Jada – Looking Back 10 Years

Last week I was looking for old recordings of our family band from back in the 70s and 80s.  I thought I had some files on my computer or some old CDs.  I didn’t find any on my computer, but I did find an old CD.  But it wouldn’t play on anything that I have.  It’s an old recordable CD, so that may be the issue.  When those things came out, we thought they’d be good forever!  I guess that is not the case.

Today when I first started to consider a topic for tonight’s post, I remembered something.  I do have a recording of our family singing – at least some of them.  It’s a recording of my parents, my sisters Jamie and Karen, and me singing and playing in Lake Charles when we were making arrangements for my parents to move into assisted living.  Then it donged on me – that was 10 years ago.  A ten-year anniversary is sufficient for making a Throwback Thursday.

I would have liked a recording of the whole family, but I’m not even sure we have that.  When I think of the family band, I think of the years that we played at Shakey’s Pizza Parlor in Lake Charles, Louisiana, from 1976 to 1981.  And the name we performed under was – drumroll please – The Landry Family Band.  When we started, the oldest three kids – Jodie, Rob, and Karen – were in college, while the younger three – Al, Van (myself), and Jamie – were in high school.  That first year of performing – the 1976-1977 school year – was the only time that three of us were in high school at the same time. 

Jodie had gotten married to her first husband in 1973, and by this time they had moved to Texas A&M.  Rob started a Louisiana Tech in 1973, so he was away for most of the time.  They didn’t play at Shakey’s as much as the rest of us.  Karen went to McNeese in Lake Charles and actually got a job at Shakey’s, so she was there a lot.  During the first year, we played Wednesday through Saturday nights.  I don’t know how we did that with three of us in high school.

After the first year, Al graduated and he went to Tech as well, which meant he wasn’t at Shakey’s as much as Karen, Jamie, and me.  But when he was there, we got to play some of the Dixieland songs.  Daddy had a book that had arrangements for Dixieland songs to be played by the trumpet, clarinet, and trombone.  Those are the instruments that Al, Karen, and I played, respectively.  There were a few of the songs that we played regularly.  I can’t remember the names of all of those tunes, but one of my favorites was Bluin’ the Blues.  It was kind of jazzy, and it was a fun arrangement for all of us.

The one we did the most, though, had to have been Jada.  “Jada! Jada! Jada, Jada, Jean Jean Jean.”  Those were the words that I always sang.  But I looked up the words online tonight and realized that I’ve said them wrong all these years!!  It’s only been 50 years!  The correct lyrics are, “Ja-Da, Ja-Da. Ja-Da Ja-Da jing jing jing.”  When I posted this video 10 years ago, someone made the comment, “Jing jing jing.”  I didn’t think he knew the song, so I thought he just typed what he thought he heard.  Wrong, wrong, wrong.  Oh, well.  I still think I will sing “Jean Jean Jean” in honor of Karen, whose middle name was Jean.

When we recorded the song 10 years ago, we didn’t have all of our musical instruments.  It was Landry Family Band Lite.  So Daddy had to improvise.  He didn’t let us stop with just one quick verse.  He started us up again and accompanied us with his scat version of the trombone part of the arrangement.  I find it very charming.

Landry Family – December 1947

Hello, people!  It’s time for a post about my dad’s side of the family.  Of course, you probably know that already because you’ve been paying attention and know that last week I wrote about my mom’s family.  I’m just joking, because I have to refer back to my post from the past few weeks to see what I need to write about.  I’ve written so many posts through the years.  

The Robert Joseph “Bob” and Germaine “Erie” Patureau Landry family in Lake Charles, Louisiana, on December 27, 1947.

I found a few photos that I thought of using, but when I came to this photo, my mind was made up right away.  It’s just happenstance in regard to which file folder I might look into when I start my searches.  This photo came from the file called The Secret Collection.  (Shhh!  Don’t tell anyone!)  It is curated by my cousin Daphne, and it was passed down by her mother Germaine Landry Winn.  Aunt Germaine was my dad’s (Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Jr.) older sister who was closest in age to him.

There are several older photos like this of the family that were taken through the years in the back of the family home in Lake Charles.  It’s a photo taken around December 27, 1947.  That is the date that was printed on the back of the photo by the place that processed the film – Mac’s Camera Shop.  The photo was probably taken at Christmastime or maybe even at Thanksgiving.  It depends on how many photos they were taking back then.

