Bob & Betty Gone Nine Years

Yesterday was the ninth anniversary of the day of my parents’ funeral.  My parents were Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Jr. and Betty Lou Bucklin Landry.  The last wedding anniversary that they celebrated was their 64th wedding anniversary in November of 2016.  They were both having physical problems at the time but were able to get back together for their anniversary. 

Then my mom had a stroke on January 18, 2017, and died the following morning.  My dad was in hospice at the time, and I had gotten a call that he could die at any time.  Two serious phone calls on the same night.  On the morning that my mom died, my dad was getting the Last Rites.  He ended up dying five days later, and we had a joint funeral on January 28, 2017.

I was considering not writing an ‘anniversary’ post about their death this year.  But I decided to go ahead and do so.  I was going to say that you wouldn’t know that by the photo I picked, but after writing what I wrote, I’m thinking that you might think I posted the photo because it looks like my dad might be dead in the photo.  Those were not my thoughts at all.  

I had thought that I’d post something fun about them, so I prepared these two photos with the writing that was in their old photo album that they had put together during their first year of marriage.  I always thought it was fun that they took the photos and also decided to place them together in their album.  It is very lighthearted and playful revenge. 

The first photo is a photo my mom sneaked of my dad taking a nap after dinner.  The photo was taken at married housing in Kerosene Flats at Edwards Air Force Base in California.  It was during their first year together.

My dad decided to get even by taking a photo of my mom when she wasn’t ready to be photographed.  My mom was young and moved quickly back then, but my dad was quicker.  She almost made it out of the room, but fortunately for us, she didn’t quite make it.

I’ve always liked the photo.  It always puts a smile on my face.  I’m smiling right now, but I must admit that at the same time, I have bit of a tear as well.  It’s a bittersweet thing, but only because of tonight’s topic.  The photo itself is mostly just sweet.  Even though it was taken in revenge.  But really, how can this be considered revenge?  For people who like to watch reality TV to see conflict, it would make them yawn.

That’s fine by me.  I’d prefer to have parents who were bad at being vengeful.  I’m quite satisfied with that.

 

 

Rob Landry in WWI Company 2

This is a great old photo from 100 years ago.  I haven’t known about it that long, though.  The first time I saw it and the other one like it was in 2019 when a few cousins got together to share old photos.  Those two were in the Tin Can Collection that Aunt Wana had in her attic for many years.  The photos are not only old, but they are also very long.  Actually, they were rolled up in a tube.  So they weren’t actually in the tin can per se, but I still refer to them as part of the Tin Can Collection.  I had to scan the photos in three separate scans and then stitch them together.  The main difference between this photo and the other one is that the men are not wearing their hats in this photo.

But look at this great old photo.  It’s definitely worth it.  I cleaned it up a little also to make it look a bit more cared for.  The photos have writing on them, and they give the date of August 1918.  The group is identified as Co 2 Advance Detachment E.O.T.C.  I’m not really sure what that means.  It was taken at Camp Humphreys, which was in Virginia.  My grandfather Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry was stationed there in1917 to 1918 for training purposes.  He joined the military when he was 24 years old.  

He seemed to have had good memories of his time in the service.  There are several photos of him by himself, with friends, and in large groups.  There’s even some of him playing his favorite sport – baseball.  He wasn’t having fun the whole time, of course.  Like I said, he was there to train.  One of the things he was training on were large guns, like cannons.  It’s the reason he had hearing loss for the rest of his life.  He also never saw action.  Just a few months after this photo was taken, the Great War came to an end.  He was honorably discharged on Dec. 4, 1918.  Those papers say he was in Company 1.

Here is a crop of the photo so you can see which one is my Pee Paw.  He’s in the middle of this one.

My Favorite Finds From 2025

I thought I’d write a post about the favorite things I came across in my family history ramblings last year.  I found two really good stories about my ancestors doing commendable things.  And the other thing was an old record that was found from hundreds of years ago.  I’m always on the lookout for things like that and like to share what I find with everyone.  That way family members can see some information about their ancestors, and I’ll have a way of recording it so I don’t forget about it!  The downside is that I don’t give resources for the things I find.  I figure if people what to verify it is true or not, they can do an online search and find it, too.  At least they know what to search for.

