Pappy Landry on the Streetcar

This is a photo of my paternal grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Sr.  He was known by friends and family as Rob or Uncle Rob.  His children called him Papa or Pappy.  But us grandchildren all knew him as Pee Paw.  (Though some of us spell it wrong – PePaw or some such thing.)  It was taken around 1924 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

Rob was born on Jan. 9, 1893, in Westlake, Louisiana, to Civil War veteran Simon Alcide Joseph Landry and Marie Celeste Leveque.  Alcide and Celeste were half 1st cousins once removed with a common ancestor of Joseph Ignatius Landry.  Both were born on plantations in slave-era southern Louisiana just before the Civil War.  They were married in 1868 in West Baton Rouge Parish, which is where they had grown up.  Their first child Marie Marguerite Carmelite (named after both grandmothers) Landry arrived in 1870.  They then had seven sons in a row.  The next daughter arrived around 1889, probably just before the family moved to the Westlake area.

I’m not really sure why the family moved to that area.  Probably for employment opportunities.  They weren’t the only ones in the family that moved there.  A few other families from the extended Landry, Leveque, and Bird families moved there.  I’m sure they moved there hoping for the best of everything, but sadly that was not to be.  Their oldest daughter Marguerite Carmelite died shortly after moving there.  She is buried in the Old Catholic Cemetery in Lake Charles.

It wasn’t long before our very own little Rob showed up and hopefully brought some joy to their lives.  He was the last child to be born to the couple.  His father Alcide was 47 at the time of his birth.  He was the baby of the family and the one closest in age to him was the only surviving sister Marie Therese (there’s that name again!) who was four years older than him.  When he was six years old, she died as well.  So after that he grew up as the youngest son of six or seven boys.  (I am not entirely sure of the number of sons in the family or if any died early.)

As you know from previous posts, he was fond of baseball and fishing and he was in World War I.  He also worked for Gulf States Utilities and one of the positions he held was that of streetcar conductor.  And that is who you see in this photo.  Rob as a young man starting out with a company that he would stay with for several years.  He had married his sweetheart Erie Patureau and they were starting a family of their own in Lake Charles.  He looks like a friendly and happy fellow.  I like that.

A Bazaar Picnic

I’m not really sure about the circumstances of this picnic.  But for some reason the photos and the writing on the back of them has captured my attention.  At least for now!  As much as I like old photos of my ancestors, the addition of seeing their handwriting in letters or on photos is a nice bonus.

 

These photos were taken around this time of year, but they were from 63 years ago.  The exact date was October 17, 1954.  This first photo shows uncle Duffy, my cousin Douglas Winn, my Mee Maw (paternal grandmother Germaine Erie Patureau Landry), another cousin Dennis Landry, uncle Joe Raley, and aunt Frances Raley.  The little girl sitting on the blanket in the front is not identified.  I’m thinking it is another cousin Daphne Winn, because she looks to be too young to be The First (Shirley Landry) who would have been seven at the time.  It’s Mee Maw’s writing on the back, because as you can see, she labels herself as ‘me.’

The grand occasion for this picnic was named on the photo.  It reads, “The St. Huberts (sp) Bazaar was held in Prejean’s pasture, so we went to Wana’s and I had a picnic in her back yard with children.  But we never could get them all together.”  I’m not sure if the Bazaar was canceled or it was just close to Wana’s house, but Mee Maw must have decided it was the perfect day for a picnic at her daughter’s house.  And those disagreeable children would not behave and get together for a group photo.  But we have the photos nonetheless to memorialize that outstanding picnic from years gone by.

This other photo is obviously from the same day.  But it was written by one of Mee Maw’s children.  (Hence the naming of Mee Maw as ‘Mama’ on the back of the photo.)  In this photo you see Duffy, Frances, Joe, Douglas, Mee Maw, and Dennis.  Even though the photo doesn’t mention it, you can also see the legs of the little girl on the blanket that I call Daphne.  (I’m sure Daphne has this photo with all the names on it too, but hers probably has her name written on it!  Unless of course, it is not Daphne.)

