Landry | Family History

The Man in Black

August 10, 2016 Van Leave a comment

Landry family photo from 1912

This photo is of a group of family members from my dad’s family. The center of attention (and the photo) is that man in black. My eye is always drawn to him. That is my grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. He was known by Rob or Bob and his grandchildren knew him as Pee Paw. He was born in Westlake, Louisiana, in 1893 and died in Lake Charles in 1957, so I never knew him personally.

This photo was taken in Dec. 1912, so he would be 19 years old. The girl on the far left is Estelle Myhand Alston. I don’t know anything about her, but this photo comes from her scrapbook. She wrote the date on the back of the photo and said something about it being taken on the road from Mrs. Landry’s. She identifies herself, then Tom Bird next to her. He is my grandfather’s first cousin. Their mothers were Leveque half-sisters. (Actually 3/4 sisters because they had the same father and their mothers were sisters.) From what I’ve seen in censuses and graveyards, the Landry, Leveque, Myhand, and Bird families had members that moved from the Brusly area to the Lake Charles area around the same time. There were a few marriages between the groups, but I don’t know all of that history.

Next in line is Beulah. Estelle doesn’t say any more than that because Beulah is probably her sister. I have another copy of the photo that shows her as Beulah Myhand Koch. Pee Paw is identified as Bob L. Next to him is Manette Landry who would later marry Adnes “Bibb” Bouquet. She’s just an eight year old girl in this photo and the young niece (and cousin) of Bob L. Next in line are Zim and Joe Landry. Joe is Alcide Joseph Landry, Bob’s older brother. The last one is their cousin named Emma Patureau. She would marry Toby Mouton nine years later. But her biggest claim to fame is that she was the mother of Tez. This was the calm before the storm.

Writing from the back of the photo

I’m also posting the back of the photo because it’s kind of interesting. That’s where I got the title to the post. She mentions something about singing “..the Man Dressed in Black.” I guess I’ll have to look that up and find out what it’s all about. You can do the same if you are interested.

That’s it for now. See you next time.

Update for Jan. 24, 2021

I was experimenting with MyHeritage’s photo editing features earlier this week and tried out the colorizing feature on a few photos. Some of them came out pretty good. I think they’re improving the feature, because I’m starting to like the results more. Maybe I’m just getting used to the idea. But one photo colorization came out really good. Of course I had to clean it up a bit more after the colorizing, and now I am really pleased with the edited version. So behold The Man in Black in color:

An edited and colorized version of the December 1912 photo of my grandfather and various friends and family members in Westlake, Louisiana.

Trasimond the Tirailleur

July 6, 2016 Van 2 comments

Jean Trasimond Landry in 1861

I realized recently that I haven’t posted one of the oldest photos in my collection of old photos. It is a Civil War photo of my great great grandfather Trasimond Landry. He was my paternal grandmother’s maternal grandfather. And being that he was from the South, he was in the Confederate Army. The photo is dated as 1861. It’s a pretty clear photo considering how old it is.

I won’t talk about the politics of the Civil War. Oh, well, maybe just a little. Slavery is wrong. It is so hard for me to understand how people can treat their fellow human beings so cruelly. I hear things like, “But they treated them so nicely.” or “They kept the buildings they lived in nice and comfortable.” or “He really cherished him and left him a gold watch in his will.”

“Really?” I think, shaking my head. If you treated them so well, why weren’t we freed? If you liked the buildings so much, why don’t we trade? If you want to leave something, leave me my free will – worth innumerable gold watches compared to the life you stole from me. But I wasn’t there (thank goodness) and people are more enlightened now (hopefully).

So I’ll get back to talking about my great great grandfather, who grew up in a culture saturated with the slavery mentality. When he was born in 1839, his family had seven slaves on their property. The number increased continually until the time of the Civil War. In 1859 Trasimond went off to St. Joseph’s College in Bardstown, Kentucky, to finish his education. When that was completed in 1861, Trasimond then became part of the West Baton Rouge Tirailleurs. This group mustered into service of the 4th Louisiana Infantry Regiment. (For more information, see the book titled Tirailleurs by Thomas H. Richey, a cousin and fellow descendant of Trasimond.)

Trasimond fought in many battles during the war with people falling all around him. The story about his battles is very riveting. Fortunately for me and my relatives, he survived all of those perilous encounters. Of course all of us descend from survivors of famines, pestilence, and wars, but to read a book that describes the experience makes it a bit more personal.