I like the photo because it has my dad in it when he was just 18 years old.  It also has both of his parents (Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Sr. and Germaine Erie Patureau), a few of his siblings, and one brother-in-law.  You can probably tell that I don’t know the occasion for this photo from what I’ve said earlier.  But I am able to identify everyone in the photo.  The names of everyone were written on the back of the photo by some family member.  It could have been an aunt or a cousin.  My dad is identified as Bobbie, which is how he was known by the family.  My grandfather is identified as Pee Paw, which is what us grandkids called him.  He is also identified as Bob Landry.  Sometimes he is referred to as Bob in photos, while other times he is called Rob.  Since my dad is Bob and my brother is Rob, I usually stick with using Pee Paw to identify him, especially in a group family photo such as this.

The two Bob Landrys are on either end of this grouping of family.  On the left is 18-year-old Bob.  He graduated from Landry Memorial in 1946, so he would have been starting his third year in college at McNeese.  He was involved with the band but wouldn’t become involved with barbershop quartets until the next year.  He also hadn’t met my mom yet.  So much more was yet to come.  Next to him is his younger sister Wana.  She was only 15 at the time.  I wonder what she liked to talk about back then.  She was always a talker.  I bet she was a fast talker back then.  Yet she looks rather calm in this photo.

Next to her in the back row is older brother A. J. (Alcide Joseph).  He wasn’t married at the time.  He had spent some time in the military during World War II but had come back home at this point.  A. J. was the second of the eight kids.  Older sister Marie had gotten married in 1945 to Malloy Reeves.  He is the other guy in the back row of this photo, but Marie is nowhere to be found!  Why is Malloy there, but not Marie?  But Uncle Hubert wasn’t there either.  He was third of eight.  He had married Mildred Sutherlin in 1946.  Maybe they were at home taking care of the First.  My godmother – and cousin – Shirley was just an infant at the time, so Mee Maw and Pee Paw had just become grandparents.  I guess that is a sufficient reason to take a photo.

I still need to identify the youngest three of the eight siblings.  In the middle of the photo is Frances Mae, sometimes known as Framay.  She looks very happy in this photo.  For some reason this photo of her reminds me of Daphne.  But Daphne is the daughter of Aunt Germaine (who is also not present in this photo).  But still, it’s what I see.  Standing in the front of the photo with his mother’s hands on his shoulder is little Johnny.  He was only 11 years old at the time.  I’m sure he was a handful.  He was mischievous even as an old man!  I enjoyed having him as my godfather.

So there it is.  A sweet little family photo from 1947.  It might have been Christmas.  It might have been earlier.  It’s likely to be the earliest photo of my grandparents when they became grandparents.  I like it.

A Cherished Photo of Pee Paw

Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry, Sr. circa 1922 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

Here is a photo that I found last week.  I’ve had it in my digital files for quite a while, but I don’t remember seeing it before last weekend.  How is that for a cherished photo?  The date on the file was 1999.  Daddy must have scanned it or somehow had a digital file made of this old photo of his own dad.  I could tell that the original photo must have been really good, but all I had to start with was a small washed-out image.  I knew as soon as I saw it that I had to share it, but it had some work to be done on it.

So that’s what I did.  And yes, this is the improved version of the photo after healing, cloning, shading, leveling, and fading one version over another for about an hour.  I left some of the staining along the left side of the photo because I wanted to keep some of that old time charm.  Actually, I wanted you to be able to see that there is an oval shape around the face of my grandfather.

I’m pretty sure the oval is a result of the original enlarged photograph having been in a frame for a long time.  I’m sure that my Mee Maw – Germaine Erie Patureau Landry – must have been the one that framed this cherished image of her dear husband.  (My spellcheck is telling me to change that spelling to “dead” husband!  That was not what I wanted to convey!  I’m pretty sure she cherished him when he was alive!)  He does look quite dashing in the photo.  I’m hoping that someone else in the family might have an original of this photo.  It would be nice to get a better copy of this photo.

Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry was born in Westlake, Louisiana, on January 9, 1893.   He was the youngest of the ten children of Simon Alcide Landry and Marie Celeste Leveque Landry.  The family had moved west from West Baton Rouge Parish a few years earlier to find work in the railroad industry of Calcasieu Parish.  He grew up in Westlake, where he developed his interests in fishing and baseball.  As a young man he was a semi-professional baseball player in Louisiana and Texas.  In 1917 he joined the military during the Great War (WWI).  He went through training, but the war ended before he was ever deployed abroad.  

In 1921 he married Germaine Erie Patureau from Plaquemine, Louisiana.  I’m thinking the photo was taken around that period of time or shortly after.  He still looks like a young man, but he’s starting to show some features of his older years.  It didn’t take too long for his hair to start thinning, so I don’t think he was much older than 29 or 30.  It’s a good photo.  I’ll definitely keep it.  I’ll probably even cherish it.  I hope you do, too.