I like other details of the photo as well.  You can see the bottles of Coca-Cola on the blanket.  No canned sodas back then!  No red Solo cup either.  And Mee Maw was prepared, too.  She had a box of Cut Rite wax paper in her lap in case there were leftovers to save for later.

Oh, well, that’s it.  Just a short little picnic in Wana’s back yard.  Nothing fancy.  Nothing really important.  Not much to write about when you think about it.  But sometimes it’s those simple things that can be cherished the most.  What any one of her grandkids wouldn’t give to be able to have a nice little October picnic in their back yard with their beloved Mee Maw.

Marie Therese Landry Patureau

You have to be careful when you talk about my father’s maternal grandmother.  Not that she’ll get mad at you or anything, it’s just that the name Marie Therese is very popular in our family.  Not only did my great grandmother have the name, but so did my dad’s sister (Aunt Marie), one of his first cousins (Sis – thanks again for providing this new and improved photo of your namesake!), and one of my second cousins (Therese).  And there are a few other more distant cousins with the same name too.

Marie Therese Landry circa 1888.  She was the mother of my Mee Maw.

This Marie Therese was born in 1868 to Trasimond Landry and his wife Marie Amelie “Belite” Bujol Landry in Brusly, Louisiana.  She was the first child born to that union.  According to the book “The Tirailleurs”, Trasimond and Belite began courting during the Civil War.  I guess you can call it courting even though he was fighting in a war.  They saw each other on an occasional leave and then corresponded by letters.  Belite was one of four beautiful daughters of widow Bujol, and Trasimond was particularly partial to her tender charms.

Trasimond and Belite were married after the war on Nov. 30, 1867.  Ten months later came along our little Marie Therese.  Over the next eight years two sisters and two brothers joined her.  They lived on a farm at first, but then Trasimond gave up farming and became a teacher and took on some minor roles in politics.  He died when Marie Therese was only eleven years old, so I’m sure she helped her mother out with the younger children.  Belite married Magloire Babin in 1880, which led to two younger half-sisters for Marie Therese.  I don’t have much more information about the next few years.

I do know that Marie Therese married Vincent Maximilian Patureau on Oct. 10, 1888, in Brusly, but afterwards they were living in Plaquemine on Patureau Lane.  I don’t know how they met, but it was probably through the family.  They were cousins after all!  Hey, if her parents did it, why not her?  It was the custom back then.  Ten months after they were married, Marie Therese and Max welcomed their first child into the world.  They went on to have many more children – and lose a few – until our Marie Therese died on October 4, 1909, at the young age of 41.  The anniversary is just a few days off.  So think about her on her anniversary, whether your name is Marie Therese or not!

Music in the Family Series Part VII – Bob Landry’s Life of Music

Surely you couldn’t think that I had finished my series of Music in the Family without shining the spotlight on my dad?  His whole life was practically about music.  His career, his hobbies, and interests were mostly centered around music.  It was the only “other woman” that my mom had to worry about!  It took more time away from her than she liked at times.

My dad was involved in choral music, band music, and barbershop singing.  If anybody was interested in music and had a question or needed help, Bob Landry was willing to help.  It didn’t matter about your heritage, race, sex, or social status, he gave his time freely, which sometimes bothered my mom.  At times she struggled to makes ends meet on the salary of a band teacher and some of those people he was helping could afford to be paying for private lessons!  But my dad couldn’t be bothered.  Music was the important thing!

Newspaper article circa Aug. 1963

I just came across this article from around August of 1963 when I was looking for photos for this post.  I didn’t even know it existed, but it has a lot of information in it that I was wanting to know.  It tells about the history of my dad’s musical experiences just prior to beginning work in the band and choral programs in Jefferson Davis Parish.  He taught for two years in Elton and then moved on to Jennings at Northside Junior High School where he would make his mark on so many people in Jennings through the years.

The article indicates that Daddy began learning band instruments his freshman year at Landry Memorial High School in Lake Charles under the direction of Eddie See.  This was around 1942 and the two of them would have a long history together.  (Such as creating the McNeese fight song “Jolie Blon”)  During high school my dad learned many various instruments and even taught other students during his senior year.

