A Doctor and His Patient

Grampa Max makes a house call.

What can you say about a photo of a man and a cow?  I guess I’ll try to give you something!  I came across this photo last year when we cleared out our Lucy Street home in Jennings.  My dad must have collected some old photos and had them stashed away in the big closet in the “running” or “dance” room of the house.  I don’t ever remember seeing the photos.  He didn’t take them out and show anybody that I recall.  I guess he was just saving them until I could get my grabby little paws on them!

But it seems to run in the family.  Maybe it’s genetic?  Because my cousin Tricia found some old photos in her mom’s (my aunt Wana’s, my dad’s sister Wana’s) attic.  And from what I can make out about the way the photos are displayed, an old photo album of Mee Maw’s must have been dismantled and divided.  Take this photo of Vincent Maximilian Patureau (my great grandfather,  “Grampa Max” to my dad) which was pasted onto a white page with several other small photos as an example.  There were a few pages like this that were part of my dad’s collection.

Then Tricia found her mom’s collection just before the family reunion last June.  She showed me a few of them and sure enough, some of them were on the same type of white paper.  I’m hoping some of the other cousins might find more in the future.  Or maybe Daddy and Wana were hiding them because they took all of them and didn’t want their siblings to know about it!  That doesn’t really sound like them, so I’m still hoping for more to show up.  I need to replenish my supply for these Throwback Thursday posts!

As I said earlier, this is Grampa Max, the family veterinarian in Lafayette sometime around the mid 1920s.  The cow is obviously his patient.  Jacko wants to know where the baritone is to call the cow.  I told him that the cow was sick, so the vet had to travel to the cow.  (We saw his nice car in a Veterinarian at Your Service.)  He seems satisfied with that explanation.  Actually, the cow in the photo seems satisfied as well.  I’m not exactly sure what the nature of the call was, but I’m thinking that this is a happy customer.  And as the old saying goes, a happy cow makes for a happy family!  I’m glad that some of Grampa Max’s visits had happy endings.  I hope that most of them did.  I know that some of them did not, but that story is for another time.

Slabsters and Doughboys

I have posted a few photos of my grandfather already, but it’s time for another one.  One of the previous ones was a photo of him in his World War I uniform and another one was in a baseball uniform.  This time it is a combination of the two.  I loved this old photo when I first saw it.  My cousin Tricia texted me a photo that she took of a few old photos that she had found.  This one came out pretty good, but I’m sure that a good scan will be an improvement.  It looks like we’ll have to wait on that for a while, though.

In the meantime we have this version of the jewel from the past.  And this time I have an improved date on the photo.  When I posted the previous WWI photo, I put an estimated date of 1915 on it.  Maybe I wasn’t paying attention or maybe I just acquired new information in the meantime, but I have information proving that 1915 date wrong.  His draft registration card for World War I was dated June 5, 1917, so the photo is from after that date.  We’ll just say that it is from 1919, unless there is later information proving it wrong.  (Update:  This date has been changed because of later information obtained.)  Maybe there’s something written on the back of the actual photo!?

1919 – Front and center is my grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, a lieutenant in World War I

Anyway, Robert Joseph Landry (later to be a Sr.) was 24 years old when he registered for the draft.  He had already been playing baseball, as evidenced by the back of another photo I posted of him with a baseball team in 1915.  I’ve also read an article about how he was a pitcher for the semi-pro baseball league – or the Sawdust Baseball Circuit.  In fact, he was “quite a slabster” in his day.  That was just one of the many terms for pitcher from 100 years ago.  So when he served his country in the military, it was only natural for him to be a part of the team there as well.

They needed some distraction and recreation after all.  Though I don’t think that he went overseas during his stint in the Great War, he may still be considered a doughboy.  That was a term for those serving in the military during WWI.  A slabster and a doughboy – that’s my grandfather.  He is shown front and center in this photo.  They were careful about how they set up this photo with the bats and gloves arranged just right.  So with him being shown prominently, it looks to me like he was a driving force for this endeavor.  Or so I like to think.  Whatever the situation, it’s a nice glimpse into the past of the grandfather I never really knew.

