second Star Trek movie.  Then they brought him back in the third movie.  It was just what I always wanted.  Those were the best movies ever!!!

July 1965- the day of completion of the Star Trek model in Burbank, California. From the left Vern Sion, Mel Keys, and Volmer Jensen.

Now I’m telling you all of this because of what I found out years later.  You have to see it in relation to my history with Star Trek and how that had started when I was a small child.  When I was watching the show all through the years, I wasn’t aware of the family connection I had with the show.  It wasn’t until around 2015 or so that I found out the amazing information.  Cousin Joseph was sharing old family photos with me, and he sent me a photo of some people on the street standing next to what looked like the Starship Enterprise.  I asked him what it was.  He told me that our moms’ first cousin Mel Keys had built the model of the Starship Enterprise.  The Starship Enterprise that had zoomed across my old black and white TV all those years ago had been built by my mom’s first cousin!!!

My mind was blown.  I don’t say that very often.  Actually, I don’t recall saying that about anything else in my life.  My mom must not have known this fact.  I would have remembered if she had said something like, “Oh, yeah, my cousin built that cool spaceship.”  Definitely I would have remembered that little juicy morsel of information.  But now that I know this information, I tell it to people all the time.  Especially if they are somewhat interested in science fiction.  Sometimes even if they’re not!  It’s just too amazing.

So when I went to that 2017 Keys Reunion, I saw Mel Keys.  I talked to him and let him know I was a fan of the show.  It was a pleasant little chat.  Later, though, people were taking photos of groups for the reunion.  My sister Karen and some cousins decided to get a picture taken with Mel Keys.  Not a group photo, they were each taking a photo with him.  I declined.  Can you believe it?  What was I thinking?  I didn’t want to bother him by getting a picture with him because of a model he made fifty years earlier.  What was I thinking?  Of course I did!  It was the Starship Enterprise that was used in the filming of that show!  I didn’t take the chance.

But I was hoping to remedy that this year and go where I had not gone before.  Alas, it was not to be.  I was sorry that my mom’s first cousin had died.  I would have liked to have (boldly) gone to the funeral to be with the family.  In good Star Trek fashion, he lived long and prospered. 

Peace and long life.

Grandma Daisy and Her Sisters

Ruth, Daisy (sitting), and Mabel Keys in 1894 in Louisiana.

I was determined to write a post about the Keys this week.  I looked to see if there were any photos that I haven’t posted yet, and I couldn’t find any.  I can’t let that stop me from writing about my Keys ancestors, especially since there will be a Keys Reunion in a couple of weeks.  It will be on June 15th at the Hathaway/Raymond Catholic Church Hall.  Ask me for more details if you want to attend.

So this week I will share a photo that I’ve shared before.  But I have improved the photo from the last time you saw it.  I got the original image from my Aunt Loris a few years ago.  It was just a snapshot of an old photo in a round frame.  The photo was cropped in a circle, so some of the details were missing.  

I worked on it to fill it in for a square photo.  I like the way it came out, except for the plant on the right side of the photo.  In my first edit, I cloned the bottom leaves of the plant and it went all the way to the top of the photo.  It looked like a small version of Jack and the Beanstalk.  I used it anyway, because I didn’t know what the original setup was.

Then I was looking through Edith Keys Segraves book about our Keys ancestors and I came across this same old photo.  But the version in the book has the curtains like you see in the right side of the photo I’m posting today.  So I did some blending and copying from photo to photo and came out with this better version.  I did this a few months ago and liked the results.  The original photo in that book also shows them all full length.  In other words, their feet are showing and so is the floor.  Maybe I’ll find a good copy of that photo and you’ll see this photo in yet another version!  Lucky you.

Maybe you don’t like this photo as much as I do, but I’m partial because the Keys sister in the middle is my great grandmother Daisy Keys Phenice.  She and her mother and siblings came to America from England in 1887.  They left during Queen Victoria’s Golden Jubilee.  One of the things about this move is that it separated Daisy’s mom Martha Ann Cook Keys and her sister Henrietta Cook Keys.  It seems like they were very close.  They lost their father when they were young children and they later married two of the Keys brothers in England.  But this move to America put a big distance between the sisters.