McNeese band circa 1947

After high school he went to McNeese and was in the band there.  This is a photo of the McNeese band in 1947.  Bob – or Pluto as he was known by many back then – can be seen on the far right of the photo with a baritone.

I know that about this same time is when my dad began to get involved with barbershop singing.  He was a member of the Society for the Preservation and Encouragement of Barber Shop Quartet Singing in America or SPEBSQSA for short.  Growing up in the Landry household meant that you knew these letters and what they stood for!

Bob and Betty Landry played baritone for McNeese. They can be seen in the upper left of the photo. Bob on the left, Betty in the middle, and third baritone on the right.

Daddy’s college career included stints at Lafayette and Baton Rouge.  It was in Baton Rouge that he met my mom when she visited the campus for a solo and ensemble festival in 1950.  He returned to McNeese when it became a four year school and my mom started college that same year.  My dad was the first student at McNeese to play a senior recital in 1951.  This photo is a photo I scanned from the McNeese yearbook that shows the band performing in the auditorium.  You can see mom and dad in the upper left part of the photo.  Who would have guessed that they’d be making music together for 65 more years after that?

Daddy was in the first graduating class from McNeese in 1952 and then went on to join the Air Force. While there, he was in the Air Force band. Shortly after that he and my mom were married and started a family. Jodie was born in California and Rob was born in Albuquerque while he was in the Air Force. They moved back to Lake Charles where Karen, Al, Van (me), and Jamie were born. Daddy continued his educational pursuits and earned his Master’s Degree from LSU in 1962

1966 summer band program at Northside

As I said earlier, he began teaching at Northside in 1965. I have so many memories from those early years of the band program.  He had the summer band program in the old Northside gym.  It was before there was air conditioning in the building, so it could get rather warm in there with all those little bodies running around and singing with their warm little breaths!  They had classrooms on the side of the gym and we would meet in there to sing and play as the big fan in front of the classroom would swing back and forth.  We young kids would play the ukulele and the older ones would graduate to guitar and bass.  And oh the songs we’d sing:  This Land is Your Land, Five Foot Two, Down in the Valley, Red Sails in the Sunset, The Ballad of the Green Beret, Cuando Calienta el Sol, Mobile, and many many more. (One of those songs was Swinging Shepherd Blues with my sister Jodie and her friend Stella Duvall playing a flute duet.)

Barbershop quartet The Crawdads – Bob Landry, Oran Richard, Steve Coco, and Nathan Avant circa 1968

During this time Daddy was also continuing his involvement with barbershop.  He would always have a barbershop quartet, plus he would work with the chorus in Lafayette or Jennings.  This photo is from around 1968 and includes Bob Landry, Oran Richard, Steve Coco, and Nathan Avant.  This group was called the Crawdads, and there were the BoBobAlNicks, the Pride of the Marsh, and many other quartets.  I should remember more and will recognize many of them that people mention to me from time to time.  And some of the people in the quartets should be mentioned: Al Cassidy, Rusty Cassidy, John McBurney, Bobby Henry, Nick Pizzolatto, Steven Comeaux, George Smith, Doc McGregor, and again many more that I should remember!

Pam Jones, Bob Landry, and John McZeal at the band drive at Northside.

One of the big events at Northside over the years was the instrument drive in the new band room (with air conditioning!) with the help of Swicegood’s Music and Orville Kelly.  Bright, young students with an interest in band would show up to see where they might fit into this celebrated band program in Jennings.  Daddy would assess the interest of the kids and see what instrument might be the best fit for the individual.  Some people just didn’t have the right embouchure for certain instruments.  I remember that he also gave a music aptitude test to the students at some point.  I will now admit that I was always jealous of the fact that Damon Cormier made a 100 on that test and I didn’t.  Let’s not speak of this ever again.

1967 Northside band party – siblings Karen in foreground in front of Jodie, behind them is Rob in blue shirt, me (Van) with elbow covering my forehead, and Al in red block shirt next to me.

The other yearly event for the Northside band was the band party that was held at our house on Lucy Street. All the kids would come over to our house and wreak havoc. Thank goodness there was a large empty lot across the street for playing games like horseshoes and such in addition to the basketball goal we had in our driveway. My mom would always provide the refreshments for the party. My absolute favorite memory of those refreshments was when we made some special sugar cookies. We shaped them like snakes, put cross hatches on the bodies to look like scales, and gave them eyes made out of red hots! They were a big hit. I especially enjoyed the parties when I was younger because I got to hang out with the big kids likes Celia Joe Black.

