Maman Emma Was a Beauty

I know I have been posting a lot of things about the Patureau family recently, but sometimes information comes to me from one family group more than from others.  And it seems lately that most of it has been Patureau related.  The main thing was the nice collection of Patureau information that was started by Victorine Patureau Cropper in the late 1800s and was continued by her daughter Kitty Cropper Rush until her death in 1997.  Kitty’s daughter inherited the information and decided to ensure that it was preserved by donating it to the Tyrrell Historical Library.  I called this Patureau cousin last week to thank her for making sure the information was taken care of and available for viewing by all of us cousins.

Marie Emma Landry Patureau circa 1864. I believe this photo was taken in New Orleans, Louisiana, at the photographic studio of A. Constant. The original photo is the Tyrrell Historical Library Pierre Ferdinand Patureau Collection (AC-824) in Beaumont, Texas. The photo edit is by Van Landry.

The photo that I’m sharing this week comes from that collection.  It is a crop of Emma Landry Patureau from a larger Patureau family portrait from around 1864.  The original photo was the photo that I was most excited to see when I went through the THLPFP Collection.  The only copy I had before was a Xerox copy from 20 or 30 years ago.  I didn’t even know if the original photo still existed.  So when I saw the original in the collection, I was elated.  There are actually two copies of the same sitting, though one of them was bigger and better than the other.  That’s what I used for this edit.

My father was Bob Landry.  His mother was Germaine Erie Patureau.  Her parents were Vincent Maximilian Patureau (Grampa Max) and Marie Therese Landry.  Grampa Max was the son of Ferdinand Pierre Patureau and Marie Emma Landry.  So Ferdinand and Emma were my great great grandparents.  I am only one of several hundred people who can make that claim.  There are a lot of Patureau family members out there!

But I’m going to talk about the Landry side of the family since the photo is of Emma.  The photo actually had a Landry reference written on the back of it.  Besides having the information of the photographic studio, it also had the words “Pour Mme. Sosthene” written on it.  They were French after all.  Ferdinand and his parents immigrated from La Roche Chalais, France, which was in the Dordogne department.  Emma was mostly from Acadian ancestors.  They also spoke French, but more likely a Cajun French from the south Louisiana area.  So you end up with “For Mrs. Sosthene” when you translate the writing on the reverse of the photo.

Reverse side of 1864 photo.

That may not tell you that it was a Landry reference, but it was a clue for me.  Emma was the daughter of Elie Onezime Landry and Jeanne Zerbine Dupuy.  They had a son before her, but when she was born in November of 1829, he had recently died or would soon die.  All I know is that little Leon Landry was born in 1826 and he died around 1829.  Onezime and Zerbine had another daughter in 1831 and she was named Henriette Zulma Landry.  She was named after her French grandmother Henriette Serrette Dupuy.  I’ve written about Henriette and her husband Magloire before.

It looks like all of my Landry families moved from St. Gabriel, Louisiana, to Brusly sometime around the 1820s or 30s.  Emma was born in St. Gabriel and her sister Zulma was born in Brusly.  Their Uncle Narcisse (Landry) and Aunt Marie Carmelite were in Brusly in 1820 and that’s where their youngest sons (my ancestors) Trasimond and Alcide were born.  Uncle Manuel (Landry) and Aunt Celeste were also in Brusly in 1820 and their youngest daughters (my ancestors) Anna Adele and Marguerite Basalite were born there.  So Emma, Zulma, and their younger siblings would have grown up around their Landry cousins in Brusly.

Emma got married to Ferdinand on February 10, 1847.  By the time that Zulma got married in 1853, Emma had already given birth to Elizabeth Zulma, Marie Aline, and Louis Leobon.  I’m not exactly sure where those first children were born.  Everything that I’ve read says that they were born in Brusly.  No mention of any other place the family lived until they moved to Plaquemine in the 1850s.  But the US Census shows the Patureau family living in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, in 1850.  It looks like other researchers missed this little bit of information.  It is understandable.  They are listed as a F. Paturo who was from France, along with the wife Emma who was born in Louisiana.  Their first two daughters are listed as Elizabeth and Ellen.  I’m sure it is them.