“French Peasant” by Kevin Leveque circa May 19, 2020 (the day he posted it online).

The first image I’m using in this post is of a painting by a cousin.  The painting is called “French Peasant” and it was painted around 2020 by Kevin Leveque, a third cousin from my Landry great grandmother.  He posted a photo of the painting on Facebook, and I commented on how much I liked it.  It always makes me think of my French and Acadian ancestresses who lived and worked on farms through the years.  Kevin and I have many common ancestors, including two of the maternal ones I’m talking about here.

The first discovery I’m talking about is the discovery of Michelle Aucoin’s birth record.  She was born in LaRochelle, France, on January 29, 1620.  Her parents were Martin Aucoin and Barbe Minguette.  The family made the crossing to the New World in 1642 and were some of the founders of Acadie.  Many of those early founders’ birth records are a mystery.  There have been people looking for them for years with no luck.  So when one is discovered, it’s kind of a big thing.  At least for those of us who are looking.

Daddy had her in his tree with the correct birthplace and a close estimated birth year.  He also had the father’s name correct.  He didn’t have the correct mother and hadn’t made all of the connections to her, but I’m always amazed at all of the information he discovered.  He put in most of the branches on the tree, while I’m just fine tuning and pruning a bit.  My work is based on the groundwork provided by him and Mee Maw.  I know they would be excited with the new information being discovered.

The second discovery had something to do with a witchcraft trial in Quebec in 1684.  Though the trial was in Quebec, the events that were being questioned occurred in Acadie and involved our ancestors Francois Pellerin and Andree Martin.  The witchcraft part of the story was intriguing, but my favorite part was about the actions of my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother Andree Martin.  That’s right, she was my 8X great grandmother.  It was a long time ago.  By the way, Michelle Aucoin was also my 8X great grandmother. 

Anyway, Andree was visiting her sister one year.  As they were walking along, they witnessed a man harassing a young girl.  Instead of ignoring the situation, she asked the man to stop, then made him stop.  I love that she did the right thing.  It was not the last of their unpleasant interactions, though.  That may have led to her accusing him of using witchcraft to kill her husband.  She might have believed it, but she may have said what she needed to so the man would be stopped.  It worked.

The last of my favorite discoveries has to do with the Hine line in my mom’s tree.  This event occurred over a hundred years later than the first two stories, and it has to do with my 4X great grandfather John Hein.  He was born in 1747 in Dillenberg, Germany, to Johannes Jacob Hein and Ann Schober.  He immigrated with his father and stepmother in October 1753 to Broad Bay, Maine.  They later moved to Wachovia, North Carolina, which is where our ancestor John performed his heroic act.  He and two friends were attempting to cross a flooded creek to respond to some request for help.  All they had was a shabby canoe, and they decided to make the attempt anyway.  The canoe sank and Brother Hein was the only one that knew how to swim.  Despite the strong currents, our John was able to save his two friends.  Commendable indeed!

So now we’re on to another year.  I’m hoping for new discoveries, new photos…new everything.  We’re living in the future.  Happy New Year to everyone.

Landry Christmas 1958

Can you believe it?  I almost forgot about writing a post today.  I was reminded earlier, and it slipped my mind.  Then we started watching a movie.  It was interrupted by a phone call.  When the caller asked what we were doing, I was reminded again about it.  You would think after doing this for ten years that I wouldn’t forget about my Thursday night obligation.  Not that it’s really an obligation.  I forgot about it last Christmas, too, and was two days late with my post.  Not this year.

Landry Family Christmas Eve Get Together in 1958 in Lake Charles, Louisiana

I thought I would go ahead and do another Christmas post this year since it is Christmas Day.  Merry Christmas!  It’s what I had planned all along.  Three Christmas post this year seemed right.  The first one included a photo from the 1970s.  The second one had a photo from the 1960s.  So I thought I’d follow the trend and include a photo from a decade earlier.  