1970s – Bob Landry playing upright bass with the MoodMasters

Then the mid 70s came around and there was lots of playing music for dances and such.  Not any of that “rock and roll trash” that was saturating the airways, but good music.  Needless to say, my dad was not a fan of rock and roll.  I remember even earlier when the Beatles were on the Ed Sullivan show and my dad had me turn down the volume on the TV so we would not have to listen to them.  (Yes, I was the remote for the TV at the time.  I’m that old!)

Landry Family Band circa 1977

Daddy played many different instruments and with many different people (Such as the Moodmasters shown in the above photo.  Bob Landry on bass.)  But then there came a great thought – let’s have a family band.  And with that the Landry Family Band came into being.  And of course our most recognizable gig was the five years we played at Shakey’s Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles.  Yes, you may remember us from the Food Fest at the Contraband Days or at the many receptions that we played, but we will be forever linked to pizzas (like the Bill’s special or Hawaiian Delight) and those famous spuds.  The glory never fades!  This photo is from Shakey’s.  Some of you may remember the infamous “Dueling Jugs” played by Bob and Jamie Landry.  Different instruments for sure!

1996 at the train station in Hammond, LA. The Landry family is always ready to sing a song or two.

Daddy retired from teaching in the mid 80s but continued to incorporate music in all aspects of his life.  He and mom sang at church, at ‘old folks homes’, and for many years they danced ’round dances’ to their favorite styles of music.  They also passed some of that musical knowledge on to their grandchildren.  When the family took a train to Chicago in 1996 for my brother Al’s wedding, we had a little time to wait at the station for the train to arrive.  We didn’t waste time doing nothing while we waited, we took out our song books and instruments and sang a few tunes!  Isn’t that what everyone does?  The picture is proof!

2015 – Bob and Betty introduced themselves to their new community at Brookdale by way of playing and singing a song or two.

Even into their golden years they were singing and playing everywhere they went.  During their last years in Jennings, they had a ukulele group that played at churches and nursing homes.  For many years they played at the War Vets home the first Wednesday of the month.  When they moved into Brookdale in August of 2015, one of the first things they did was go to the piano and play a few songs for their new neighbors.  As you can see, their love for music was a bright spot in people’s lives.  They continued sharing this as long as they could.

When my parents died in January of this year, my siblings and I decided to put together a fund that would help people to act on their interest in music.  It’s called the Bob Landry Life of Music Award and it will purchase band instruments for the school in Jennings where he taught.  The first purchase will be a flute, a trumpet, a clarinet, another trumpet, a trombone, and another flute – the instruments that the Landry kids played.  If you would like to contribute to this memorial fund, monies can be sent to the Jeff Davis Bank, P. O. Box 820, Jennings, LA  70546.

Or you could just think of him from time to time when you are enjoying your favorite song.

Music in the Family Part IV – Patureau Keepsake

I thought I should have a Keepsake version of Music in the Family.  Especially since I was wanting to showcase this instrument for a while.  I tried to find photos or audio files of it in action, but no such luck.  I do have a few photos of it though.  So here you go.

1928 Vega tenor banjo

This was my dad’s banjo for many years.  He played it at Shakey’s sometimes with the family band in the 1970s, but it has a longer history than that.   Daddy left me a document about the banjo that he wrote on January 15, 2005.

Besides playing it with the family band, he also stated that he played it with some Dixieland bands in Lake Charles.  He also played it in the orchestra pit with a ‘pit band’ for Lake Charles Little Theater productions.  But he wasn’t the first owner of this Vega Four string Tenor banjo.

Vincent Maximilian Patureau, Jr. circa 1922

Daddy inherited it in 1956 when his uncle Vincent Maximilian Patureau, Jr. passed away.  Daddy was 27 years old at the time and Uncle Vincent died at the age of 54.  He was my Mee Maw’s youngest brother.  Uncle Vincent had it for many years and played it with a band in Baton Rouge.  That’s about all I know.  I’m not sure when he lived in Baton Rouge.  Probably in the 1920s and 30s when he was in his twenties and thirties.