Daisy and her sisters did not do the same thing.  They all settled in southern Louisiana.  Daisy was the oldest of the sister, having been born in 1876.  She was the third child, though.  There were two older brothers – Henry Alfred and Leonard.  They stayed in southern Louisiana as well.  Daisy lived in Hathaway, Louisiana, where she raised a family with Harry Clifton Phenice.  Ruth, who was born in 1879, married to Herbert Bryan and they raised a family in Jennings and surrounding areas.  Mabel, born in 1881, married to Abraham Miller and they lived in Kinder, Louisiana.  All five of the Keys siblings lived within 30 minutes or so from each other.  A much easier visit to make than crossing the ocean! 

Even though the subsequent generations have spread out to many states, I’m hoping to see a nice group of cousins at the upcoming Reunion.

Keys Family Reunion 2024

2024 Keys Family Reunion

Calling all Keys!  Calling all Keys cousins.  It is time for a reunion!  Definitely time.  The reunion this year will be on June 15, 2024, starting at 10:00.  It will be held in Hathaway (Raymond), Louisiana, at the St. Lawrence Catholic Church.  That’s right.  This year it is at the Catholic church.  The last few times it was at the Methodist Church right across the street.  So if you know how to get to the previous reunion, all you’ll have to do is show up at the place across the street to the south.  The physical address is 5505 Pine Island Highway.  It’s at the crossroads of Pine Island Highway and Raymond Highway.

As you can see by the flyer, the festivities begin at 10:00.  As usual we are encouraged to bring food to share for the covered dish feast.  That will commence around noontime.  The forenoon will be for socializing and sharing old family photos.  Wait!  It doesn’t say that.  But I am.  I want to see any interesting old family photo, especially ones that I don’t have yet.  How can I continue writing posts about old family photos if I run out of them?  We’ve got to keep it going!  You can also bring a door prize.  If enough people bring one, it’ll be like a Christmas gift exchange.

Painting of Martha Cook Keys circa 1865 in England

One thing I wanted to point out is that this is an anniversary year.  It was 130 years ago that Martha Ann Cook Keys had a party at her house for friends and family.  The local Jennings paper reported that the party was a hit and “enjoyed by all present.”  It was just seven years after she had immigrated with her five children to Louisiana.  They came from the London area of England and moved to get away from the increasing crime at the time. Her husband Henry Keys had talked about the family coming to America and was planning on doing just that.  But sadly, he died at just 63 years old.  That’s the same age that I am!  

So it was quite an accomplishment for Martha to follow through with the plan and bring the family to a new place to live.  She was very motivated to come here and it is said that she never regretted her decision.  She loved her new home in America.  I’m not talking about the house she built.  I’m talking about the country that she felt welcomed by.  Perhaps that was the reason for the party in 1894.  She and her five children had made a home in America.  

At that time, none of her children had married yet.  The oldest was only 24 years old.  Martha didn’t live long enough to see any of them marry or have children.  She died in 1896 at the age of 59.  It wasn’t until 1900 that the first one was married.  That was my great grandmother Daisy Keys who married Harry Clifton Phenice.  Her younger sister Ruth followed suit less than a year later.  Eventually, all of the children were married and started having children.  Altogether, the five children had over thirty children between them.

I’m excited about this photo that I put together.  It was just last week that I did the same with my Landry grandfather’s family.  This time it is a grouping of the photos of all five of Henry and Martha’s children – Henry “The Judge” (1870-1950), Leonard (1873-1959), Daisy (1876-1952), Ruth (1879-1967), and Mabel (1881-1962).  I’ve posted a photo of the three sisters together previously.  Those three images come from the same photo.  I got a photo of Leonard from Carolyn, the daughter of Edith Keys Segraves.  Edith was the one who wrote the amazing book about the Cook and Keys family.  