This photo is from 1958 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  That’s a long time ago.  I wasn’t even born yet.  But I would soon be joining these siblings and cousins in the Landry Christmas traditions.  Back then the event would occur at my grandmother’s house in Lake Charles.  She was born in Crescent, Louisiana, which is near Plaquemine.  She was given the name Germaine Erie Patureau, though she usually went by Erie.  She would grow up in Crescent and Lafayette, get married to Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry, and then reared a family in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

She became a grandmother in 1948 when my cousin Shirley was born.  We call her “The First” because she demands it.  It was at that point that my grandmother went from Erie and Mama to Mee Maw.  My grandfather was called Pee Paw and he was around for most of these earlier cousins, but he died in 1957, so I never knew him.  I didn’t think about all of those things back then.  I just knew that we all loved going to be with our aunts, uncles, and cousins at Mee Maw’s house.  You could tell that she loved all of her grandchildren very much.  I’m pretty sure I was her favorite, though.

But in 1958 I wasn’t there, so someone else must have been the favorite at that point.  It could have been Shirley.  She was the first, as we all know.  And I will admit that she is loveable. But then my sister Jodie was pretty special too.  Doesn’t she look angelic in her pink dress?  She was the first in my family.  That’s always a special thing.  Look at Doug, who is in the black shirt in front of Jodie.  He was the first in Aunt Germaine’s family.  He looks really happy.  Maybe Mee Maw told him that he was her favorite (so far!)

I think that’s what she wanted.  How could she not love all of those little kids who were her grandchildren?  She wanted them to feel special and that she loved them best.  I think she accomplished that.  She had lots of love to go around.

IPSIWHFT

The Carol of the Star

I don’t usually have a blog based on music, much less an individual song, but I think this one deserves it.  I’ve actually shared the song before.  That was five years ago, and the post was about the music that my dad – Bob Landry – had directed many moons ago at the Northside gym in Jennings.  Our family moved to Jennings, Louisiana, in the early 60s.  At first he taught at Elton, but then he moved to Northside Junior High in Jennings.  I don’t really remember the two years he taught at Elton, but I remember those early years at the Northside gym.

Jennings Northside Jr. High School summer band program 1966.

I have lots of memories from the band programs there.  I wasn’t even in school yet, but my siblings and I would go to the summer band program every summer.  I think it was a way to give my mom a break from taking care of the six of us.  We would go to that old un-air-conditioned gym in the heat of the summer and think nothing of it.  It wasn’t just a gym.  There were aisles of schoolrooms on either side of it.  We would go to a classroom, take out our ukuleles (guitars for the older kids), sit in our seats, and sing and play the songs shown with the overhead projector as the fan oscillated back and forth across our slightly sweaty faces.  It was heaven!

We’d sing songs like “Down in the Valley” that only had a few chords.  At first you really had to concentrate to get the fingerings right for that C or G chord and try to sing along as you strummed the ukulele to the right rhythm.  You would improve and then it was easier to play songs like “This Land Is Your Land” that had more chords.  We even learned to sing a little Spanish with “Cuando Calienta El Sol.”  We learned about our brave military heroes from the song “The Ballad of the Green Beret.”  Those songs all evoke such memories when I hear them now. 

But the song that evokes the most memories is the song “The Carol of the Star.”  The chorus at Northside would sing that every year at Christmastime at the gathering for the end of the fall semester.  My dad made recordings of some of those concerts on an old reel-to-reel recorder.  He kept them in the kitchen closet for many years.  I’m sure the old 1959 Harry Simone original recording of the song was in there as well.  It was such a fun song to sing.  There were lots of harmonies and echoes, and the older boys got to sing the best “Bum pa dum pa dum, bum pum” part.  It’s a great Christmas song that you don’t ever hear anywhere.

This recording was made fifteen years ago.  My brother Al recorded me singing the first verse over the phone when he was in Chicago and I was in North Carolina.  He also recorded himself and my sister Jamie singing the second and third verses.  My sister Karen, and my mom and dad sang some harmonies for him before he worked his magic and combined them all together.  I don’t know how he got Jamie’s husband Allen to sing the “Bum pa dum” part.  I’ve never heard him sing!  Al did multiply it and do some editing on it.  It’s a shame that my brother Rob wasn’t in on it.