Maybe at the age he is in this photo.  I got this photo recently from my dad’s cousin.  (Thanks again, Sis!)  He may have honed his craft for a few years, then decided to buy himself a nice Vega banjo.  That would fit with the timeline of when this banjo was produced.  According to Daddy the serial number places it as being put together in 1928.

I got the banjo in August of 2015 when we moved my mom and dad into Assisted Living in Lake Charles.  I encouraged him to keep it because there was room for it in the apartment that he had, but he wanted me to take it.  So I did.  I’ve always thought it was a beautiful instrument.  And now it’s back in Baton Rouge, where it first came into our family.

1928 Vega tenor banjo

1928 Vega tenor banjo

Music in the Family Part I

I promised last week that I would post something about music.  I shared a post on Facebook this morning.  It was a video from two years ago of our Landry Family Band reprising an old Dixieland song “Jada.”  It was me, my sisters Karen and Jamie and my mom and dad playing at Villa Maria Retirement Center in Lake Charles.  We were all in town to find an assisted living home for my parents.  I didn’t realize at the time that it would be the last “performance” I would have with them.  A bittersweet video to watch.

Most people knew us as a musical family, but there have been many musicians in the family through the years on both sides of the family.  That made it difficult for me to decide where I would start this musical series.  But then that little video popped up today as a jumping off point.  So I’ll start the series by going back some years before the video I mentioned.  Some of you may be thinking of the Shakey’s days where the Landry Family Band had their heyday, but I’ve already shared that before.

Bucklin siblings in Hathaway with musical instruments

Betty Lou on baritone, Loris on trombone, and Austin with the uke in 1950 or so.

I’m taking it a little further back than that.  Shakey’s was 40 years ago and I’m going back 26 years before that when my mom Betty Lou Bucklin was a girl in high school.  This is a photo of her with her younger sister Loris and their brother Austin.  Mama played the baritone and aunt Loris played the trombone.  I’m not sure what Austin is doing with that ukelele.  He doesn’t seem to be very pleased with it.  Maybe it was out of tune or missing a string.  Maybe he didn’t think it went along with the baritone and trombone too well.  Whatever the case may be, he doesn’t seem happy in the photo.

But I’m happy that I found this photo.  I don’t ever remember seeing it when growing up.  I found the negative last year when I was going through some stuff that mom gave me.  The photo was taken around 1950, which was around the time that Mama met Daddy.  Young Betty Lou visited LSU in Baton Rouge on April 27, 1950, to compete in the State Music Festival Clinic where she earned a Superior rating on her performance on that baritone.

My mom was never good with directions.  I don’t know how many times she got lost when trying to get somewhere.  Most of the time it was a hindrance, but in this situation it proved to be beneficial.  She was at LSU and she needed help with directions.  The person she found to help was none other than a college student by the name of Bob Landry.  The other interesting thing about that meeting is that it was five years to the day prior to the birth of their second child, my brother Rob.

It was rather appropriate that their first meeting was centered around music.  My mom liked to tell that story about their encounter.  She kept the certificate she won that day and wrote a little bit about it on the back of it in 2013: “He’s been leading me around for over 60 years.”  Together til the end.

Erie Get Your Gun

Erie’s got her gun and is ready to take on the world. This was taken around 1963 in Lafayette, Louisiana, at a picnic hosted by her cousin Wana C. Landry’s home.

I don’t know why these last few Landry/Patureau posts are featuring guns.  I have two posts named Grandfathers With Guns, so I thought I would try to give a more balanced view.  Besides, I had this great photo of Mee Maw that I’ve been wanting to post for a while.  So my desire to present a more balanced view finally motivated me enough to edit this photo in the way I wanted to.

Because you know Mee Maw, she didn’t go anywhere without her fruitcake tin and gun!  Well maybe you don’t know Mee Maw.  She was born Germaine Erie Patureau on August 6, 1895, in Crescent, Louisiana.  You could actually say that the family lived in Plaquemine.  They lived right on the corner of the Bayou Road and Patureau Lane.  That’s right!  They lived on the road that they named for themselves.