Our Legendary Acadian Ancestor

This is not a photo of my Acadian ancestress. But it is a painting by a cousin who also descends from the subject of this post. The painting is called “French Peasant” and it is by my third cousin Kevin Leveque. It makes me think of my French and Acadian ancestresses who worked on the land with their families.

Francois Pellerin lived from 1636 to 1678.  Never heard of him?  I was only slightly familiar with his name in my tree until a few months ago.  I read a few stories about him that caught my attention.  It wasn’t anything that he had done, but something that was done to him.  Interesting stories sometimes pass down through a few generations and most of the time they die out.  Fortunately for us, there are still some legal records from over 350 years ago.  And they tell an interesting story about our Francois.

Francois was born around 1636 and married Andree Martin in 1665 in Port Royal, Acadie.  They were some of the early French inhabitants of that area.  In fact, Andree’s older brother Matthieu was reported to be the first child born of French heritage in Acadie.   In the 1671 Census, they were still living in Port Royal, and they had three young daughters – Huguette, Marie, and newborn Anne.  I descend from their second daughter Marie.

Shortly after this, Jacques Bourgeois – another of my ancestors – decided to create a new settlement in Acadie.  It wasn’t too far from Port Royal, but with the primitive mode of travel back then, it took more than a week to make a one-way journey.  It was called Beaubassin, and at first it was started with Jacques and several sons and sons-in-law.  Not much later on, they were joined by others, including our little Pellerin family.

A couple of years later, the family traveled back to Port Royal for a visit.  One of the people they visited was Andree’s younger sister Marie Martin Morin.  It was in one of the years that both of the sisters rested between having 25 children between them.  During this visit, the two sisters decided to go have a walk into town.  While there, they witnessed a disturbing sight.  A man was molesting a young girl on the street.  Andree was appalled and took it upon herself to do something about it. 

She demanded that the man stop.  While attempting to make him stop, the man lunged at her.  She must have been prepared for this possibility, because she was able to grab a large piece of wood and hit him over the head with it!  She hit him pretty hard, because it stopped him from attacking the girl or herself.  I love reading an account of one of my ancestors doing the right thing.  I think she felt she had done the right thing, too.  But she also worried a bit.  The man – his name was Jean Campagna – told Andree that she would live to regret the actions she had taken.  A not so veiled threat.

You can imagine the retelling of this story when they got home to their families or with their friends.  Marie might have said something like, “You should have seen when Andree smacked him on the head!  He didn’t know what hit him.  Le tonnerre ecrase!”  Though it would have all been in French.  I wonder if the threat was repeated in the retelling.  It had such an ominous tone.  And you know it has to have some importance since it was recounted at some point.  Otherwise we wouldn’t know about it.

The Pellerin family returned to Beaubassin without further incident.  Their life continued there with the arrival of three more daughters.  Francois may have been a little disheartened by this.  Homesteading in a new area was hard backbreaking work.  Some big strong sons were always helpful in those conditions.  They needed to dyke the land to get it into condition for growing crops.  That took time and with a growing family to feed, Francois felt pressure to do something about it.  He went out to find someone who could help him out with all of the hard work.  The important thing was to find someone strong and hard-working.  In a weird twist to this story, the man who fit that bill for him was none other than Jean Campagna.

You can imagine Andree’s outrage when she saw Francois bring that big brutish man into their home.  A home that included six young girls under the age of thirteen.  She must have thought he was mad.  Didn’t he remember that Campagna had threatened her?  Francois stood his ground and insisted that it was necessary for survival. That included having the man live in their home!  That’s what happened, but you can be sure that Andree watched him like a hawk and always knew where the closest big stick was!

Then Campagna had the audacity to tell Francois that he wanted to marry their 12-year-old daughter Huguette.  There was no way Andree was going to allow that to happen.  As Campagna went around claiming he was going to marry soon, Andree went about finding another alternative.  It didn’t take her long to make an arrangement with a man named Pierre Mercier.  Even though she made this announcement, Campagna told everyone in town that Huguette was promised to him.  Campagna had a bad reputation in the town, so I’m sure everyone believed Andree over him.  He was bad news all around.

Most of the settlers weren’t fond of his drinking and gambling behaviors.  Yet he had money to lend them – at outrageous interest rates.  He also acted like he knew all the best ways of farming and working on drainage issues in the marshy land they lived on.  He wasn’t the only threat to the area’s tranquility.  There was a running history of the English attacking the French in Acadie.  Sure, they were willing to trade for things that they needed from time to time, but some of them were just as willing to attack them and burn their homes when something went wrong.  And there was always one disease or another.