The song is very moving to me.  I like to listen to it with my ear buds in, so there is no external distraction.  When I start the song, I can hear myself singing, and then Karen joins in right beside me.  Like in olden days.  As other voices join in, I really do get transported to those early days of singing this song.  It’s like my parents are right behind me again making sure we all know the words and the melody of the song.  Sometimes it seems like Jodie was still around singing along with us, but she had died long before the recordings were made.  Her voice was similar to mom’s and my sisters’ voices.  It’s like we are all together again.

I’m sure that many of my dad’s students from back in the day have a similar experience when they hear this song.  I’m including the old recording from 1966 at Northside.  I think they did a great job for junior high school students.  When I hear it, I can picture that old gym so clearly.  When I posted this song previously, I did get comments about it doing the same for other students from then.  It’s not too soon to share it again.

Landry family Christmas 1974 in Jennings, Louisiana.

I also have to share a photo from an old Christmas in the past.  Some people won’t look at a post unless there is an interesting photo to look at.  My interesting photo is an old family photo from the Christmas of 1974.  It’s a photo Rob sent to me a while back.  He had his new Minolta camera with a timer on it.  Everyone can be in the photo!  From left to right (and top to bottom) are Rob, Al, Van, Betty (mom), Jamie, Dennis Franklin (Jodie’s first husband), Jodie, Karen, and Bob.

I hope that was interesting enough.  I think the song is more than interesting, but that’s me.  Hopefully others will find a connection to it.

 

Ten Years

Can you believe it?  I’ve made a whole ten years of writing these family history blog posts without missing a week.  I’ve even wrote a few extra along the way, so I have more than 520 posts.  I had no goal when I first started posting old photos that I started to collect when looking into the history of my different family lines.

Those first posts were just sharing old photos and identifying who the people were.  I started adding the connections I had with the people.   Then I started telling stories about the information I was finding.  Most of the times I was talking about photos, but I also wrote about letters, musical instruments, death notices, artwork, a bed, or any other item that was associated with my family one way or the other. 

I’ve learned a lot about my family over the past ten years.  Lots of times I write the information I have found so I won’t forget it.  It’s also so other people in the family can learn about their history as well.  I have no idea how many people read it or whether they are saving copies of some of those old photos I’ve found.  I don’t really keep track of it.  Of course, I do like it when I get positive comments and people share information that they remember about certain family members and events.  

I thought I’d post some of my favorite photos that I’ve discovered while doing these posts.  When I’m running out of photos, it encourages me to seek out old photos from various sources.  I’ve even had people send me photos that they had found so I can use them for these posts.  I’ve gotten together with cousins who are so good about sharing their old photos. 

Patureau family in 1864

So my favorite photo is also one of the oldest photos that I have.  I had an old version of it for many years.  It was just an old Xerox copy of the Patureau family from 1864.  My dad must have gotten it from a cousin years ago.  His mother was a Patureau.  I tried editing it a few times, but it wasn’t really good.  I used it in a post in 2018, but I was always on the lookout for a better version.

In 2021 I found out about the Pierre Ferdinand Patureau Collection at the Tyrrell Historical Library in Beaumont.  One of the Patureau cousins had donated a huge collection of items associated with the family.  I went there to see it and one of the things I was looking for was that old 1864 photo.  You cannot imagine how thrilled I was to see that original photo in excellent condition.  I stood up from where I was sitting and wanted to hoop and holler!  I could barely contain my excitement.  I got a little choked up and maybe even shed a tear.  Definitely the strongest reaction I’ve ever had to a photo.

George Hine circa 1900

And now for second best.  At times like this when I realize how many wonderful old photos I have.  I’ll have to go with an image I cropped from an old family photo on my mom’s dad’s side of the family.  I love the original photo.  My mom had an old photo of the photo that I never really paid attention to.  

When I started researching, I got in touch with mom’s cousins and got lots of Bucklin photos.  I even got an original framed print of this photo of the Hine family.  My grandfather Fred Bucklin’s grandfather was George Hine.  I edited the photo from a scan that my cousin Joseph had done.  I spent a lot of time on that photo! 