Letter from Zulma to her sister Emma

I haven’t found Zulma Landry in the 1850 Census.  I need to find that to clarify some confusion about the family.  It doesn’t help that Elie Onezime Landry had an older brother named Elie. I know that Emma’s sister goes by the name Zulma because that’s how she signs a letter that she wrote to Emma in 1851.  She mentions Zulma (Patureau), Aline, and Leobon by name and encourages them to be reasonable or well-behaved and not to give their maman and papa any trouble. She signs off in French with “your sister, Zulma.”   

In a later letter, she signs it with a “Zulma A.” That’s because she was married and her husband’s last name was Aillet.  When Emma had a photo made of herself with Ferdinand and the kids in 1864, of course she wanted to send a copy of it to her sister.   For some reason she didn’t write “Pour ma soeur” or “Pour Zulma A.” or even “Pour Mme. Aillet.”  No, she decided to go with Zulma’s husband’s first name Sosthene.  So there it is!  Her sister Zulma was Mme Sosthene.

Earlier version of the 1864 photo. This is the best edit I could do with that one.

A Boy Scout, A Ukulele, and a Rattan Couch

Jamie, Jodie, Al, Karen, Van, and Rob Landry circa November 1966 in Jennings, Louisiana.

I went looking for a photo that related to Thanksgiving, and this is what I came  up with.  I don’t think it is from a Thanksgiving, but the estimated date for it is November 1966. So it’s kinda close to the time of Thanksgiving from 55 years ago.  And since I’m always thankful for the large family that I grew up in, I thought it was appropriate.  Plus it’s just a good photo of us kids back in the day. 

So this is me and my siblings at our family home at 758 Lucy Street in Jennings, Louisiana.  From left to right is Jamie, Jodie, Al, Karen, Me (Van), and Rob Landry.  Our parents were Bob and Betty Landry.  We’re sitting in the den of the house.  I know that because it has paneling on the wall and I think it was the only room in the house with paneling until a few years later.  Plus it has the rattan couch that we are sitting on.  That couch was in the den against the east wall until we got the pool table at a later date. 

The other thing that brings back memories is the Boy Scout uniform that my brother Rob is wearing.  I remember that he went to a place called Camp Edgewood with the Scouts.  It is somewhere between DeQuincy and Ragley, Louisiana.  I remember the whole family riding in the famous Country Squire station wagon to go pick him up.  My dad was driving, of course, but the memorable part of it was that it was misty and chilly outside and the windshield was fogging up.  He and someone else – my mom, I think, who doesn’t like fooling with buttons and such – were trying to get it to clear up.  Nothing worked and my dad eventually ended up rolling down the side window and sticking his head out to see where we were going.  It seemed a bit concerning at the time, but seems funny now.

The uniform also reminds me of going to pick out Christmas trees after Thanksgiving.  I think the scoutmaster was Arthur Sneed.  At least he is the person that I think about when I think about getting Christmas trees back in the 60s in Jennings.  The Boy Scouts were somehow connected to providing Christmas trees.  He and my dad would always chat and have a good laugh.  I would sometimes wonder why he didn’t laugh that way around us.  I recently went to a funeral for a classmate who was from the Sneed family.  One of the first things I noticed were all of the people that had on Scout uniforms.  The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree – for the Sneed family and the Landry family.  There is something reassuring about that.

Landry family get together in Galveston, Texas, November 2021.

For the Landry family I am referring to the ukulele seen in this photo.  My youngest sister Jamie is playing the uke in this photo.  We all learned how to play the ukulele and/or the guitar and a band instrument when we were growing up.  What do you expect?  Our dad was a band director!  The family recently got together in Texas for the marriage of her youngest daughter.  And of course, we had our ukuleles and guitars to play.  Al had gifted me a ukulele for my birthday a few weeks ago (thanks again!) and encouraged me to bring it.  So there was some singing and playing going on at our get together. 