After the war Trasimond married Amelie Bujol and they had five children together. In 1879 he was bitten by a mosquito. But not just any mosquito. This one carried the virus for the yellow fever. It proved fatal. To make it through musket fire, cannon shot, and slicing bayonets only to be taken down by a lowly mosquito. When the pesky bug bit him, he wouldn’t have known that it would be his downfall. Just the same, I hope he swatted it flat!

Feb. 26, 2021 – The website MyHeritage now has a feature that animates old photos. Of course I had to try it out on this old photo. It came out really well.

Girls and Their Dolls

June 29, 2016 Van 2 comments

1938-Betty Lou Bucklin and Kara Lee Sowder

Betty Lou Bucklin and Kara Lee Sowder at Christmastime 1938 in Fayetteville, Arkansas

This is one of my mom’s favorite photos of herself. It was taken in 1938, which was during the Great Depression. The thing that made it special according to my mom was that it was a photo of her holding a “real doll.” The thing that makes it special to me is that she was always satisfied with what she had.

Because she didn’t have a “real doll,” but her cousin had two and let her take a photo with one of them. And that was pretty special for little Betty Lou Bucklin! As you can see, she was quite happy taking her photo with that little doll. And with her cousin, of course!

But she’s not really a cousin. My mom’s mom’s sister was Grace Phenice and she was married to Ray Sowder who was from Arkansas. The girl’s name is Kara Lee and she is the daughter of Ray’s brother Hugh who was a professional photographer. Kara Lee and Betty Lou created a lasting memory on that long ago visit in 1938. (At least for my mom. She could remember Kara Lee’s name even when she had memory troubles. I found Kara Lee on Facebook and she had the same photo, but she stated, “I don’t remember who the little girl is.”)

Isabel Crixell Champion on the right in about 1904

Elvira Crixell and her cousin Isabel Crixell circa 1904

I can’t remember when I first saw that photo of my mom with the doll, but I can remember when I first saw the next photo of Girls With Dolls. It was a couple of weeks ago when I was researching the Patureau side of the family. Some distant cousins on that line have been living deep in southern Texas for several generations. The French Patureaus there have mixed more with the Mexican population as compared to our family which has more Cajun heritage. And the photo of the the two girls with their dolls from circa 1904 definitely caught my eye. The girl on the right was Isabel Crixell, my third cousin once removed. She was born in 1900 and lived to be over 100 years old. The girl on the left is only identified as “a Kowalski little girl.” I’m positive that she is Isabel’s first cousin Elvira Crixell who was born in 1901. She later married a Kowalski.

But in this photo, they are just little girls posing with their dolls. They don’t look quite as happy as my mom was with her real doll, but they do look happier than one particular little girl in the next photo. This time, instead of going thirty years in the more distant past, we’re coming forward thirty years from that first photo.

1966-12-24 Landry Family Christmas gathering

Landry cousins at Christmas time in 1966

No posting of Girls With Their Dolls in my family could be complete without this next photo. This is from Christmas of 1966 at my Mee Maw’s house. Tim was showing off a car, I was showing off my new sniper rifle, and the girls were showing off their new dolls. Karen looked very satisfied with the doll she was holding. Lauren and her doll both seem to have gotten something in their eyes. Jeanne is happy that she and her doll made it into the photo. Tricia (with the glasses) and Shirley (with the hair) have graduated to holding real children. Tricia has Colleen, while Shirley has Mona. Rob is happy to be the center of attention.

And then there’s poor little Jamie. She wanted a doll of her own to hold. She had her own doll, but she didn’t get to hold it for the photo. Maybe she wanted Karen to have a special moment with a borrowed ‘real doll’ like our mom had? Maybe she didn’t realize that she’d feel lonely without holding her doll when everyone else was holding theirs? Or maybe something else happened. Either way – that was long ago and all is forgiven.

Patureau: Patter-O, Patcher-O, Pat-trow, or Patch-Your-O

June 22, 2016 Van 2 comments

Ferdinand Pierre Patureau 1827-1877

This post is about the first Patureaus in our family that lived in Louisiana – and in the United States for that matter. Since I don’t have photos of his parents Pierre Patureau (Hold on! I believe this photo is a photo of Pierre.) and his wife Anne Rose Machet Patureau, the focus will be on their son Ferdinand. Ferdinand is my generation’s great great grandfather. He was born in France in October of 1826, one of four children. The family decided to move to the United States in 1840 (passport is dated Sept. 10, 1840, so it would be after that date) when Ferdinand was close to fourteen years old. After six months he returned to France by himself without letting anyone know where he was for at least half of a year. He worked his passage across the ocean.

1840 passport for Pierre Patureau, his wife and their four children. Pierre is identified as a boulanger, or baker.