Urchins and a Tiger

1960 Landry family

Karen, Rob, Jodie, and Al Landry at LSU in 1960

After last week’s long post full of all kinds of details, I figure it’s time for something short and sweet.  This photo has long been treasured in my immediate family.  Mostly because it makes everyone laugh.  It is a photo of my brothers and sisters a few months before I was born.  And since I live in Baton Rouge, I appreciate it even more because they are at the tiger enclosure at LSU.  Not the huge one that they have now, but the smaller one that was there in 1960.  As you can see, the Landry family is all about comfort and practicality.  I always wish I had been in this photo.  Maybe if I had, I would have wished that I hadn’t!  I’ve been told that the Landry kids look like urchins in this photo.  Is that bad?

The Age of Camelot

Yesterday was the 53rd anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy.  I saw a few posts where people talked about what they were doing that day.  When something that big happens in your lifetime, you tend to remember little details about it.  What you were doing.  Where you were.  What you felt.  How you reacted.  And people have talked about the assassination as being the end of an era.  They likened the years of Kennedy’s presidency with the Age of Camelot.  There was even a musical at the time about the original Camelot – the age of King Arthur when truth, goodness, and beauty reigned.  The memories of those times have been idealized through the years.  The same could be said for my memory of 1963.

July 5, 1963 - Landry Family

The Landry family on July 5, 1963

As you can see, I was just a child.  This was a few months before the assassination of Kennedy, but it shows what our family looked like in that era.  I was only two and a half, but I have lots of memories from that time.  Riding the tricycle on the ‘sidewalk.’  Swinging on the front porch swing.  Catching fireflies at night.  Playing cowboys and indians.

Of course most of this was done with my brothers and sisters.  They were my whole world.  That world also included my parents and grandparents and uncles and cousins.  It was an idyllic time for me.  I didn’t have to go to school.  I had no cares in the world.  So when that shot rang out from the grassy knoll … Wait, this is not the time to discuss conspiracy theories, sorry about that.  So when that shot rang out from the rifle of Lee Harvey Oswald, my life as I knew it ended.

No, not really.  Even though I can remember chasing bees, picking figs, and peeking into the old barn, I don’t remember that infamous day in November of that year.  I was three by then, so I thought I was growing up.  But I was still a kid who wore shorts to church. (I remember wanting to wear long pants like the men did.)  So I was probably just too busy playing with my siblings and wondering what I was going to be getting for Christmas.  You know, the usual things little boys think about.


Nov. 27, 2016 – Followup to Throwback Thursday.

I’ve posted a few more photos from the Camelot era of my Bucklin cousins.

Woolley family in Jennings, Louisiana, on July 5, 1963.

Ernest & Loris Woolley with Keith, Glen, and Brent.

Pilcher family in Jennings, Louisiana, on July 5, 1963.

Larry, Sylvia, Kevin, Toni, Lynn, and Paul Pilcher

Seal family in Jennings, Louisiana, on July 5, 1963

Chuck Seal with wife Alma Bucklin Seal and daughter Rhonda Seal.

 

Bucklin cousins in Jennings, Louisiana, on July 5, 1963

Bucklin cousins in Jennings on July 5, 1963

I thought they probably had copies of those prints, but from the feedback, I don’t think they did. They are some really good photos. Then I posted a poor quality photo of a group shot that was taken on the same day. All I have is a scan that I’ve had for a long time. Hopefully someone has a good print of the photo and they will scan it or take a photo of it and share it with us.

Bucklin cousins in Jennings 1963

Bucklin cousins in Jennings on July 5, 1963.

Then I started dusting and came across a small framed print I have of those cousins on the same day. I noticed that Rhonda was not cut out of that one, so I thought I’d scan it so I’d have everyone in the photo. I brought the print to my computer and scanned it. Then when I compared it to the digital copy I already had on the computer – Surprise! – it’s actually a different photo than the other one I had. For all this time I thought the photo on my computer and the framed print were of the same photo.