Around the late 1670s, there was an outbreak of something that claimed several lives.  It was probably smallpox.  That’s what was reported in Port Royal.  Somehow it made its way to Beaubassin.  It was a quick-acting disease.  A person could be working in the field at the beginning of the week and be dead by the weekend.  It sounds quite painful.  That’s what happened to Francois Pellerin.  He was working in the marsh with Jean Campagna.  They may have gotten into some type of disagreement where Campagna “breathed into Francois’ eye.”  Not long after that, Francois fell ill.

I’m sure Andree was worried about her husband and also didn’t want her children to fall ill as well.  Maybe she kept some distance between them and her husband.  This gave Campagna a way to get in and see Francois.  He took out a mysterious box and placed it at the feet of Francois.  When Francois saw it, he asked Campagna to remove it.  In response, Campagna said, “It’s good for grinding barley.”  Nobody knew what that meant.  Francois died later that day.

Andree was sure that witchcraft was involved.  She felt that the visit to Francois on that last day was to finish him off with a spell.  Andree’s sister Marie also claimed that Campagna had tried to kill a man in Port Royal.  There was also a suspicious death of a woman who had just received a gift of butter from Campagna.  Maybe he poisoned her?  Maybe he somehow passed on a deadly disease?  When Andree’s daughter Huguette died a short time later, she thought Campagna had something to do with that as well.  In another odd twist in the story, Andree commiserated with Pierre Mercier (Huguette’s fiancé) about these deaths. They became close and ended up getting married.

They continued to talk about the evil plotting of Campagna.  With these allegations, Campagna was imprisoned before being brought to trial in Quebec.  Pierre Mercier questioned him about his promise that Mercier would never marry Huguette.  Was that a threat?  He asked him about the phrase he said to Pellerin, “It’s good for grinding barley.”  Campagna’s reply was that it was a joke.  What kind of joke is that on someone’s sickbed?  Campagna denied any wrongdoing.

A lot of these accusations were made at the urging of Le Neuf, a French seigneur who was in charge of this area of Acadie.  He had a grudge against Campagna.  Campagna had given his wife that odd gift of butter while he was away.  He thought Campagna had tried to win her affections. Le Neuf also collected testimonies of several villagers about the actions of Campagna. It was enough to get Campagna sent to Quebec where he was imprisoned for curses and spells.

In 1685 there was a trial, but it didn’t last long.  French law required that there be concrete proof when making claims against someone.  There was evidence that people didn’t like him and some of them owed him money that they didn’t want to pay back.  There was no proof of witchcraft.  The results didn’t really matter.  If he had been found guilty, he would have been banished from Acadie.  He was essentially found innocent, yet he had the same punishment. 

Campagna was not allowed to return to Acadie.  At least Andree wouldn’t have to see his disgusting face ever again.  That must have been some comfort.  I hope so.

Marie Celeste Leveque’s tree with yellow trail back to Francois Pellerin and Andree Martin. Grandma Celeste was my grandfather Rob Landry’s mother.

My Dad and His Siblings in 1975

I like to be able to find photos from 50 years ago for some type of family event.  It’s a good even number.  I like bigger numbers like 60, 70, or 80.  A photo from exactly 100 years ago is not easy to find, so when I find one it is really special.  I hope there isn’t one for today, because I am not aware of it.  It’s so easy to overlook those types of anniversaries when there is so much history to look over.  That’s why I decided on the 50-year anniversary of the Fourth of July Celebration from 1975 for my dad’s family.

The Landry family of Lake Charles, Louisiana, on July 4, 1975.

The Landry family get togethers were always so enjoyable.  There were so many people, and the numbers seemed to grow every year.  Cousins were marrying and having children everywhere you turned.  There were usually photos of large groups, and I have one from 1975.  It’s one of my least-favorite photos of myself.  I thought about being brave and posting it but decided against it.  It was really just a matter of opting for this one instead.

Because even though there were always large family photos, my dad and his siblings had a tradition of taking a photo of just the eight of them.  They were the children of Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry, Sr. and Germaine Erie Patureau Landry.  They were better known as Mama and Papa to these eight, and they were known as Mee Maw and Pee Paw to all of us grandchildren.

In 1975, neither Mee Maw nor Pee Paw were alive.  Pee Paw died in 1957 at the age of 64.  I recently reached the age he was at his death.  It will take a while longer for me to pass up Mee Maw.  She died in 1973 just a month short of her 79th birthday.  This photo was just two years after her death.  The siblings must have decided to keep the family get togethers going after their mother’s passing.  I wonder if they discussed that at all, or it was just what everyone wanted.  Whatever it was, it sure did endure.  Those siblings continued getting the family together for about 40 years.  Not without the help of their children, of course.  It has stopped, because one by one they have all passed away.  This is the first July 4th without any of those Landry siblings.