She was a child at the turn of the century (not the Millennial century, the one before that!) and it was a very rural area.  They usually had to entertain themselves with reading books, eating food, playing cards, or playing music.  (I will be posting some musical stories soon.)  But sometimes, if they were lucky, the showboat would stop in their area and put on a show for them.  There was an area not far from their home that would be used as a stage for the actors who traveled on the boat.  This sounds very charming, even though it reminds me of the musical “Show Boat.”

I have to admit that I am not particularly fond of most musicals.  Even though my family was very musical and sometimes we would break into song during a conversation, I always hated to see that in a movie.  And when I think about “Show Boat” I cringe.  But I try to look past that when I think of Mee Maw and her family enjoying the performances of the people from the showboat.  (Let’s just hope they weren’t musicals!)

So why is it that I referenced another musical (“Annie Get Your Gun”) when I named this post?  Yet something else to get past.  I guess for the same reason I named two posts “Grandpa’s Got a Gun,” I think that it has a ring to it.  So let’s get back to Erie and her love for guns.

Sorry, I don’t know if Mee Maw had a love for guns or not.  It’s not something I can ever remember talking to her about.  I’m surprised that I have a picture of her holding a gun. (She was really holding a gun in the photo.  I only edited it to make her more noticeable and to make the background less noticeable.)  We always talk about Mee Maw being so sweet, so I thought I would post this picture showing her tougher side.

Oh well, even when she’s holding a gun she looks sweet.  That’s Mee Maw.

Great Grandpa Lou

Great grandmother and great granddaughter.

Addie Hine Bucklin with great grandchild number five Jodie Lou Landry in 1954.

This photo makes me smile.  It almost makes me laugh out loud.  The photo causes me to smirk with a soft chuckle.  It’s cute.  It’s sweet.  But it’s a little blurry.  I cleaned it up a bit, but I can’t make it clear.  There’s only so much you can do in photo editing.

I still like it quite a bit.  That’s kind of obvious since I’m using it for this week’s post.  The little girl in the photo is my oldest sister Jodie.  She was born on October 14, 1953, at Edwards Air Force Base in California.  She died on November 5, 1989 in Franklin, Texas.  Way too young.

Our mom was Betty Lou Bucklin Landry, who was the daughter of Fred Bucklin.  Fred’s mother was Addie Hine Bucklin, the other subject in this photo.  So she was the great grandmother of little Jodie in this photo.  And yet there is another person in the photo.

The other person in the photo is shown in a photo on the wall above the other two.  It’s a photo from 1905 of Addie when she was young married woman and her husband Louis Charles Bucklin, sometimes known as Lou.  In recent letters I’ve seen he was called that in 1893 by his peers.  And even though he died in 1927, he was still influencing my family much later on.

One of those influences was in 1933 when my mom was born.  There was talk of naming her Addie Lou in honor of both of Fred’s parents.  Addie was adamantly against that.  She did not want that cute little granddaughter of hers saddled with such an old fashioned name as Addie.  So mom was named Betty Lou and I have to say that the name really suited her.

Then when Jodie was born in 1953, her middle name was Lou as well.  So shortly after this photo was taken, Jodie would have started to talk a bit.  I’m not sure of the time frame.  But when she was learning what to call herself and her parents, she got a bit mixed up.  But in a good way.  She knew that she was Jodie Lou.  She knew that mom was Betty Lou.  I suppose that sometimes she was Mama Lou, because when she learned to call daddy “Pappy” she naturally ended up calling him Pappy Lou.

I’ve heard the Pappy Lou story all of my life, and I always thought it was a sweet story.  So when I found this negative and scanned it earlier this week, it reminded me of that story so much.  I don’t remember ever seeing the photo before.  And like I said at first, it’s cute.  It’s sweet.  And it’s appropriate that great grandpa Lou shows up in the photo.


Here is another photo from the same visit.

Three generations

Betty Lou Bucklin Landry, Addie Hine Bucklin, and Jodie Lou Landry in 1954.