I was starting to think that it might be better to actually scan the negative of the photo. I had photographed those old Polaroids with color film back when I got my first SLR camera in high school. So I went searching for those old negatives of the old photos. I went through everything I could think of and couldn’t find them. I’m not too disappointed, though, because I’m sure I have them somewhere.

But even better than that reassurance was the fact that I found something even better! In addition to taking color photos of those old Polaroids, I evidently took some black and white photos of even older photos! I say evidently, because I don’t remember taking the photos and some of the photos do not look familiar to me at all. But I can recognize some faces and some of them are identified on the back. That’s why you identify people in photos. So other people will know who they are and for later when you’re an old fart and can’t even remember taking the photos in the first place!!!

I’ve been thinking about doing another story about my great great grandfather who was in the Civil War and was a witness to the Lincoln assassination, and I was thinking about using a photo that I had used before. I only had one photo of him to start out with, then I got a second one when I contacted a DNA match along the Phenice line. I found two more photos of him! And I’ve had them all along. I also found a few photos of Daisy Keys and a picture of Grandma as a young child. These photos were probably Grandma’s that I borrowed so I could take photos of them.

Thank you young Van from the bottom of my heart!

Grandparents

A post from a friend of mine today made me think about the topic of grandparents.  She had a grandmother that reminded me of my Mee Maw.  She liked to cook for her grandchildren, taught them card games and such, and was well loved by everybody.  The  grandmother who every grandchild hoped to be (and felt like) the favorite of.  Many people have fond stories about their grandparents.  It reminded me that my dad didn’t have very many memories of his grandparents.

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Bobbie Landry with his grandparents circa 1930.

Though the subjects in this photo may be questionable, the facts I tell about it are as accurate as I can get.  I believe this is my father in 1930.  He was born in January of 1929 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  This kid looks about a year or so old and it looks like my dad from other photos that I’ve seen from around that time.  If you think he looks like a little girl in this photo, you should see some of the other photos of him!  Those curls of his were there from the beginning.  The other two people in the photo are his surviving grandparents when the photo was taken.

My dad’s paternal grandmother was Marie Celeste Leveque Landry.  She was married to Simon Alcide Joseph Landry who died in 1917.  On the other side was his maternal grandfather Vincent Maximilian Patureau, who was always fondly spoken of as “Grampa Max.”  His wife was Marie Therese Landry and she died in 1909.  These two were not a couple, but they were related.  (All of his grandparents were related!)  They were half 2nd cousins.  The photo was not labeled, but I have identified them because I recognize them from other photos that I’ve been looking through.  And who else would it be?  It makes sense that he would be in a photo with his grandparents.

It’s the only photo of him with his grandparents.  Not only because people back then did not take 1/1000ths of the number of photos that people take nowadays, but also because his grandparents didn’t live much longer.  His grandmother died in 1934 and his grandfather followed suit the next year.  So shortly after his 6th birthday, little Bobbie did not have any grandparents left.  That’s kind of sad.  I have many fond memories of my grandparents.  I had 24 years worth of memories.  I had more years than he did, but not as many as I would have liked.

So now all I can do is cherish the memories of my grandparents.  I know many of you do, too.  For some of you that still have grandparents, make the most of it.  For those with grandchildren, you make the most of it, too.  Be funny; be cantankerous; give them something; take something away from them; share your truths with them; tell a few white lies. I don’t have to tell you to love them.  I think that comes naturally to most people.  Leave them with something to cherish.

 

 

The Week of Bob and Betty

This week my focus has been on my mom and dad.  They were both in the hospital with different medical problems.  Mama fell and broke her left hip and shoulder.  She had surgery to repair these problems and then my dad fell and scratched his arm.  It wasn’t really his arm that was the main problem, it was the underlying medical conditions.  The blood thinners he was on for his heart started to be counterproductive because of undiagnosed conditions.  Add to that some internal bleeding and anemia and he was admitted to the hospital, too.  Little to no energy makes for a slow recovery, but we are hoping for the best.  There have been some signs of returning energy levels.