If that’s not a Go Go Patureau, I don’t know what is! I’ve seen and heard different versions of this story, but they usually agree with what I wrote down. After he had been in France for a year and a half, he returned to his family in Louisiana. But when exactly did he return? Did he make it back before his mother died in 1842 from yellow fever? Or before the death of his sister during the same year? And where did the family live? I’ve read that they settled in New Orleans, yet Anne died in Opelousas. Then I read that they moved to the Plaquemine area and settled in Turnerville, which in the northeast area of Plaquemine.

The next big important event in Ferdinand’s life was his marriage to Marie Emma Landry in 1847. She was from West Baton Rouge Parish, Louisiana. They settled in Brusly Landing and started having children soon after. Before the arrival of their eleventh child (my great grandfather Vincent Maximilian) who would be born in 1865, the family moved to Bagdad, Mexico, to get away from the Civil War raging in southern Louisiana. Ferdinand Patureau’s sister Victorine was living there with a large, growing family of her own. I’ve actually been exploring that big TexMex family that descend from the Patureau line. It’s a large family that is more likely to identify themselves as Mexican in much the same way that we are more likely to identify ourselves as Cajun. (I know I do!) I’ve found some interesting stories and photos, but that is for another time.

After the war the family returned to Louisiana and settled in Plaquemine. A few more children were born and then tragedy struck. On Feb. 24 1877, Ferdinand had an accident in the sawmill that he owned which resulted in his death the following day at the age of 50. His wife and two of his children witnessed the accident. He is buried at the large Patureau tomb at St. John the Evangelist Catholic Cemetery in Plaquemine, which is where his father Pierre and many other family members are buried.

1877-FerdinandPierrePatureauDeath The Iberville South Newspaper, Plaquemine, LA., Saturday Morning , March 3, 1877, Vol. 1, No. 17 reads: Mr. F. P. Patureau, while working in his saw mill in this town, was caught by the band and thrown with such force against another portion of the machinery that he died from the injuries received on Saturday morning last. One of his legs was badly crushed, and was amputated by Dr. Postell, all efforts however were unavailing and a hard working, good citizen has been taken from our midst. A large concourse of friends and relatives followed his remains to their resting place on Sunday evening last. (end of transcription)

It doesn’t mention his wife and children being witnesses, but I’ve seen an account of the incident that does mention that fact. It doesn’t say which children were the witnesses. I’d be curious to know who it was.

Aug. 10, 2017 – UPDATE – Replaced the photo with the new and improved version that I got from my dad’s cousin Marie Therese “Sis” Schafer Vicknair. Thanks Sis. Much better than the photo that I started out with.

Poor version of photo that I had for a few years.

July 21, 2022 – Another update! – Now I have found an actual photo of Ferdinand. It could be the basis used for what I now think was a drawing of him. I call it “The Real Photo of Ferdinand Patureau.”

A Shakey’s Remembrance

June 16, 2016 Van Leave a comment

June 17, 1976 - MountainMusic with the Landry Family Band

The Landry Family Band on the evening of June 17, 1976. We were playing the song “Mountain Music” with Bob on the guitar, Karen on the ukelele, Van on the bass, Al on the guitar, Jamie on the jug, and Betty on the piano.

Our family started playing at Shakey’s Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles, Louisiana, on Wednesday June 16, 1976. We called ourselves the Landry Family Band. This photo was taken on our second night of playing on June 17 – before we had the uniforms that show up in the later photos of our performances.

The anniversary almost slipped by me! I had intended for the 40th Anniversary of playing at Shakey’s to be the main story for my Throwback Thursday series for today. I didn’t think about it when I started my Wednesday evening preparations. I’m kind of glad that I forgot, because I really like the feel that the story about my mom and her grandfather evokes. But if I had remembered, that story would not have been written. So we have an extra installment today. More for everyone!

Van Landry at Shakey's Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles, Louisiana, on Jan. 7, 1978.

Van Landry singing at Shakey’s on Jan. 7, 1978.

Dec. 23, 1978 at Shakey's Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles, LA

Bob on the trombone, Jodie on the bass, and Rob on the trumpet were all part of the Landry Family Band. This photo was taken December 23, 1978.

Karen was at Shakey’s the most. Besides singing there with the family, she also worked there while she was in college. Here she is on Dec. 23, 1978.

Jamie singing at Shakey’s on April 21, 1978.

The Landry Family Band at Shakey's Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles, Louisiana, on Dec. 23, 1978.

This was one of the few times that the whole family was there. It was just before Christmas in 1978. There’s Bob on the bass, Jamie, Van with trombone, Karen, Rob singing, Jodie with flute, Al with guitar, and Betty on the piano.