Grampa’s Got a Gun – Pee Paw and the Big One

There is something about that title “Grampa’s Got a Gun” that has a ring to it.  I’m not sure what it is.  Maybe it’s just the alliteration.  I like the photo as well.  I’ve posted other photos of my paternal grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. in World War I – aka Pee Paw in the Big One – and this is the first one that shows him with a gun.  It is from the A. J. Collection, which means that I got it from my uncle AJ earlier this year.

Pee Paw in World War I

My grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. is the tall one on the right in the photo. It was taken at Camp Lee in Virginia.

It’s such a good photo, too.  So clear and in focus that you can see that Pee Paw is the only one that is not wearing gloves.  Did the southern boy not know how to dress for cold weather or did he just not like wearing gloves?

It was taken at Camp Lee in Virginia which is near Petersburg, Virginia.  This was a training site for soldiers during World War I.  I’m saying that it was at Camp Lee because that is what was written on the photo.  The photo also had a date of 1919 on it.  This does not match with the 1917 date I had on other photos of Pee Paw at this camp.  One of these days I will get incontrovertible proof of when he was stationed at Camp Lee.  In the meantime let’s just say it was sometime around 1918.

And everybody knows what happened in 1918, right?  There was a worldwide influenza epidemic.  In looking for information for this post, I saw that during that epidemic 10,000 soldiers were stricken by the flu, and 700 of those died as a result.  So some of these men went to train to fight in a huge international conflict but ended up dying before they completed training because they caught a flu virus.  Known as “The Spanish Flu” and “La Grippe” this version of the flu killed more soldiers than were killed through warfare.

So Pee Paw made it through the Great War.  He did not see action, but he was faced with the greatest killer at that time.  He survived that microscopic enemy, and that gun didn’t help him a single bit.

I still like the title, though.

The Landry Boys

Since this weekend is Father’s Day, I thought I would post something about my father’s family.  Besides, it’s about time!  I’ve posted so much about the Bucklin and Keys families that I feel like I’m way overdue for a Landry post.

Landry Boys in southern Louisiana in 1939.

The Landry boys circa 1939

Besides, I really like this photo.  I wish I had it!  Like other photos that I’ve posted on here, the original is in the hands of someone else.  And as you know, blah, blah, blah…I’d like to get a good scan of it.  I really need to stop repeating myself.

Anyway, this photo was taken around 1939 and it was probably taken in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  Since this is a Father’s Day post, I’ll introduce everyone in relation to that holiday.

On the left is Alcide Joseph Landry, who we all know as Uncle A. J.  He was born on June 20, 1924, and he is the oldest son.  He is married to Margie Harrington Landry and he is the father of Reda.  She was actually Margie’s niece, I believe, but he is a father to her nonetheless.

Next in line is Robert Joseph Landry, Sr., who we know by various names – Papa, Pee Paw, Pappy, Bob, Rob, The WWI Slabster – the list goes on.  He was born on January 9, 1893.  He married Germaine Erie Patureau in 1921 (with no photos to record it that I am aware of!) who was his first cousin’s daughter.  He was the father of Marie, A. J., Hubert, Germaine, Bob, Wana, Frances, and Johnny.

Speaking of Johnny, he is the little boy in this photo.  He was born John Alfred Xavier Landry on August 2, 1936.  He was married to Sondra Lee and he is the father of Mona, Mike, and Mitch.  Plus he has the added distinction of being the godfather of yours truly.

My father is the next one in the photo.  He was born January 31, 1929, and was given the name Robert Joseph Landry, Jr.  He was called Bobbie by his siblings, then later went by the nicknames Pluto and Bob.  He was married to Betty Lou Bucklin and he was the father of Jodie, Rob, Karen, Al, Van (that’s me!), and Jamie.  This will be our first Father’s Day without him.

On the far right of the photo is Hubert Joseph Landry.  He was born on November 1, 1925, and married Mildred Sutherlin.  He was the father of Shirley, Hugh, Kenny, Dennis, and Marla.  Shirley is special.  (She’s my godmother.  I have to say that.)

So there you have it – The Landry Boys who were some of the fathers in our Landry family.  I consider myself fortunate that I had a stable family that was anchored by a loving father and mother.  Thanks, Daddy.

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