So tonight I was wanting to have all five of the families represented, because I want to encourage descendants of all of them to show up for the reunion.  I didn’t have a good photo of the oldest son “The Judge.”  I was looking through the old book by Edith Segraves and found one of him.  It was a grainy old photo, but I had hopes of improving it with the great software that is available nowadays.  I worked on it a while and I am satisfied with it.  It goes well with the rest of them.  And now I have a group photo of all five of the Keys immigrant children.  The ancestors of all of us Keys relatives who will be attending this reunion.

Behold!

Henry Alfred “The Judge”, Leonard James, Daisy Henrietta Martha, Rosetta “Ruth”, and Mabel Olive Keys circa 1894-1899.

 

Was Daisy Feeling a Little Unwell?

My dear sweet English great grandmother Daisy Keys Phenice circa 1950, bless her.

I have been sick all week.  Sick, sick, sick.  And I’m sick of it!  My head feels like it’s in a fog most of the time and I don’t have much energy.  But I still wanted to do my family history blog post, right?  I can’t miss that.  It would let down my peeps.  With what I have planned for tonight, I still may disappoint some.

I was starting to look for something to post, and I thought about something musical.  Maybe I have another little ditty by Great Grandpa H. C. on his fiddle?  So I went searching for those recordings I got a few years ago.  I always think I’m so organized, but I find myself frustrated more often than I like when I’m looking for something specific.  Having a foggy head today wasn’t a help.  I finally found “Soldier’s Joy” and “The Irish Washerwoman.”  But I didn’t see another fiddly jig.  But then something else entered my foggy brain.

In my semi-demented stated, I thought of just the song recording that would represent how I’ve been feeling this week.  It’s a song from the same group of recordings as those others, but it wasn’t something that resonated with me until today.  Anytime I’m asked a question this week, I don’t want to answer with much effort.  It can set off coughing.  You also know I’m from a musical family.  I tend to relate things around me to certain songs, which I will start singing at random.  But with a scratchy throat and not much energy, I don’t really try for the correct pitch, and I really don’t care.  Like I said:  I’m sick, sick, sick!

So this is a recording of my mom’s maternal grandparents Harry Clifton Phenice and Daisy Keys.  Daisy is singing and playing the piano, while H. C. is accompanying her on his fiddle.  It’s a bit discordant.  It’s bit off key.  It’s exactly how I felt inside my head this week.  I wonder if Daisy was a bit unwell back then?  Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt.

For the Love of Cats

Little Boy in 2013 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Last week I wrote a sad post about one of my ancestors receiving a letter talking about the impending death of his sister due to cancer.  It hit home with me, because our favorite cat was dying of cancer when I wrote it.  We got two cats eleven years ago.  The female cat was named Bella and her little brother from the next litter was named Cocoa.  But we always just called them Little Girl and Little Boy.  A few weeks ago, we found out that he had cancer and this past Saturday he died.

He was such a gregarious cat.  He was especially fond of Chuck.  Anytime he was inside, that cat was either walking around him or sitting on or next to him.  He especially liked to be around us in the evenings when we’d watch television.  I’d invariably be coaxed into making a tent with my legs and a blanket so Little Boy could have a cozy little place to stay.  

When he was content, he liked to let us know.  He’d meow a bit and then we’d start exchanging “What?”s and “Meow!”s.  This behavior is what led us to sometimes calling him Squeaky Boy.  As you can see by the photo of him, he was also a pretty boy.  

His sister did not appear to be as fond of him.  She seemed to resent the fact that she had to share the house with her younger brother.  She would hiss and swat at him when he walked by her.  Sometimes they would get into fights and growl at each other.  

But now that he’s gone, it’s a bit quieter.  No more squeaking.  No more tents.  An empty lap.  We miss that little cat.  And unexpectedly, Little Girl is missing him, too.  She jumps on the bed, then looks back to see if her brother is going to join her like he usually did.  Instead of whining for food in the morning like she usually does, she’s going around looking for him.  She even crawled under the blanket to see if she could find him.  It’s hard to explain to her that he’s not coming back.  She doesn’t understand what we’re saying, but we do.  And we miss him.

Betty Lou Bucklin with a cat in 1935 in Hathaway, Louisiana.