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Landry Unions and Reunions

June 8, 2016 Van One comment

1888 - Marguerite Basalite Landry Leveque

Marguerite Basalite Landry Leveque 1821-1902

This week we are having a Landry reunion in Lake Charles, so I thought it would be appropriate to post a relevant relative. The person receiving the honor this week is my great great grandmother Marguerite Basalite (aka Basilde) Landry Leveque. She was born in 1821 in Iberville Parish in Louisiana. She was the sixth and last child of Joseph Emanuel Landry and Clarice Celeste Bruneteau. Manuel and Clarice were 4th cousins through the Acadian Landry forefather Rene Landry.

I’ll try not to be too confusing, but that’s going to be difficult. Because, you see , I also descend from Marguerite’s next older sister Anna Adele Landry. I won’t explain how she fits in, because I want to get to the next older sister Clarissa Doralise Landry. Clarissa married Joseph Auguste Leveque (I posted his photo last Christmas.) in 1831 at the age of 18. She and Joseph Auguste had six children together. Shortly after the last child was born in 1840, Clarissa died.

Now I don’t really know all the details about the dynamics going on in the family, but in 1843 Joseph Auguste got married again. And I’m sure you’ve already guessed who it was that he married. Yes, you are right, it was our very own Marguerite Basalite. Was she sweet on him when he was married to her sister? Did she want to make sure her nieces and nephews were cared for properly? Was she longing to have servants of her own? Did she want her headstone to read the same as her sister’s: Mrs. J. A. Leveque? Did he only want to marry a Landry? a cousin? Or did he think, “Hey, she’s over here all the time, maybe I should marry her?” All I know is that they got married and had eight or nine children together (six lived to adulthood). And I descend from a daughter of this second marriage, Marie Celeste Leveque.

Marie Celeste went on to marry a Landry cousin of her own. That’s right. She married Simon Alcide Joseph Landry, her half first cousin once removed. And their son (my grandfather) married his first cousin once removed through the Landry line. That’s a lot of Landry lines in this group of people. Unions and reunions. It reminds me of a poem I once read,

It must have been Cajun tradition
or kids with a lot of volition.
Whatever it was
It didn’t give pause.
It happened despite admonition.

Oh wait! I wrote that poem. Who else writes poems about their families marrying their cousins? No one that I know. Maybe my third cousin once removed. Oh wait? That’s me, too! Like I said, I try not to get too confused. But with a family tree like ours, that’s asking for a bit too much.

1888 -Marguerite Basilite Landry A note about the photo. The first copy of this photo that I found was the one on the left. It’s not a very big file, it’s very yellowed, and it has spots all over it. But since it was all that I had, I worked on it and tried to make it look good. It still looked a bit rough.

Then I came across a slightly better version and started working on that one. Finally I got this better version from my dad and worked on it and retouched it. I’ve been working on this photo for over six months! I threw the first edited version away. So you’d better enjoy it. And if you have an even better copy of it, wait a while before you show it to me. I’m not quite ready to throw away my new edited version.

Jacko’s Adventures – A Decade of Fun

June 1, 2016 Jacko Leave a comment

Jacko's Adventures: To The Faces and Beyond

The first book in the series of Jacko’s Adventures

Can it really be 10 years ago that Van and I started our Grand Adventures? At least that’s what he told me. I’m not good with the numbers or keeping track of time. I do know that it’s been several munce since we went to see those Faces up in the North. But if Van says it’s 10 years, I’ve gotta believe him. He keeps track of stuff like that and I don’t really care if he is right or wrong.

All I know is that we had a lot of fun! And that’s all that matters. The cover of my first book (Jacko’s Adventures: To The Faces and Beyond) is one of my favorite photos. I’m sitting on a giant’s foot in Tulsa, Minnesota or somewhere. That foot is so big that it makes me look small. But I’m not. I’m just the same size as when I became. I don’t look any older now, either. The same can not be said of Van.

2006-06-08(17)Papi&MtRushmore3 The other really good thing about that trip was that we came across a photo of my Papi at Rushmount. I had told stories about Papi to Van for a while, but until we saw that picture of him in real life, I don’t think he believed anything I said. It’s not like I lie like he does. Everything I say is really real. Because of this picture, we started moving to the point of reuniting with my old Papi. He read about us in the book about our Adventures, sent off an email to see about getting together with us, and the rest is history.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. This post was supposed to be about our first Adventure and celebrating 10 years of fun. So “Happy Anniversary” to us! I’m feeling festive. I think I’m going to go get Van to play the guitar so we can sing our fun little traveling songs. “Yo! Ho! Going on Adventures. That’s what we like to do.”