We also played some card games.  It was more enjoyable to me than usual.  Not just because I won – that helped.  It was also because there wasn’t much arguing over rules.  Someone listening from the outside might not have noticed much difference.  We can get rather loud when we are playing games!  Our family has a habit of talking over each other at times, and when we play games it is even more pronounced.   I love it!  And I’m thankful for it.

I hope you are able to find things to be thankful for.  Happy Thanksgiving 2021!

Patureau Family History Cache

THLPFP Collection Box 3 includes a photo album of old Patureau family. This is the cover of the album.

A couple of months ago I found out about a collection of Patureau family memorabilia that had been donated to a library in Beaumont, Texas.  (Thanks, Dana P. for the heads up.)  What?  I thought.  Why would someone donate family history information to a library when there are so many Patureau family members out there with an interest in family history?  The online information about the Pierre Ferdinand Patureau Papers at the Tyrrell Historical Library showed that it included old photos, French documents, death notices, correspondence, and much more.  Old photos?  I want old photos!  And there were a few old Patureau family photos that I have been on the lookout for.

So I decided to add a stop in Beaumont to view this collection after a visit with family in Galveston last weekend.  After two delays from Covid, my niece was having family get together for renewal of her vows.  We had a great time getting together after being apart for so long.  I even got to meet three of my newest family members – Max, Kate, and Jacob.  The family keeps growing!  So, once the weekend was over, I stopped in Beaumont on the way home to see what this Patureau collection was all about.

THLPFP Collection Box 3 includes a cigar box.

Now, my line of the family has been collecting Patureau information for a few generations.  It started with my grandmother Erie Patureau Landry.  Like I said a few weeks ago, I once thought she was one of the main persons that were exploring the Patureau line.  I found out that were several people who have shown interest in the Patureau family through the years.  And now I think that it is impossible for anyone to have more Patureau information than what is in the collection at the Tyrrell Historical Library for Pierre Ferdinand Patureau (ID number AC-824).  Let’s call it the THLPFP Collection.  It will be the source of many a Patureau posts in the future.

It is overwhelming.  There are six boxes of items.  I went directly to Box 3 because it had a photo album in it.  Of course that would be the first one I would go to!  I was not disappointed.  I found the original photo of my great great grandfather Ferdinand Pierre Patureau (son of Pierre Ferdinand) that I had a copy of.  I also found a photo of his wife Marie Emma Landry Patureau that I had never seen before.  I’m not sharing those photos now, because I need to clean them up a bit and see if any modern day magic can improve them.  I am posting a picture of the cover of the album.  The other thing in Box 3 was a cigar box.  I’m not sure what the significance of the cigar box is.   I’ve heard stories of very small babies born into the family and the baby was kept in a cigar box.  None of those stories were associated with the Patureau family.

THLPFP Collection Box 5 also had a photo album. This is the cover.

The next box I looked into was Box 5.  It included prayer books and another photo album.  This album had several really old family photos.  Many of them were tintypes.  It is a shame that many of them were not identified.  But some of them were.  I found an unidentified photo that I thought was my great grandfather Vincent Maximilian Patureau (Grampa Max) wearing some type of military or band uniform.  I had never seen the photo before and wasn’t sure it was him.  There were several prayer books in this box.  I think most of them belonged to Victorine Patureau Cropper.  She was Grampa Max’s youngest sister.  She is the one that started this amazing collection.

But the most exciting thing I found was the original photo of Ferdinand Pierre Patureau and Marie Emma Landry Patureau with their family from around 1864.  I shared a pitiful copy of the photo back in 2018 when cousin Melwyn died.  It was the only copy I had back then, but it’s the oldest photo of the Patureau family that I know of.  I can’t wait to share this photo once I have cleaned it up.

Signature of Pierre Patureau from his 1856 passport.