The photo was taken at The First’s home.  That would be the home of cousin Shirley and her husband Dudley.  She is my godmother.  We had the Fourth of July celebration there for many years.  I don’t know when it started, and I don’t know when it stopped.  I also don’t remember what the family did for the Fourth when Mee Maw was still alive.  But I know we got together in 1975, because I have this photo to prove it!  Photos are such good assistance to our memory.  Thankfully, I can still remember the name of everyone in the photo.  I thought I would share that with you. 

I’ll start on the left with Marie in her so very patriotic red, white, and blue blouse.  It’s the main thing that stood out when I restored the colors to the photo.  That and the green grass.  Marie was the oldest sister and she’s standing next to the youngest sister Frances.  Frances is standing somewhat behind Germaine, who is in a mint green outfit.  Not as patriotic as her big sister but still looking spiffy.  Next is Hubert, the father of The First.  To the right of him is my dad Bob.  The family called him Bobbie, but many of his friends called him Pluto.  Next to him is Wana.  She almost got the patriotic colors correct, she’s just missing a bit of red.  You can barely see A. J. next to her, because Johnny is in front of him.  He may have got in that habit when they were young.  A. J. was the oldest boy, and Johnny – the youngest – could have stood in front of him without blocking him at some point.  It was not the case in 1975.

I hope you all have a wonderful Fourth with friends, family, and/or loved ones.

Outliving Pee Paw

Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry, Sr. circa 1950

Yesterday I was the age that my paternal grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Jr. was on the day he died.  I’ve planned on writing this post today for a while.  When it got closer, I calculated the exact day that would match the age of Pee Paw when he died.  I knew that it was approaching, but I didn’t even think about it yesterday.  I only thought about it earlier today when I started to think about what I’d write today.  

I never knew my grandfather.  He died before I was born.  He was born on January 9, 1893, in Westlake, Louisiana.  He was the youngest child of Simon Alcide Landry and Marie Celeste Leveque.  He married Germaine Erie Patureau in 1921 in Lafayette, Louisiana, and they spent the rest of their lives in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  I think the area they lived in was called Goosport.  It looks like it would be pronounced like Goose-port, but it actually sounds more like Goss-port.  My dad was Robert J. Jr and they called him Bobbie.  He was better known as Bob or Pluto.  He married Betty Lou Bucklin in 1952, and they had me in 1960.  I was the fifth child, too.

Being a later born child in a family kind of stretches the generations out in a family tree.  And when you have a string of them, it makes it more pronounced.  Pee Paw was the youngest of ten children.  Simon Alcide was the youngest of eight.  One of the common factors in my Landry line was the none of us knew our paternal grandfathers.  Now I don’t know about those that came before me, but it meant to me that my grandfather had been really old.  Pee Paw was 64 years 7 months and 19 days old when he died on August 28, 1957.  Even since I was a kid, I knew that was old – even without the months and days added on.

But it doesn’t seem so old anymore.  I guess on some days it does, but for the most part it doesn’t.  I’m not the only one that has outlived our grandfather.  I’ve got lots of older cousins and siblings who have paved the way.  My godmother did it first.  Of course, she did.  That’s why Shirley is called The First.  And slowly but surely, we’re passing that marker.  But not all of us.  My older sisters Jodie and Karen didn’t make it that far.  And neither did our cousins Marla and Mark.  I hope the rest of us make it as well.

About the photo.  This is a picture of Pee Paw showing off his catch of the day.  He was an avid fisherman.  It’s not the best of photos, but I like it because he had been doing what he loved.  He’s also dressed very casually for him.  It seems like most photos of him show him with a tie on.  I’m not exactly sure when the photo was taken.  There’s not a date on it.  All that I can really be sure of is that he was younger than I am when the photo was taken.

Bob and Betty – Two Would Never Do

It was difficult today to come up with a topic.  It’s time for the Landry side of my family, but the only thing I could think of was so similar to what I shared last month.  I guess that’s to be expected, I’m rotating between four different grandparents.  Plus Pee Paw – my paternal grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. – has the fewest photos for his ancestors.  Thankfully there are several photos of his mother – Marie Celeste Leveque, but there are only two for his father – Simon Alcide Landry.  What’s even more limiting is that there are no photos of Alcide’s parents – Narcisse Landry and Marie Carmelite Hebert.

Jodie, Bob, Rob, and Betty Landry in Albuquerque.