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Bob Landry with Betty Lou Bucklin on Mar. 28, 1952.

But this post is not about their individual problems.  Or their individual health.  This post is about their relationship.  Mainly about the start of their relationship.  I’ve been wanting to post this picture since I found it a few months ago.  This photo was taken on March 28, 1952.  I know the date because mom is dressed in a costumer for an operetta  at McNeese called “The Merry Widow.”  She also saved the program for the event and wrote the information on the back of the photo.  They were both in the production, but that is not where they met.

They actually met almost two years earlier at LSU.  She was there for a state solo and ensemble competition and he was a student helper who just happened to be the one helping the sweet, cute girl from the country.  It was a short encounter, but when my mom went to McNeese in the fall of 1951, my dad recognized her name and made sure to meet up with her again.

So this photo is from the first year of their courtship.  Such a sweet and intimate photo.  And who could have known the long history the two would share?  They were married on November 1 later that year and started their married life on an Air Force base in California. That means that this coming Tuesday will be their 64th anniversary.  It’s another reason that I wanted to post this photo now.  Happy anniversary to the best parents I could have ever hoped for.

At Their Best

A few weeks ago I erroneously stated that I had posted photos of all of my great grandparents.  I was wrong about that.  There was someone that I had left out.  I’ve mentioned her in other posts, but no photo was shown.  She was the first of them to die in 1909, so there aren’t as many photos of her.  Still, I hope you will forgive this oversight.  And curiously no one pointed out this error to me.  I thought everyone was reading these posts and keeping track of all of the information in them.  I’m going to have to start giving tests!

So if you haven’t gone back through all of my posts and figured it out yet, I will give you a minute to take the time to do so.  In the meantime I will write this sentence.  There.  Now you’ve had time to find it if you want to. If you haven’t figured it out, I will let you in on this morsel of information.

The person that I’ve left out was Marie Therese Landry Patureau.  She was born Sept. 25, 1868, in Plaquemine, Louisiana.  She was the oldest child of Trasimond Landry and Marie Amalie “Belite” Bujol Landry.  She had two younger sisters and two younger brothers before her father died in 1879.  Her mother remarried and gave her two younger half sisters.  A few years later she met the man of her dreams.  (He also happened to be her 2nd cousin.)

Oct. 10, 1888 - Vincent Maximilian Patureau married Marie Therese Landry

A Landry-Patureau wedding in 1888.

This photo is of the marriage between Marie Therese Landry and Vincent Maximilian Patureau on Oct. 10, 1888.  It is a beautiful photo of these two people.  I first remember seeing it in the home of Patricia Marionneaux Nelson last year after her funeral.  I was on the lookout for it until it somehow popped up in my cousin Tricia’s house while she was cleaning.  (Thank you, Tricia.)  She brought it to the latest reunion and I took a few photos of it.

The only thing I knew about the wedding before I saw the photo was a description that was allegedly in some newspaper.  It stated, “The lovely bride, arrayed in her snowy wedding robes, looked even more charming than usual, while the manly groom, proud in the consciousness of the conquest he had made, appeared to the best advantage.”  When I read that, it made me want to see what they were talking about.  It’s so much better to have the photo of the event.  They certainly do appear to be at their best.


I found the “alleged” newspaper article I mentioned in my post.