The next box of goodies that I looked into was Box 6.  It is an oversized box that included a few large photos in it.  They were all of the old portrait of Ferdinand Patureau.  He died in 1877 at the age of 51, so the photo was at some point before then.  The box also had the original passports of Pierre Patureau from 1840 and 1856.  There is also a document from 1863 for Ferdinand Patureau that came from Cuba.  I’m not sure what it is.  There are a few pieces of sheet music, some newspaper clippings, a Cropper family tree, and a few letters in there as well.

THLPFP Collection Box 4 included some letters from Ferdinand to Emma.

I looked at Box 4 next.  It had a ledger from 1866 that Ferdinand Patureau used to keep track of his sawmill business.  It’s interesting to see some of the history of their business, but what was even better were some of the letters that were pressed between the pages.  The letters are undated, but many of them are from Ferdinand to Emma.  Most of them end with him telling her, “I  embrace you with all my heart.”  So sweet!  I’m posting one of the short notes he wrote.  I’m not sure what it says, so I could be taking a risk.  I hope it isn’t too scandalous!  Beside the ledger, it has an order book from 1905 and a trial balance book from 1930.  You can see that they were later used to hold newspaper clippings and to write down some family history information.  The letters were the best.

Death notice from my great great grandfather Narcisse Landry from 1876 in Brusly, Louisiana.

Box 2 has lots of family documents in it: Cropper family photos, Crixell family photos, copies of the Emma Landry Patureau photo, a new photo of Ferdinand that I’ve never seen before, a Mexican passport for Ferdinand in 1865, and various other papers.  I had been looking through this information for over 2 hours or so when I got to these last two folders.  I was rushing furiously through them taking photos.  I really didn’t have time to see much of the details on all of the things I photographed.  I saved that for later.  I finally made it to the last box, which just happened to be Box 1.

Box 1 had an assortment of family history information that had been collected by Patureau family members through the years.  I already had some of it.  I even saw my name in a list of some descendants!  Then there were more letters written in French in folder after folder.  I didn’t have time to photograph them.  And really, when am I ever going to have time to read those??  I’d have to get them translated before I could even do that.  I already have copies of letters that I’ve never gotten translated.  So I skipped over several folders and looked through the death notices.  The collection had one for Pierre Patureau, which I had never seen before.  It also had one for Narcisse Landry, which I have seen before – twice.  It’s amazing that I’ve seen three copies of that same document from 1876. 

Graduation card for my great grandfather V. M. Patureau. I wonder what this was for? Circa 1885 in Plaquemine, Louisiana.

In Box 1 there was a folder of postcards that I almost passed over.  I decided to skim through them and boy am I glad I did.  In among these generic postcards was a card that looked like a graduation card or some such thing.   The name on the card was V. M. Patureau.  It was for Grampa Max!  But not only that, it had a small photo that matched the one I saw earlier that I had suspected was him.  I was correct.  Now I want to know what this card was for.  Any suggestions.

Before I saw this collection, I was a little miffed that someone gave all of this wonderful stuff to a library when they could have left it with someone who was really interested in the Patureau family – like me!  But now that I’ve seen how extensive the collection is, I’ve changed my mind.  I think it is probably in the best place for it.  Sure, I would like for it to be a little closer to Plaquemine, Louisiana, where the Patureau family first settled.  But there are a lot of Patureau family members who live in Texas as well.  And I really wouldn’t want to take care of all of those important documents.  I think there are plans for the library to digitize the collection at some point, so that would be even better.  If that happens, we can all see the whole collection from our homes at a leisurely pace.

That’s a good thing.  I think my back is still a little sore from standing over those items for three hours taking photos at just the right angle with just the right amount of light.  It was worth the trouble.  I still may have to revisit it at some point.

Bucklin Burials: Part 2

Van Landry (author) with the grave of his great great grandfather James A. Bucklin in the Raymond Methodist Cemetery on Nov. 6, 2021.