It’s time for me to turn this into my family history blog post.  Little Boy is now part of my family history.  But he’s not the first cat that was in my family.  I remembered that I had photos of both of my mom’s grandmothers with cats.  So I went looking for those photos in my mom’s old family photos.  I was surprised to find a picture of my mom with a cat when she was a young girl.  I never thought my mom was fond of cats.  Maybe young Betty Lou Bucklin was.

But I’m pretty sure her Bucklin grandmother was fond of cats.  My mom’s dad was Fred Bucklin.  His mother was Addie May Hine Bucklin, and she was fond of cats.  I’ve already established in previous posts that she was fond of dogs.  I have a sweet recording of her talking about her little dog Sammy and his brush with death.  There are several photos of her with dogs throughout her life.  

Grandma Addie with her cat in 1937.

But there are also some photos of her with at least one cat.  Those photos were taken in 1937 at the old Bucklin homestead.  The reason I say that it is in 1937 is because that’s what is written on the bottom of the photo.  I love it when that is done.  No guessing.  No looking for vague clues.  No wondering if I’m missing something so glaringly obvious.

And though to look at the first photo of her with the cat, one would not necessarily say that she was fond of said cat.  But these photos come from an old photo album that I’m thinking was put together by Grandma Addie.  It might have been put together by one of her dozen children.  I don’t know.  But the pictures were taken at her old home, and the cat seems to be at her feet in a few photos.  There’s even a photo of the cat by itself.

Daisy Keys Phenice sitting on her porch with her cat behind her in 1950 in Hathaway, Louisiana.

My mom’s mom was named Myrtle Sylvia Phenice Bucklin.  Her mother was Daisy Keys Phenice.  She may or may not have had a love of cats.  She lived on a farm, so she probably appreciated the usefulness of cats.  Even my mom spoke positively about cats in that regard.  They help to keep rats and other vermin away from the feed for the farm animals.  We had a few cats that lived outside when I was just a toddler and we lived in the country.  

I’ve shared this photo of my great grandmother before.  It was taken after my mom gave her grandmother her first permanent wave for her hair.  Sitting behind her on the porch is a cat.  The cat looks very much at home on the porch.  I can’t tell what the cat is sitting next to.  It always makes me think of a dumbbell or a set of weights on the porch.  But I don’t think my great grandmother was known for pumping iron!  I’m not sure what it is, but the cat doesn’t seem to be bothered by whatever it is.

My cat Kew in 2000. He was a garden cat.

I can’t write a post about cats without posting a photo of my favorite cat.  Look at those eyes.  I got Kew from a coworker in 1997.  He was not a gregarious cat.  He was only friendly to me.  He tolerated Chuck.  He was mostly a garden cat.  Back then we lived at our house that we called Cloud’s End that was on a half-acre lot.  It was mostly garden.

I had a website for Cloud’s End for a long time that I used to share photos of plants and flowers.  In a blurb about the garden, one writer called Kew the mascot for Cloud’s End.  I always thought that was appropriate, and he even took a photo of Kew.  Most of our friends thought that Kew was a figment of my imagination – Van’s imaginary cat friend. 

That’s because whenever people would come around, Kew would disappear.  He didn’t go far, because as soon as they would leave, Kew would nonchalantly walk back into view.  Fortunately for me, Kew was photogenic.  So I had proof that he wasn’t imaginary.  Though he stayed out most of the day, when evening came, he would come to the window and scratch to be let in.  Then he’d spend the rest of the evening laying on my chest or sitting on my lap at the computer.

And though Kew was my favorite, Little Boy came in a very close runner up.  Surprisingly close.

 

The Keys Family in England Circa 1878

The Keys at their home in the London area of England, in late1870s.

I’ve been planning on posting this photo for about six years.  I posted an inferior version of the photo in September of 2016.  That one came from a print in the Edith Keys Segraves’ book “Cook-Keys Family: Two Centuries in England and America.”  It looked like a Xerox copy of an old photo.  It was tolerable, but I wanted better.  Thankfully, Edith Keys Segraves took good care of the photo and passed it down to her children.  In 2017 I got in touch with one of her daughters, who graciously let me borrow several photos so I could scan them and photograph them.  (Thanks again, Carolyn!)