I decided to change my search scope and went to look for the first color photo of my dad.  Last week I shared the first color photo of my mom from 1954.  That one was pretty blurry, but it came out pretty good when I sharpened it.  The first color photo of my dad was even worse.  There’s no way I could use it.  I kept looking for something good.  Then I found it.  It’s not a color photo, but it was a photo from exactly 70 years ago.  I’ve covered several events in the lives of my parents on their 70th anniversary.  Why not one more?!

The 70th anniversary photos started when young Betty Lou Bucklin was brought home by Bob Landry to meet his family.  Then there were engagement notices and letters followed by their wedding.  Not too long later, there was their first child – Jodie Lou Landry.  You remember her.  She showed up in that first color photo of mom last week.  She was also in a 70th anniversary Valentine post in February.

And now my older brother Rob has joined the happy little family.  Look how cute they all look!  The photo was taken on May 29, 1955, in Albuquerque, New Mexico, on the occasion of Rob’s baptism.  This photo reminds me of when our family was celebrating my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary in 2002.  I had to doublecheck that date.  It’s hard to believe it was that long ago.  It was almost in the 1900s!  Anyway, when we were preparing for that big event, I decided to write a song about their fifty years together. 

The song starts out with “More than fifty years ago is when their love began” and continues on to tell about their meeting and getting married.  Then I have the part that goes “So began their joined lives and along came Jodie Lou.”  This is when I choked up because of thinking of her death in 1989.  My siblings started singing along with the next part – “With Rob it became a pair, but two would never do.”  That’s where I got the title for this post.

If I keep doing these posts for the next seven years, I’ll have to make sure to add to the 70th anniversary collection.  Because as many of you know, there were four more children that made their appearance.  And since Mama and Daddy were such musical individuals, “they had enough for a family band!”

The Boudreaux Matriarch Was Michelle Aucoin

The topic of my post tonight was decided early this morning when I looked at my Facebook feed.  You probably aren’t surprised that I am a member of many genealogy groups on FB.  It’s what I do.  There are old photo groups, DNA groups, blogging groups, and different heritage groups.  Being a Landry, I am a member of a few Acadian groups.  They’re my people!  So I was really excited to see that the birth certificate of one of the founders of Acadie has been discovered.

Everybody knows that the Acadians originated in France.  But there haven’t been that many original documents found for those original immigrants who came to the New World about four hundred years ago.  They were some of the earliest Europeans that chose to uproot their lives and start anew in the Americas.  Many researchers through the years have been looking to find documents that can give us more information about these people.

I know my dad spent more than forty years researching our family.  He knew who Michelle Aucoin was.  She showed up in his family tree twice.  In his information, he had her parents listed as Martin Aucoin and Marie Salle.  Marie Salle was married to Martin Aucoin, but she was his second wife.  He had Michelle’s birth listed as 1618 probably in France.  But he had a few people listed as having an estimated birth year of 1618.  Both Rene l’Aine Landry and his sister Antoinette Landry were shown in his records with that year.  I remember asking him if they were twins.  He kind of chuckled and said that the dates were just estimates.  They didn’t know who was older, but they were close to the same age.  Or maybe they were twins.  It wasn’t known.

1620 baptism record of Michelle Aucoin in LaRochelle, France

So it’s exciting when one of those old documents is discovered.  I would have been super excited if I had been the one to find that old baptismal record.  Though if I had run across it, I would have had difficulty telling what it was.  It was in cursive French, and it was written over 400 years ago!  

I don’t know what the first two lines say.  I don’t think it shows the date as most baptismal records do.  (8/2/2025 – Yes! It does!  It says the twenty-ninth day of the month of January!)  The third line starts with the word for baptism or baptize.  The third line has the good stuff.  It says, “Michelle fille de (daughter of) Martin Aucoin/et du (and of) Barbe Minguet…”  It goes on to list the parrain and marraine (godparents).

So Barbe Minguet was definitely the mother of Michelle.  Not Marie Salle or an earlier wife of Martin Aucoin.  Michelle’s younger sister Jeanne’s baptismal record had been found previously, and she has the same parents.  She was ten years younger, so there had been speculation that Michelle might have been the product of an earlier marriage.  The date for Michelle’s baptism was January 29, 1620, and it took place near LaRochelle, France.  It was found by fellow Acadian and researcher Jim Cyr.

Michelle Aucoin was married to Michel Boudrot (1601-1690).  His exact birth date is not known, but he was a bit older than Michelle.  They had ten children together and all of the Acadian and Cajun Boudreaux families descend from these children.  One of them was a daughter named Marguerite (1648-1718) who married Francois Bourg (1644-1684), a son of Antoinette Landry and Antoine Bourg.  Marguerite and Francois had a son named Alexandre Bourg (1671-1760).  I’m sure when little Alexandre was a child, Michelle would remind him that she was the younger grandmother.  She might have said something like, “Your other grandmother was born in 1618.  I wasn’t born until two years later!”  It’s funny how two years can seem like a lot at certain ages in your life.