This is Part 2 of a post that I wrote two years ago.  I wrote that one because I had acquired a photo of my great grandfather’s (Louis Charles Bucklin’s) burial at Raymond Methodist Cemetery in Raymond, Louisiana.  It also showed the original look of his father James A. Bucklin’s grave.  In the selfie I took with that grave this past weekend, there is no obelisk sitting on top of the base.

But that’s not why I was there this weekend.  I was attending the funeral of my mom’s first cousin Ray Bucklin.  Besides being family, he and I shared an interest in genealogy and family history.  I suppose that’s why he was buried at this cemetery.  Even though he had lived in Florida for many years, he was buried at the old family grave site.  He is probably the last of four generations of Bucklins to be buried at that graveyard.

There may be other relatives buried in that graveyard in the future, but it’s likely that he will be the last family member with the Bucklin last name buried there.  His father Herbert Bucklin is buried there, as is his grandfather Louis Charles Bucklin (our common ancestor).  Louis’s father James A. Bucklin was the first Bucklin family member buried there.  He brought his family down to Louisiana in 1884 from Massachusetts.

James Bucklin actually had three sons, but only his son Louis has descendants at this point.  Louis had nine sons, but only three of them had a son.  Herbert was the father of Ray and Ray did not have any children.  Robert, Sr. had a son named Robert, Jr.  He had a daughter, so the Bucklin name did not carry on.  My grandfather Fred had a son.  Austin is still with us and he has grandsons with the Bucklin name, but they are not connected to the Raymond area.

Family members of Ray Bucklin at his gravesite on Nov. 6, 2021, at Raymond Methodist Cemetery in Raymond, Louisiana.

So the family that came to pay respects to Ray are like me.  We’re part of the Bucklin family, but we don’t have the last name Bucklin.  We took a photo at the grave site and that is the picture I’m sharing today.  I warned them beforehand, so I guess that means that I have their permission to do so. 

I’ll name people by how they connect to the children of our common ancestor Louis C. Bucklin.  In the front row is the surviving family of Herbert Bucklin.  From the left is his son-in-law Joseph Connors III, the husband of Louise Bucklin Connors.  She is sitting next to him.  Next to her are their sons Joseph and John Connors. 

On the back row are the cousins.  First up on the left is me, Van Landry.  I am the son of Betty Lou Bucklin Landry and the grandson of Fred Bucklin.  Next is Kristi Jackson Davidson.  She is the daughter of Jeannette Bucklin Jackson and the granddaughter of Roy Bucklin.  To the right of her is Charles Bruchhaus, son of Harley Bruchhaus and grandson of Ruth Bucklin Bruchhaus.  Directly behind Louise is Carol Taylor Fraser.  She is the daugther of Helen Bucklin Taylor and the granddaughter of Ralph Bucklin. 

The next four people are first cousins of Ray and Louise.  First we have a female cousin on the Koll side of the family.  Sorry, I can’t remember her name even though she nicely introduced herself.  Second is Doris Bucklin Lawson.  She is the younger daughter of Roy Bucklin.  That would make her Kristi’s aunt.  Third is a male cousin on the Koll side of the family.  Again, I can’t remember his name.  And fourth is Arlene Keys Ware.  She is the daughter of Edna Bucklin Keys.  She is related to my mom on both sides of the family through the Bucklin and Keys families.  The person on the far right in the back is Lauren Bruchhaus Fruge (not Foley!  I said it incorrectly a few times.  Sorry!)  She is the daughter of Laurence Bruchhaus and the granddaughter of Ruth Bucklin Bruchhaus.  That would make her Charles’s first cousin.

It was good getting together with cousins to remember Ray.    Some of my mom’s Phenice first cousins were at the Methodist Church Annex after the grave site visit because they were helping to prepare the food for lunch afterward.  It was good to see them, also.  With this group of cousins, the common family background and DNA was noticeable.  Certain phrases, smiles, and mannerisms among them reminded me of my mom.  She was a part of all of our lives.

Since today is Veteran’s day, I would like to thank all of those who have served our country in the military.  Ray Bucklin was one of those.  He served in the Air Force.   Hat’s off to him.