Feb. 5, 2020 Update


Feb. 7, 2021 Update continued – I was looking at the newspaper article and noticed the names of the bridesmaids and groomsmen.  I had never bothered to look them up in my tree to see if they were there.  Sure enough, many of them were.  That’s because they were related to the couple getting married.  The bridesmaids were all relatives.  Kate Landry was Marie Therese’s younger sister who was 18 at the time.  The youngest sister Manette was only 12 years old and was not mentioned.  She was probably too young to be a bridesmaid.  Olive and Della Bergeron were two other bridesmaids and they were first cousins to Marie Therese.  Their mother (Marie Adele Bujol Bergeron) was the sister of Marie Therese’s mother (Marie Amelie “Belite” Bujol Landry).  Anoise (Marie Constance Anaise) Doiron was a first cousin to the others.  Her mother Marianne Celile Bujol Doiron was a sister of Belite and Marie Adele.

Louis Aillet was the first groomsman listed.  I’m assuming he was the best man and Kate was the maid of honor.  Louis Aillet was the first cousin of Max Patureau.  Max’s mother was Emma Landry Patureau and Louis’s mother was Emma’s sister Henriette Zulma Landry Aillet.  I couldn’t find a connection between the other groomsmen.  They were probably friends and/or business associates of Grampa Max.  N. C. Roth is one of the groomsmen and I did find a Nicolas Celestin Roth who was about the same age as Max and lived in Plaquemine.  Though he is not related, in a few years he would marry Pauline LeBlanc who was related to both the bride and the groom through the Landry family line.

Alcide the Great

1890 - Simon Alcide Joseph Landry

Alcide Landry circa 1890

I think I have shared a photo of all of my other greats before.  This is Simon Alcide Joseph Landry, my paternal great grandfather.  You can call him Alcide the Great if you want to, but Alcide will do.  He was born in Brusly, Louisiana, in 1845.  His father’s name was Narcisse and they lived on a plantation.  When the Civil War started, he was too young to join, but his brothers did join.  I’ve talked about one of his brothers – Trasimond – because he was my great great grandfather.  There were two other brothers that fought in the Civil War – Amedee and Belisaire.

When Alcide turned eighteen in the summer of 1863, he joined in on the fighting two months later in Alabama.  He fought in several battles there, in Atlanta, and in Nashville.  He was captured at Hollow Tree Gap in December of 1865.  He then spent time as a prisoner of war at Camp Douglas which was located in what is now Chicago, Illinois.  What I find amazing is that all of the four brothers that fought in the Civil War survived through all of those battles.

After the war he married Marie Celeste Leveque (his half first cousin once removed – his grandfather Joseph Ignatius Landry was her great grandfather).  They had ten children together, the last being Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. my grandfather. At some point in the 1880s the family moved to Westlake in Calcasieu Parish.  He and his wife are buried in Lake Charles at Orange Grove Cemetery.

An interesting note about grandfathers in this line.  Here is the Landry line going back – Van, Bob, Rob, Alcide, Narcisse, Joseph Ignatius, Augustin, Pierre, Antoine, and Rene.  My paternal grandfather Robert Joseph, Sr. died before I was born.  Daddy‘s paternal grandfather Alcide died in 1917, which is 12 years before Daddy was born.  Narcisse died before Rob was born.  Joseph Ignatius died before Alcide was born, and Augustin died before Narcisse was born.  And finally we get back to Pierre who was considerate enough to stick around for 33 years after Joseph Ignatius was born.  This is mostly a result of being in a line of latter born children.

Entanglements

Mee Maw and Pee Paw circa 1956

Mee Maw and Pee Paw circa 1956

I had a realization yesterday.  And it seems like something I should have noticed earlier.  It seems like I talk about it all of the time.  And I’m sure my dad must have talked about it too.  As you all know, my Mee Maw and Pee Paw were related to each other.  They were first cousins once removed.  If you don’t like removing people, Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. married his first cousin’s daughter Germaine Erie Patureau.

“So they were cousins,” you say, “what’s the big deal?”  Maybe that’s not what you’d say, but growing up in our family that seemed to have been the attitude.  People have a different attitude now.  “Cousins who kiss now are parted” is the line from my musing on the situation a few years ago.  But it’s not just that they are related – and here is the big realization – everyone that is/was related to Pee Paw is/was related to Mee Maw.