The Keys family that I’m talking about include my great great grandparents Henry Keys and Martha Cook Keys.  Before they were married, they each had their own professions.  Henry was a tinsmith for many years, while Martha had a successful dress shop in London.   Some people may have thought that Henry was a confirmed bachelor, because he was single until the age of 47.  But then at some point probably in the late 1860s, he met Martha Ann Cook.  Martha was no spring chicken herself – she was 32 or 33 at that time.  It must have been love.

They were married on November 8, 1869, at St. James Church in the Parish of Shoreditch.  I believe it was part of the Church of England.  After their wedding, they made their home at 6 Field View Terrace in Hackney.  Shoreditch is a district in the East End of London in England and forms the southern part of the London Borough of Hackney.  Both Henry and Martha continued their chosen professions, and while doing so they started a family.  How very modern of them!  Henry Alfred Keys (later known as “The Judge” by his family in Kinder, Louisiana) was born March 18, 1870.  (She had a very short pregnancy! 😉 ) Their next child was another son.  He was also their last son.  Leonard James Keys was born on April 16, 1873.  (He would later become the father of Edith Keys, the family historian.) 

Henry, Martha, Henry Alfred, and Leonard welcomed a new addition to the family on April 20, 1876.  Finally, they had a little girl.  They named her Daisy Henrietta Martha Keys.  Her middle names came from Martha and her younger sister Henrietta.  Henrietta had a Keys family of her own – she was married to Henry’s younger brother William.  So Daisy was born into a large family.  She had her parents, her brothers, several aunts and uncles, and many cousins including eight double first cousins.  Her double first cousins lived in the London area as well, though in the Islington area.  Of importance to me is that Daisy would later be the mother of my maternal grandmother Myrtle Phenice Bucklin – the source of my mitochondrial DNA.  But you can just refer to her as my great grandmother.

Next to join the family was Rosetta Ruth Keys.  Ruth was born on Jan. 13, 1879.  She was the last of the children to be born while the family lived at 6 Field View Terrace.  In about 1880 the family moved to 70 Tiverton Road in Tottenham.  I suppose they must have moved to a larger house to make room for their growing family.  It’s what families usually do.  Tottenham, like Islington, is in North London.  The family would be closer to Henrietta and William’s family.  It is also closer to Walthamstow, which is where Martha and Henriette’s Cook family were from.  There could be other family connections that I’m not aware of.

The last child of Martha and Henry was born December 8, 1881.  She was named Mabel.  I guess they decided five children would be enough.  Every family should have a fifth!  I just say this because I’m a fifth.  I’m not sure if Mabel had been born yet when this photo was taken.  The information I saw about it says that it was taken before 1884 in Hackney.  I’m thinking that if it was taken at the Keys home in Hackney, it would have been taken before 1880.  They moved to Tottenham after that.

Even though this photo is clearer than the first version I had, it’s still a bit blurry.  Henry looks rather dapper standing up in front just behind the iron fence.  He looks as though he may have been smoking a pipe.  This could just be a smudge on the photo.  I can’t tell for sure.  Martha is sitting down to the left of him.  There is nothing of her face to make out.  She does look like she was dressed nicely.  I can make out Henry Alfred standing in front of the window.  He is decidedly older than the boy to the right of him who must be Leonard.  The only other person I think I can make out is a little girl sitting to the right of the photo within the fenced area.  That would be little Daisy when she was a young girl!  

I’m thinking the photo was taken around 1878.  That’s before 1884, so I’m not contradicting the information I was given.  The next few years were probably an ideal time for little Daisy.  Her two little sisters were born, and she was probably learning to sew from her mother.  It was said that they learned at a very young age.  They had some good years before the tragic death of her father when she wasn’t quite 10 years old.  This photo was a view back to that sweet time in the family’s life.  That’s probably why it survived the years.  I’m glad it did.

Keys Reunion 1976

My grandparents Myrtle and Fred Bucklin at the Keys Family Reunion in 1976.