Samuel Phenice’s Civil War Record

It seems like I write a post about my great great grandfather’s Civil War experiences every two years.  This is the third one I have written about it.  (See  A Witness at Ford’s Theatre from 2017 and Eating Tacks in the Civil War from 2019.)  Of course I mention the fact that he was in the Civil War more frequently.  Besides sharing a document about my ancestor Samuel Charles Phenice from the War Department, I’m sharing a photo of him.  The document has a date of December 18, 1890, but the photo didn’t come with a date.  I’m guessing that it is from around 1935.

Samuel Charles Phenice in Almena, Kansas, circa 1935.

I’m sharing the photo of Charles first, because most people are more interested in people photos that old musty documents.  Fortunately for you, I will share both of them.  I find the musty old documents interesting, too.  The photo is not the best photo I have of him, but I still like it.  It comes from a photo of him with two of his daughters and a son-in-law by way of the Lincoln Collection (thank you, Mona!).  The photo is a bit distorted, especially of the other people in the photo.  Maybe I’ll get a bet version of it some day.

From the approximate ages of the people in the photo, I estimated it to be taken around 1935.  Samuel was born in 1844 in Mercer County, Pennsylvania.  That would make him around 90 years old in this photo.  He lived to the ripe old age of 95.  Not too bad for a guy that was shot and could have died during the Civil War when he was just 20 years old.  It was sometime around 1935 that he went to live with his daughter Myrtle.  Not his granddaughter Myrtle who was my grandmother.  Her name was Myrtle Phenice Bucklin.  Charles’s daughter was Myrtle Phenice Cozad.

That Myrtle lived in Almena, Kansas, but it’s not like Charles moved far away to live with his daughter.  He lived by himself in Precept, Nebraska, which is near the southern border of Nebraska.  Kansas is on the other side of that border and the first town you come to is Almena in Norton County.  It’s only about 10 to 15 miles away.  It’s out in the middle of nowhere with fields surrounding you as far as the eye can see.  So this photo was taken somewhere in that area.  In 1936, he was one of only two surviving veterans of the Civil War in Norton County, Kansas.

Dec. 18, 1890, document from the War Department for Samuel Phenice.

Though he was known as a Civil War Veteran for 70 years at that time, he only served for a short few months.  That’s because he was injured in the Battle of the Wilderness on May 5, 1864.  This document shows the exact dates of when he was injured and the hospitals he was admitted to.  He was a private in Company F of  the 57th Pennsylvania Volunteers.  He mustered in at New Brighton on Feb. 12, 1864.  Following that:

May 5 – received severe flesh wound to the thigh

May 24 – entered Carver General Hospital in Washington, DC, with gunshot wound

May 31 – transferred to Haddington in West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

June 16/17 – entered General Hospital in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania

October 8 – transferred to Invalids Corps

It doesn’t mention it in this document, but other sources show that he was in a field hospital between receiving the injury and entering Carver G. H. in Washington.  During that time it was taken over by Confederate forces and was unable to get adequate treatment.  He suffered from severe hunger and gangrene.  I’m not sure how long he was under medical care between the June and October dates.  I’ve also seen something that showed that he suffered from that injury most of his life.  It didn’t keep him from farming and homesteading in Nebraska.  He seemed to have an active life.

I’ll leave you with one of the many articles about Charles that I have found.  It concerns his activity while in the Invalid Corps.  He was assigned to Ford’s Theatre in Washington, DC.  and was there on the night of April 14, 1865.  Cue the curtain to rise for the performance of “Our American Cousin.”

Sioux City Journal on Feb. 21, 1938.

 

 

Passionate for Patureau

I’ve been thinking about Patureau history this week, so I think it is appropriate to write about that line of my family this week.  It’s interesting that there have been a lot of family members who have been passionate about Patureau family history through the years.  When I was growing up, I knew about my grandmother being a Patureau and looking into family history.  Later on, I’d hear my dad talking family history and would refer to the Patureau Family Records.