Think about that.  You have cousins from your mom’s side and from your dad’s side.  Most of the time the two sides are not related to each other.  And if you happened to be married to your 2nd cousin (heaven forbid!) you would share one of your four sets of great grandparents.  That would still leave three quarters of your ancestry different from your partner.

But in my grandparents’ case, it’s a bit more entangled than that.  Pee Paw’s father was the brother of Mee Maw’s grandfather.  So Pee Paw’s paternal grandparents were Mee Maw’s great grandparents.  That takes care of half of Pee Paw’s ancestors- they are also Mee Maw’s ancestors.  With the maternal side of Pee Paw’s family it was a generation further back.  As a tool, I’ll use the chart that my dad made of all of his ancestors in a circular pedigree chart.  Many of you will recognize it from the many times he talked about family history at reunions and get-togethers. Maybe some of you listened more closely and have already heard about this ‘realization’ that I’m trying to explain.

My dad’s genealogy chart.

If you look at the chart with its helpful color coding, you can barely see a dotted green outline on the lower left quadrant (that I shaded green).  That is the ancestry that I was just talking about – ancestors of Simon Alcide Landry.  It matches with the right side (Mee Maw’s side) starting at due east (on the right) down to southeast (shaded green to match).  Those are the ancestors of Jean Trasimond Landry (Alcide’s brother and Mee Maw’s grandfather).  These are the common ancestors that make them first cousins once removed.

Alcide was married to Marie Celeste Leveque, whose parents were Auguste Leveque and Basalite Landry.  Both Auguste and Basalite had a sister that were ancestors of Mee Maw.  Therefore Auguste’s parents and ancestors (shown in the tan color section) are also ancestors on Mee Maw’s side of the family.  You can see the peach section repeated on her side on the lower right side.  This represents the Leveque connection and they were second cousins twice removed due to this connection.  But then Basalite’s parents and ancestors (shown in the yellow sections) are also on both sides of the family.  This is another Landry connection and Mee Maw and Pee Paw were second cousins once removed due to this connection.

So, like I said earlier, all of Pee Paw’s relatives are/were relatives of Mee Maw as well.  The reverse is not true, though.  Mee Maw has a few distinct family lines that are not included on Pee Paw’s side.  Mainly the Patureau line that came from France in the 1840s.  It’s difficult to find someone related through just the Patureau line, because in our family there were three generations in a row that married into the Landry line, which is what brought us to the situation we now have.

The other distinct line leads back to another Landry.  We get our last name from Rene “the younger” Landry and he shows up several times from all of the intermarriages.  But Rene “the older” only shows up once.  His daughter didn’t believe in marrying cousins.  Imagine that!  But alas, Rene “the older” really isn’t the only connection to the Landry line he represents.  There is another member of that Landry line that we descend from – his sister Antoinette.  Somehow that is not surprising.


In the second paragraph of this post I referred to a poem that I wrote a few years ago.  I thought I’d post my whole poem here for the sake of those who had not seen it before. It explains (in a way) how I am my own third cousin once removed. I wrote this on June 24 & 25, 2005 when my obsession at the time was limerick writing.

 

Me, Myself and I

My third cousin once removed did
Take over my life and then hid.
He’s inside my head
But if he were dead,
It would kill both my ego and id.

You see that third cousin is me.
I’ve climbed around my family tree.
I must be part monkey
Or just info junkie,
I swing through the branches with glee.

Some interesting things I discover.
The lines of descent I recover
Appear more than twice.
Well, isn’t that nice.
At least I am not my own brother.

It seems that my grandfather wed
His first cousin’s daughter and bred.
For they had eight kids
And one of them did
Wed mom and you know where that led.

It must have been Cajun tradition
Or kids with a lot of volition.
Whatever the cause,
It didn’t give pause.
It happened despite admonition.

I am my own fifth cousin too.
And no I don’t live in a zoo.
But all this inbreeding
And some genes repeating,
Should lead to a head number two.