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“Mind if I stay for a little while?

May 25, 2016 Van 2 comments

1969 - Germaine Erie Patureau Landry going on a trip

Germaine Erie Patureau Landry was better known to us as Mee Maw. She has packed her grip and is ready to go. Circa 1969.

This is my grandmother. She was such a sweet woman. All of us grandkids called her Mee Maw and she fit the name perfectly. She became a widow in 1957 at the age of 62. She had been a teacher before she got married. She gave that up when she got married in 1921 because at that time it wasn’t appropriate for a teacher to be married. But she was busy anyway. She had eight children to bear and rear!

But that’s just the prequel to this story. This story is about her being a grandmother. As my wonderful godmother Shirley likes to point out, she was the first grandchild born. But she wasn’t by herself for very long. By the time Mee Maw became a widow, she had fourteen grandchildren. Eventually there were twenty-nine grandchildren (though one of them only lived a few short years).

Yet she made us all feel like we were her favorite. She liked to travel whenever she could. She was known as a go-go Patureau. (I think Jacko would have liked her. He likes to be on the move, too.) Then she would come to visit her grandchildren and bring them gifts. I still have a monkey bank that she got for me when she went to the Grand Canyon. And as you can tell, she must have paid attention to what kind of things I like.

But we didn’t need presents. Her being there would have been good enough. I remember her as being soft and warm and comforting. She did snore a bit loudly when you slept with her, but that can be forgiven. And she lied to me! I remember asking her something about her skin (which was a result of aging skin – something a little boy like me didn’t know better than to ask) and she made something up that I believed for the longest time! I love that.

She was a good grandmother. I have many fond memories of her. I wish I had a few more.

Newlywed’s First Kitchen

May 20, 2016 Van Leave a comment

1953-03 Betty Landry LoRes Thinking of my mom (Betty Lou Bucklin Landry) on her 83rd birthday. Called earlier today and wished her a happy birthday. Then later I came across some old negatives and found this photo that I don’t ever remember seeing before. I think is from March of 1953, which was in her first year of marriage. She looks so happy to be in her very own kitchen. She gave birth to her first child seven months later.

Veterinarian at your Service

May 11, 2016 Van 2 comments

Vincent Maximilian Patureau was a veterinarian in Lafayette, Louisiana, circa 1914.

My great grandfather Vincent Maximilian Patureau (father of our beloved Mee Maw) had an interesting life. He is usually referred to as “Grampa Max” so I’m going to call him Max.

Max was born in Bagdad, Mexico during the Civil War in 1865 to Ferdinand Pierre and Marie Emma Landry Patureau. The family was in Mexico to get away from the turmoil of the Civil War. There were also some Patureau relatives who lived in the Metamoras, Mexico/Brownsville, Texas area. They were the family of Ferdinand’s sister Victorine Patureau Laulom. Bagdad was a small town that grew suddenly during the Civil War due to its port that helped with cotton trade.

Ferdinand’s family returned to Louisiana and made their home in Plaquemine, Louisiana, shortly after Max was born and the Civil War was over. Bagdad declined after that and was then destroyed by a hurricane in 1889. It was never rebuilt and the port was abandoned.

Max grew up in Iberville Parish where his father worked in the sawmill/lumber industry. Ferdinand eventually had his own sawmill and Max began to work in that industry as well. When Max was 11, his father died as a result of an accident at the sawmill. He might have been one of the children to witness the accident that led to his father’s death.

In 1888 at age of 23 he married Marie Therese Landry, who was his 2nd cousin through the Landry line (His father married a Landry and his daughter did, too. Three generations of Patureau/Landry marriage). Their first child was born 10 months later. Several others followed, though some did not make it past infancy. In 1904 he became co-owner of a store, in 1906 he was a witness to a lynching, and in 1909 his wife died. The store closed in 1913 and the family moved to Lafayette.

When in Lafayette Max began practicing the art of veterinary science. From what I’ve heard, he was self-taught. From the photo I posted of the shingle he hung when setting up practice, being self taught did not stop him from putting Dr. in front of his name. From what I’ve noticed lately, everything is a lot more regulated now than it was back then.

The picture is of Max drinking a beverage from a nice cup while standing next to an old car. It was with a group of photos from his veterinary practice. Maybe it was part of an advertising campaign. I think it was meant to be humorous. An old horse doctor who goes out to farms to fix up the animals dressed up all fancy and drinking properly from a nice cup. I like it. What do you think?

Circa 1915 – The shingle that my great grandfather Vincent Maximilian Patureau hung in front of his practice in Lafayette.

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