1695 signature of Alexandre Bourg

Alexandre probably wasn’t too concerned with the ages of his grandmothers.  He grew up and married Marguerite Melanson (1676-1744).  They had fifteen children together.  He was a judge and a notary, so he was educated.  Just being able to write his name was enough to put him a step ahead of many of his fellow citizens of Acadie.  He was well-respected and worked with both the English and the French during the turmoils that occurred between the countries during his life.  That didn’t protect him during the Grand Derangement when he had to flee his home when he was in his eighties.

I descend from Alexandre and Marguerite’s daughter Marie Marguerite Bourg (1701-1767) and her husband Jean Babin (1689-1755 or so).  They were the parents of Marie Magdelena Babin (1725-1814).   These two generations were also greatly affected by the Grand Derangement.  Marguerite and Jean were sent out in Exile somewhere.  Jean died at some point, but Marguerite ended up eventually in Louisiana.  She was reunited with daughter Magdelena Babin and her family, which included her husband Augustin Landry (1719-1781) and son Joseph Ignatius Landry (1753-1806).  They were the ones that brought our Landry line to Louisiana in 1767.

Joseph Ignatius Landry married Scholastique Breaux (1751-1785) in 1776.  Joseph and Scholastique had one daughter and four sons.  I descend from their son Joseph Emmanuel Landry (1781-1854).   His daughters are ancestors of my Leveque and Bujol cousins.  After Scholastique died in 1785, Joseph Ignatius remarried to Olive Elizabeth Braud (1769-1819).  They had six sons together.  I also descend from two of these – Narcisse (1796-1876) and Elie Onezime (1800-1837).  Elie Onezime’s daughter Marie Emma brought about all of the Patureau cousins I have out there.

I descend from Narcisse the most directly through his youngest son Simon Alcide Joseph Landry (1845-1917).  Alcide was the father of Robert Joseph Landry, Sr.  He was married to Germaine Erie Patureau and they were the parents of my dad Bob Landry.  So there you have it.  The connection to me all the way down from Michelle Aucoin born around January 29, 1620 in LaRochelle, France.  My what a long 405-year journey that was!

 

Rob Landry (Pee Paw) in 1919

Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry, Sr. in 1919 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

This is not the photo that I wanted to post tonight.  I was looking for something on my phone earlier today and came across a photo that I didn’t remember ever seeing before.  It was a pretty blurry photo, but it was from around 1915 or so.  It was of my paternal grandfather Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry with what looked like a group of his baseball friends/teammates.  It had a very pleasant look to the smile on his face, and everyone looked relaxed like they were having a good time.  I kept looking for the photo I was originally looking for, but in the back of my mind I decided that the photo I had seen would make a good one for tonight’s post.

So later at home I decided to start working on this post.  I got my phone out and started looking through my photos.  I was sure that it was taken in June 2024 when the Landry cousins got together for one of the funerals we had last year.  But I can not find that photo that I discovered earlier.  Was I dreaming when I saw that or did my mind just go astray?  It was a prince of a photo and now it’s just gone away!  (I’m humming now.)

But in the meantime, I noticed this old photo of Pee Paw looking kind of cool.  Of course I really should be calling him Rob since he was so young at the time.  This photo is from the years before he was married.  I’m estimating that it was taken around 1919 in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  Robert Joseph “Rob” Landry was born on January 9, 1893, in Westlake, Louisiana, to Simon Alcide Joseph Landry and Marie Celeste Leveque Landry.  He was the tenth and last child of the couple.  He did have a young niece named Manette by his older brother Sebastien who like a sister to him.  I was looking for a photo of her earlier when the mystery photo appeared. 

So Rob was around 26 years old at the time of this photo.  For some time during his twenties, he was a semi-professional baseball player.  He went off to military training in Virginia during the latter part of World War I.  He found a few other baseball enthusiasts while he was there.  I have photos to prove it.  He was never deployed and was honorably discharged due to the ending of the war and some damage to his hearing.

He looks so at ease in this photo.  Cool and relaxed.  He has somewhat of a sneer on his face like he might have been ready to start singing a song.  Not like Prince, more like Elvis Presley.  There is another photo of him from a few years earlier where he was singing.  I don’t usually think of my ancestors as young and going out to have a good time, but maybe he was getting ready to party like it was 1919.