And then I’d have room for my cousins.
I know there’s at least a half dozen.
Though they are all me,
I’d set a few free,
Cause we are not kissin’ but fussin’.

We fight over who gets to drive
Who’s out first when we all arrive.
Who gets the last piece,
Who pays on the lease,
It’s worse than most husbands and wives.

I wonder how all this got started,
Cause cousins who kiss now are parted.
To stop a mutation
Or my situation
Where cousins blame me when they’ve farted.

Of course they have done much worse things,
Like knocking that boy from the swings.
They kicked my dear sister
And stole that transistor.
What mischief these cousins can bring.

But one is the absolute worst
It’s him that I mentioned at first.
I’m sure it was him
That burned down the gym.
When mom asked us why, he just cursed.

I guess he’s the strongest, cause he
Is closest relation to me.
He’s really quite tiring
And gets me perspiring.
I wish he’d get lost in my tree.

Hello, it’s ol’ third cousin here.
I’m here to bring fun and good cheer.
Ignore boring Van.
He’s spineless and bland.
With a “Boo” he just runs off in fear.

He blames me for everything bad.
But accidents happen. So sad.
If I don’t come out
And rampage about,
In a very short time I’ll go mad.

Who cares if I mock the deceased?
Or my share of work is the least?
At times I relent,
But I won’t repent.
I’ll laugh if you call me a beast.

 (Shut up. Now get back in your place.)
Forgive me for that show of face.
He looks just like me
But as you can see,
He’s lacking in wits, style, and grace.

And now I must leave you alone.
A state that I never have known.
So check out your tree,
Particularly
To reveal who’s in your skin and bones.

I Was a Little Bit Thin

1921-07- Earnest Cropper, Clifford Clements, Germaine Erie Patureau, Zita Patureau, and H. L. Landry Clean

Summer 1921

Sometimes a photo just compels me.  That’s the situation this week.  I was feeling somewhat ornery and thought I’d do a really good and confusing one about some of the tangled relations on my dad’s side of the family.  I started looking at photos and this one grabbed my attention.  Not because of any intrigue or confusion, just because it is a sweet photo of my grandmother Erie Patureau Landry.

It was taken in the summer of 1921.  “How do you know that?” you ask?  Because that’s what it says on the back of the photo in my Mee Maw’s very own handwriting.  That’s how.  And not only that, she listed everyone in the photo.  Thanks again, Mee Maw!

Standing behind her is her sister Zita Patureau.  The guy standing behind the wooden handrail is their first cousin Earnest Cropper.  (Joseph Earnest Cropper, Sr. born in 1901)  His mother was a Patureau and the sister of Erie and Zita’s father.  The other guy’s name is  Clifford Clements.  No relation that I know of, but one of their other Patureau cousins married a Clements girl who could possibly be related to him.  May be her brother?

1921-07- Earnest Cropper, Clifford Clements, Germaine Erie Patureau, Zita Patureau, and H. L. Landry Back

Writing on the back of the photo

And that leaves us with just the boy’s name not revealed yet.  She has his name listed as H. L. Landry.  I would suppose that this was Henry Louis Landry who was born in 1911.  And that brings a slightly sinister grin to my face.  :9  You see, little H. L. is not only Erie and Zita’s half first cousin, he is also their first cousin once removed.  Because Erie’s maternal grandmother Belite is also H. L.’s maternal grandmother.  Where Erie came about from the union of Belite and Trasimond Landry, H. L. comes from Belite’s 2nd union with Magloire Babin.  That explains the half first cousin part.  In addition H. L. is the (at this point my grin is becoming a scowl – this is confusing me and I have it all clearly displayed on my computer!) grandson of Alcide Joseph Landry who is the brother of Erie’s grandfather Trasimond.  So I was wrong.  He is their half first cousin and their second cousin.  (I wonder if that adds up to a three quarters first cousin?)  Now it’s perfectly clear.  I think it’s clear.  Are we clear?  Similar to what it says on the back of the photo, my confidence in the outcome is “a little bit thin” right now.

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