But what struck me the most when I was doing that was the face of George.  There’s so much character in that face.  So I made a crop of the face and worked to get it looking just right.  I have a framed enlargement hanging in our bathroom.  

My grandfather Robert Joseph Landry is the Man in Black in the middle of this photo. January 1912

My third favorite photo that I’ve gotten during this time is a photo of my grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. in January of 1912.  I think it came from my dad’s collection that I got when my parents moved into Assisted Living.  I don’t remember seeing that photo before then.  He had several other great photos that I didn’t know of, including one my Mee Maw when she was a young girl known as Erie Patureau.  That one almost made the cut.

But the one of my grandfather with a group of friends/cousins is definitely a favorite.  And my favorite version of it is this colorized one.  I’m not usually a fan of colorized photos, but for some reason it works for this one.  I like it because some of the cousins in the photo are also related to some of my coworkers.  I have a copy of it hanging in my cubicle at work.

Harry Clifton Phenice in Cripple Creek Gold Mine circa 1906

I can’t talk about favorite family photos without mentioning my old gold mine photo.  My mom had it as long as I can remember, and now I have it.  It’s a photo of her grandfather Harry Clifton Phenice (man sitting front right with mustache) in a gold mine in Colorado around 1906.

I don’t know how they took such a great photo in a gold mine back then.  You can even see the candles they were using to be able to see down there.  I spent a bit of time on this one, too.  If you saw the original, you wouldn’t think that it would scan well.

Tez would travel with my Mee Maw (on the right), who was Tez’s aunt. circa 1970

Besides having favorite photos, I also have some favorite posts where the main focus wasn’t a photo.  I’d have to say my favorite was the one about the Bumply UG.  It is a story loosely based on my dad’s cousin Therese Wynhoven Mouton.  She was known by various nicknames such as Tez, Wynie (sounds like Whiney), and by some as Cousin Wart. 

So many of my cousins could relate to the story, because they had stories to tell about Therese as well.  I think I got more comments on that post than any of the others.  The story and the comments always make me laugh.  Tez was a character, and she liked to travel with my grandmother.

On a more serious note, one of my other favorite posts was about a much sadder situation.  In 2020 I decided to write about the experiences that my Acadian ancestors had been through during the Grand Derangement or Great Expulsion.  If you don’t know about that, it was back in 1755.  A group of French people settled the area of Acadie in North America in the 1600s. 

They were some of the earliest settlers in the New World.  But the area they lived in was disputed between English and French for many years.  In 1755 the English got fed up with the Acadians and decided to Exile them.  They burned their homes, destroyed their churches, slaughtered their livestock, and forced them onto ships to the English colonies.  I had read about this for a while and decided to try to find out the stories of my ancestors.

There are so many sad stories.  So many people lost family members.  Lots of times they lost touch with most of their families and didn’t know whether they lived or died.  While looking through all of those family tragedies, one of them stood out.  It was the experiences of Marie Magdeleine Granger.  So many personal tragedies.  I won’t go into all of the details again, but she really does personify perseverance. 

So there you have it.  My looking back at my looking back.  I hope you keep enjoying them.

Pee Paw Played for Gulf States

My grandfather played baseball in Lake Charles when working for Gulf States Utilities.

It’s been a while since I posted a baseball photo of my Landry grandfather.  I posted one back in 2021, and before that one it had been five years since I posted one.  I was once concerned about overdoing it with his baseball photos, but I had no reason to be concerned.  Maybe I should have posted more!  After all, he was a semiprofessional baseball player back in the heyday of baseball’s infancy.

My grandfather was born in 1893 in Westlake, Louisiana.  He grew up with a family of four older brothers.  I’m sure there were lots of games played in that family during that time.  What else were they to do?  There was no television and certainly no internet, so they were left to their own devices.  If their children and grandchildren are any indication of their behaviors, games were being played.