I thought I would share a few photos from the 1976 Keys Family Reunion.  The event was held on Saturday July 10, 1976.  I’m not sure where it was held.  It was definitely in southern Louisiana.  It was probably in Jennings, Hathaway, Kinder, or someplace like that.  I shared a photo from the event back in June of 2018.  It was a photo of my maternal grandmother Myrtle Phenice Bucklin and her Keys cousins.  Her mother was Daisy Keys Phenice, an English immigrant.

This photo is of Grandma and Grandpa.  Grandpa would be Myrtle Phenice Bucklin’s husband Fred D. Bucklin.  They were married in 1930 and my mom Betty Lou was their second child.  Actually, you can see my mom in the background of this photo in the pinkish-looking top.  I think it was actually a red checkered print.  She is talking to her cousin Kathleen Phenice Montgomery.  Behind Grandma is Tommy Campbell.  He is married to Julie, another of my mom’s first cousins.  There are other cousins in the background that I don’t recognize.

The summer of 1976 was an eventful summer.  The whole country was celebrating the Bicentennial that year.  Back then I wrote a few posts on my blog.  One of the posts was about marching in the Bicentennial parade.  Of course I was in the band: my father was a band director!  And since we all sang and played musical instruments, we had a family band.  And it was in June of 1976 that we started playing our most notable gig at the Shakey’s Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  I blogged about that back then as well.  I even mentioned a picnic I went on with the Catholic Youth group and another outing with the Baptist group.

The Keys Family Band (AKA The Landry Family Band) sang at the 1976 Keys Reunion. We were joined by some of our musical kinfolk.

But I didn’t mention this family reunion for the Keys family!  I skipped right over it.  You would think I would mention it.  My blog posts now are all about family history.  And as you can see from this other photo, our family sang at the reunion as well.  I’m thinking that we went to the reunion and sang, then later that night we went to Shakey’s to perform our regular Saturday night appearance.  Would we skip Shakey’s to go to a family reunion?  I wish I could remember.  And it’s a shame that young Van was foolish and overlooked writing about it back then.

In the photo from left to right:  Karen, Jamie, and I were sitting at a picnic table.  I never really liked this photo of myself.  I had such terrible posture back then!  I probably still do.  I know I slouch in my chair at work all of the time.  But I don’t have groovy bell-bottomed pants anymore!  Those didn’t make it through the 70s. 

The next thing in the photo is my trombone.  It looks so shiny.  I think this was probably right after we had it relacquered.  It was my dad’s before I got it, and I think he had it back in the early 1950s.  The top of the trombone is blocked by the elbow of Tommy Campbell.  Blocking Tommy’s face is Cousin Kathleen.  Next is Kathleen’s daughter Gwynne Montgomery.  It looks like the cousins are discussing musical choices with Al on the guitar, mom with the microphone, and my dad – Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry – on the electric bass.

The entertainment at the 1976 Keys Family Reunion

The last photo is another one of the entertainers.  That is Kathleen, Tommy, Gwynne, Al, Mama, and Daddy.  Al is playing the guitar that my dad had for many years.  It was always hanging on the wall of our den at 758 Lucy Street in Jennings, Louisiana.  Except when someone was playing it. 

My mom is holding a microphone, but not HER microphone.  She didn’t like the way she sounded on the one she’s holding in this photo.  That’s the one my dad usually used.  My mom thought her voice sounded too shrill with that mic.  That’s why she’s holding it like it’s a snake!

If you look closely, you can see the banjo in the background between mom and dad.  My dad got that one after his uncle Vincent Patureau died in 1956.  I have it now.  My dad is holding a black electric bass.  I have nothing interesting to say about that.  I do have something to say about that little brown box sitting on top of the Fender amplifier.  That is Sticks.  He was the drummer for the Landry Family Band. 

That’s right, we had a drum machine to accompany us on our songs.  It was a newfangled thing at the time, and it had a wide variety of settings.  We had the perfect setting for each song that we played that was written on the top corner of the page.  It was the best that we could do, since none of us played the drums.  Besides, we wouldn’t have had room for a set of drums on that Shakey’s stage.  Sticks didn’t take up much space.

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