In his papers about the family, those records were abbreviated as PFR.  I think they were mainly records that were gathered by my Mee Maw (Germaine Erie Patureau) and her sister Zita – Aint Zita to the family.  Or was it Aint Lorena?  (I just looked it up.  It was Aunt Lorena.)  It wasn’t until 2019 that I realized how much she had collected.  It must have been divided up in 1973 when Mee Maw died (her sister Lorena died in 1972).  But the cousins brought some of it back together and I took photos of them and have shared them on different blog posts.  The most recent thing I’ve shared was the death notice of Emma Landry Patureau, who was the wife of Ferdinand Patureau.  They were the forebears of all of the Patureau family in southern Louisiana.

I erroneously thought that she was the only one that was doing that kind of research in the Patureau family.  I’ve discovered quite a few more.  I suppose I’ll first mention those in my line – the line of Vincent Maximilian Patureau.  After Mee Maw and Lorena, there would be cousin Sis.  She is the daughter of their sister Marie Therese Patureau Schafer.  She has collected a lot of Patureau information through the years and has graciously shared it with me.  Two of the daughters of Sylvie Patureau – Melwyn and Patricia – were also interested in Patureau family history and lived in Plaquemine where the Patureau family first settled in the US.  Then there is Syvie’s son Rhett’s son Wade who has spent much time exploring the family history.  And then there’s me.

But it wasn’t just in our line.  Going back to Grampa Max’s generation, there was his younger sister Victorine Patureau Cropper (called “Aunt Beb” or “Aunt Vic” by family) who settled in Beaumont.  I just recently found out that she started collecting family history information back in the 1890s and continued until her death in 1937.  It was passed on to her daughter Kitty Rush.  Somehow, some or all of her research is now at a library in Beaumont, Texas.  I’d like to see that someday.  Max’s sister Eliza had a son named Joseph Lawrence Dupuy and I’ve heard that he also was into Patureau genealogy.  Then there is Gary G. who is a grandson of Max’s brother Abel.  He has a family tree online that was very helpful when I first started looking at Patureau history more intensely.  He has a cousin named Suzi who also shares the passion for Patureau information.

And then there is the Leobon Patureau line.  His granddaughter Linda Cansler was instrumental in bringing together Patureau cousins in the 1990s for Patureau reunions at the home of Pat and Lora Patureau.  Linda collected lots of information and photos and I heard that she was going to write a book about the family.  I don’t think that happened and I recently found out that she passed away in 2019.  I don’t know how I missed hearing about her death.  I thought I was keeping up with the goings on of the Patureau family.  Obviously I do not know it all.  I know that Misty and Dana in that family line are interested in family history, but there could be many more.  There are so many cousins out there!

In the generation before Max and his siblings, there was his father Ferdinand and Ferdinand’s sister Anne Victorine Patureau Laulom.  Max went to visit these cousins in the Brownsville and Corpus Christie areas, but for the most part the families have lost touch.  I have found a couple of them who are interested in the Patureau family history.  I don’t think there is as much of a connection to the Patureau name after so many generations without the surname present. 

Death record for Marie Sicaud, wife of Antoine Patureau in 1794 in Palluau, France.

And now I’m taking you back a few generations to the family of Pierre Patureau’s grandparents.  Pierre was born in 1800 in La Roche Chalais, France, and immigrated to the United States with his family in 1840.  He died in 1860 and was buried in Plaquemine, Louisiana.  His father was Leobon Patureau (1768-1851), who was the son of Antoine Patureau and Marie Sicaud. 

Antoine and Marie were married Nov. 3, 1767, in Palluaud, France.  I posted their wedding record before.  It shows that Antoine was a surgeon at the time.  Nine months later Leobon was born.  That seems to be a tradition with the Patureau family.  Leobon was the first of at least eight children for Antoine and Marie.  Three of those children died as infants.