And with games comes competition.  Having older brothers pushes you to be better earlier if you want to compete.  I’m thinking that must have been the case with young Robert Joseph Landry – better known as Rob at the time.  I really don’t know anything about his education.  I’ve never heard anyone talk about that.  He did marry a schoolteacher, and previous generations of the family were known to value education.  But I did hear about him being a semiprofessional baseball player.  There are photos to document that.  

Rob Landry was my grandfather.

Rob was involved with a baseball group out of Beaumont, Texas.  The year was 1915, and the group was the Texas League Beaumont Oilers.  The photo of that group is the earliest photo that I have of his baseball career.  It was taken during tryouts.  I don’t know much about Rob’s involvement with the group.  His career took a break in 1917 when he joined the military during World War I.  There’s a photo of him with a group of other guys playing baseball during that period.  He didn’t give up the sport completely during that year-long stint.

The war ended before he was ever deployed and after that he went to work for Gulf States Utilities.  His father had died in the beginning of 1917.  The rest of the family moved to Lake Charles shortly after that.  The caps of these baseball uniforms have an LC on them, which I’m pretty sure is for Lake Charles.  I think he was living with his mom, his widower brother Seb, and Seb’s young daughter Manette.  I think it was during this time that Rob was playing for the Sawdust Circuit in that same area.  I suppose he played for Gulf States because that’s where he worked.

I estimated that this photo was taken around 1920 or 1921.  A newspaper article said that he played until that time, even though his pitching arm was not quite what it used to be.  Rob Landry is standing in the back row of this photo.  He is the second from the right.  Or you can easily see him in the crop that I enhanced in the second image.  He was starting to be known as Pappy back during this time.  It wasn’t until much later when he became a grandfather that he would be called Pee Paw.

Bobbie and Siblings Circa 1930

I came across this photo tonight and I just had to share it.  I didn’t remember seeing it before, but it is in a folder that I look through from time to time.  Tonight it really stood out to me, so I cleaned it up a bit.  It took me way too long.  I think my hand has a cramp in it from all of the cleanup.  It had lots of fine scratch lines all over it.  I had to make sure the faces were clear of blemishes.  Then I didn’t want so many scratches in the background either.  Like I said, it took way too long.

The Landry children of Lake Charles, Louisiana, around 1930

But doesn’t it look amazing?!  Maybe not amazing, but it is definitely a charming photo from almost a hundred years ago.  It’s a photo of my dad with his older siblings from around 1930.  My dad was Robert Joseph Landry, Jr. and he was born on January 31, 1929, in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  He was known as Bobbie back then to his family.  They called him that the rest of his life.

The parents of these children were Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry and Germaine Erie Patureau Landry.  Rob was born and grew up in Westlake, Louisiana, and Erie was born and grew up in Crescent, Louisiana, which is around Plaquemine, Louisiana.  So how did they meet?  They were related, of course.  Erie’s mom Marie Therese Landry Patureau was the first cousin of Rob.  Cousins marrying cousins was way more common than it is now.  They definitely didn’t have the same aversion to it that people have now.

So Rob and Erie got married November 12, 1921, in Lafayette, Louisiana, which is where the Patureau family was living at the time.  But Rob and Erie went to live in Lake Charles, just across the lake from Westlake.  The first child they had was Marie Therese who was born in 1923.  That’s Marie on the far right of the photo.  The second born was Alcide Joseph and he was born in 1924.  A. J. is the one standing directly behind my dad, who you see in the front of the photo.  Actually, I think A. J. is sitting down next to the other two siblings.

When I was working on the photo, I zoomed in quite a bit to work on all the fine scratches on it.  Did I tell you that it took a long time?  Yes, I definitely did.  When I got to one little patch, I thought I was looking at some trellis under the porch or whatever it is they are sitting on.  I zoomed back out and realized that what I had seen were the plaid stockings that A. J. was wearing!  He’s got on an interesting outfit.  Moving along in the order of birth, we come to Hubert Joseph who was born in 1925.  That’s Hubert looking all cool on the far left of the photo.  I’m pretty sure this was before he learned how to play the harmonica. 