Easter in Jennings in 1964

Bucklin cousins in Jennings in 1964 for Easter.I’m sure some of you recognize this old Easter photo.  I actually posted it ten years ago on Facebook (April 2015).  That was a few months before I started doing the weekly blog that I now do every Thursday.  This time it looks a bit different.  I decided to edit it a bit.  People do that on Facebook all the time.  There’s an editing group that people post photos to with various requests.  Usually, when they request to remove people, I think that they’re making a fake photo.  Revisionist history.  Misleading people.

And that’s exactly what I’m doing right now!  I never liked the fact that one of our old neighbors was in the center of the photo and Jamie was off to the right by herself.  The grouping was all wrong.  I’ve thought of editing it previously, but I’ve always resisted before.  But not today!  Today Jamie has had some slight editing and has joined the group.  Sure, you can’t see her shoes, but the photo now looks so much more balanced.  It tells the story better, because the story is about cousins getting together for the holidays.

The photo was taken on March 29, 1964, in Jennings, Louisiana.  That was the date for Easter that year.   We were living just north of Interstate 10 in a two-story house that we were renting.  I always thought that we rented from a Mr. Sonnier.  I remember him stopping by the house sometimes in an old pickup truck.  (Al cut his finger on something in the back of that truck once.  Ask him to see the scar next time you see him.)  But Mama said in her memory book that it was the old Dupre house.  I’ve shared photos of that old house before.

I know it was at that house, because you can see the big barn behind us.  That barn was behind the old two-story house.  It was a red barn with rusty tin sides.  We used to rub our hands on the doors and our hands would turn red.  We also liked to peek inside because there was a small airplane in there.  It was just the skeleton of the plane.  It looked like it wasn’t quite finished being made yet.  But I don’t remember anyone working on it or anything.  Uncle Austin was away in the military and he was the only one we knew that could have done such a thing.

My family consisted of my mom and dad – Robert Joseph Landry, Jr. and Betty Lou Bucklin Landry – Bob and Betty, and us six kids – Jodie, Rob, Karen, Al, Van (me), and Jamie.  We moved to that house from Lake Charles in 1963 and were only there for about two years.  But there were so many memories from those times – wasps in the sand pit, running along the canal next to the property, witnessing human trafficking, watching the military convoys pass by, making powder puffs from thistles, riding the murderous horses in the fields, etc.  It was a great place to live.

There are a few other photos from that day.  I think we went to church first, and I think that the Pilchers went along with us.  The Pilchers are connected to us because the mom was my mom’s older sister Sylvia Bucklin Pilcher.  They lived in Lafayette, Louisiana.  Sylvia was married to Ronald Pilcher, and they had five children – Larry, Paul, Toni, Lynn, and Kevin.  Mama and Aunt Sylvia grew up Methodist.  They both married a Catholic man and converted to Catholicism.  Mama always claimed that she and her sister were each other’s godmother.  

So this photo is a photo of a large part of the Bucklin cousins at the time.  Betty and Sylvia had two younger sisters named Alma and Loris.  Alma and her then husband Chuck Seal only had one child at the time (Rhonda, later to be joined by sister Charla).  Loris and her then husband Ernest Woolley had three sons (Brent, Keith, and Glen).  The four Bucklin girls had a younger brother Austin who would later marry Margaret New.  They would have four children – John, Dale, Anita, and Mary.  I wish this photo had included all of the cousins that had been born at the time.  I don’t know how it came about that there were just these two families.

The photo just has the children of Sylvia and Betty Lou.  From left to right we have Lynn, Karen, Toni, Al, Van, Jodie (in front), Jamie, Rob, Kevin, Paul, and Larry.  What a group!  Most of us are looking at the camera.  Lynn and Karen are not.  They look very preoccupied with seeing what Karen has gathered in her Easter basket.  Obviously, there was some egg hunting going on that day.  There may have been some egg pocking going on as well.  We always had to see whose egg was the strongest!

I can’t let this Easter post end without sharing a poem my mom wrote years ago.  Sure, I shared the poem ten years ago when I shared the original photo.  But the poem was written more like fifty years ago.  Back then the poem was only four lines long.  I added two lines in the middle ten years ago to finish it up.  I call it “Betty Lou’s Easter Poem.”  Here it is:

 

That crummy, dummy Easter Bunny left no eggs for me.

That crummy, dummy Easter Bunny hopped right by with glee.

I tracked him to my neighbor’s house and stood outside his door,

and when I saw that Bunny head, I knocked it to the floor.

I tied up all his whiskers and macraméd his ears.

I sat down in my rocking chair and drank three beers.

 

Happy Easter everyone!

 

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