The fourth child of Rob and Erie came in 1927.  Germaine Erie was named after her mother but went by her first name.  I was thinking this photo might have come from her by way of the Secret Collection – so many of them do – but it actually came from an envelope of negatives that I discovered a few years ago.  My dad must have gotten them from his mom many years ago.  And now you can see it in all of its glory.  There may be a few little scratches left, but I got rid of most of the serious ones.  I think it was worth it.

Betty Lou in 1963

Betty Lou Bucklin Landry on July 3, 1963, in Jennings, Louisiana.

I can’t believe I’ve never used this photo of my mom before in all of my family history posts I have written.  It’s one of my favorite photos of her.  It is so 1960s.  The bright red colors in the photo show up so saturated in the photos from that time.  And with this photo, it really makes it pop.  Her bright red lipstick.  Her red plaid flannel culottes. The red striped potholder.  Even the handy red ice crusher.  It all just pops.

The year was 1963.  The day was July 5.  See?  You can see the calendar on the wall.  I’m pretty sure that was a calendar that we would get every year from the Our Lady Help of Christians Catholic church in Jennings, Louisiana.  We had moved to Jennings from Lake Charles less than a year earlier.  My younger sister Jamie was born in Lake Charles, and July 5, 1963, was her first birthday. 

If you casually look at the calendar, you might think that July 5th was on a Wednesday that year, but you would be wrong.  It hasn’t been flipped over to July yet.  How could my mom let that happen?  Just because she had six children under the age of ten didn’t mean she could let things escape her notice!  I’m sure it was the least of her worries that day.  She had a house full of people.  Her sisters and their families were coming over to visit.

The day of the week was actually Friday.  It was probably the fourth of July weekend, so that’s why everyone was able to come.  Plus it was time for summer vacation.  Of course, I’m taking the word of whoever wrote the date on the back of this old photo.  I know all of the cousins at the time were there, because there are photos to prove that.  I don’t see a photo of a birthday cake for Jamie, but maybe I didn’t get that photo.  There might be proof.  But like the calendar, the fifth and sixth kids of the family didn’t get as much undivided attention as the earlier kids.  We don’t have as many photos of us as the others.  Of course, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

I like seeing all the little details in this photo.  Like the potholders and that oh so familiar red ice crusher.  That thing lasted for years.  So did that pot that she’s cooking the shrimp creole in.  Again, I think my mom wrote that on the back of the photo.  Yes, she did.  I just checked the original that is sitting on my shelf across the way.  She also mentions that it was the old Dupuy place.  In another blurb she wrote that it was the Dupre place.  I’m thinking that Dupre might have been correct.  For years I thought we rented it from a Mr. Sonnier.  That’s the name of the man that came by to fix things, or collect rent, or do businessy things.  I was just a kid less than three years old.  What did I know about such things?  

We rented that old place for two years when we first moved to Jennings.  It was kinda in the country and it had a big barn in the back.  We had a dog, cats, cows, and horses.  I know the dog was ours.  Her name was Princess and there are lots of photos of her.  The cats were ours.  They were outside cats.  I always thought that they found food on their own in the barn and such places.  But tonight, I noticed the Purina Cat Chow on the top of the cabinets in this photo.  I also know that the horses were ours.  Another thing I was corrected about later in life.  I don’t know if the cows belonged to us or not.  Probably not, but Princess was good about rounding them up if they ever got loose.

The Bucklin cousins in 1963

Obviously, that first photo was taken in the kitchen in the house.  I don’t know how my mom could possibly have made enough shrimp creole for all of the people that we see in the photo of all the cousins.  Maybe they brought their own food to share.  Maybe Grandma Myrtle and Grandpa Fred brought some, too.  Though they do not show up in any of the photos.  It seems like they would have been there.  They only lived ten minutes away in Hathaway.

But look, there’s Rhonda, Larry and Rob, Toni holding Glen, Jodie holding Jamie, Lynn, Karen, and Paul.  And there are more on the floor!  Kevin, Al, Van (me), Keith, and Brent all look so painstankling cute.  Wouldn’t you say so?

Ok, they were all cute.  And so was my mom.  That’s what this post is all about.

A Big Landry Family Reunion

1991 get together of Landry family members

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

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

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

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

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

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

1991 photo of Landry family members

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

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

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

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

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