We know that Leobon has many descendants.  I know of at least a thousand from his grandson Pierre.  I would be surprised if any of his siblings had more than that.  But I do know that the next child after Leobon also has descendants.  His name was Francois Patureau Laborie (1769-1840).  The reason I know that is that one of his descendants (Nellie who lives in France) has a blog that she writes and sometimes she writes about her Patureau line.   She is a sixth cousin or so and she is interested in Patureau ancestry.  La passion!

Another interesting fact about this family is that the son Pierre Patureau (1774-1827) fought under Napoleon at the beginning of the 19th Century.  He took part in the Battle in Castel-Nuovo, Znaim, in 1809.  He was injured in both of his legs at some point and in 1814 he was awarded the Legion of Honor award.   Leobon must have been fond of his brother because he named his son after him.

One of the reasons for this post was that I just found the death record for Marie Sicaud from 1794.  She was only 64 when she died and her youngest children were just teenagers at the time.  Her son Leobon had gotten married to Jeanne Lanson in 1787 and started a family a year later.  Since Pierre was born in 1800, he never knew his Patureau grandmother.  Antoine died in 1802, so Pierre probably didn’t have any memory of him.  His Lanson grandparents had died in the 1780s, so he didn’t know them either.  He didn’t even have photos of them to see what they had looked like.  When I discover things like that, it makes me appreciate the time that I had with my own grandparents. 

So now we can return to modern day America.  But don’t forget about those we visited in the past.  You might want to think about Antoine and Marie next Wednesday.  November 3, 2021, will be the 254th anniversary of their marriage.  Oh, how the years go by.

Betty Lou in Grade Two

Betty Lou Bucklin in 1940 in Hathaway, Louisiana.

Here is a photo of my mom from 1940.  It is the second grade school photo from the 1940-41 school year when Betty Lou Bucklin was a student at Hathaway High School.  Was it called Hathaway High School even though you were going there in the second grade?  That just sounds weird.  But I’ve never heard it called anything but Hathaway High School.

I like this photo of her, but I always wonder why she wasn’t smiling.  She was halfway smiling in her first grade photo.  Now that I say that, I realize the same thing about my own first and second grade photos.  I was smiling in the first grade and not in the second.  I never really wondered why I wasn’t smiling, even though I have no idea why.  Is second grade a difficult year for people?  But then again, my mom wasn’t smiling in her photos for the next few school years .  Lately I haven’t minded, because they work much better for animated photos that freak people out.

My mom was a blond back then, as were her younger sisters.  I think she got that from the Hine line of her family.  Her father was Fred Bucklin.  Fred was the son of Addie May Hine.  The photos of Grandpa when he was a child showed that he had the blond hair as a child also.  He would have been called towheaded. Like most towheaded children, their hair darkens as they get older.  In other photos that I’ve posted, you can see that the trait was common with his Hine cousins as well.

When you look at old photos of Addie, you can see that her brothers had light hair as children and it got darker as they got older.  So I say that the trait has been passed down by the Hine line of the family.  But I guess it might have come from the Stanbrough side.  Addie’s parents were George Hine and Sue Stanbrough.  I only have photos of them as adults and I don’t have many photos of their siblings.  But I still tend to think that the trait came from our German Hine line.

Even though her hair got darker as she got older, my mom said that her hair would lighten when she would be out in the sun.  She had brown eyes, but they weren’t dark brown.  They were light brown and when she had highlights in her hair from the sun, people used to tell her that she had golden eyes.  I have to admit that I did edit this photo and one of the things I did was to lighten her eyes.  They looked so much darker than what I remember her eyes looking like.  So I think it reflects what she really looked like back then.  I hope you like it.

Jodie in 1970 – A First Date

Jodie Landry circa 1970

I thought I’d write a story about my sister Jodie since today is her birthday.  She was born 68 years ago today, but only lived for 36 years.  When I realized that it was her birthday, I decided to write a post about her.  I then remembered this photo that I had worked on a few weeks ago.  It’s a fun photo of her from 1970 and it brings up so many memories for me.

It’s a photo of her playing the guitar in the den of our house at 758 Lucy Street in Jennings, Louisiana.  The guitar was my dad’s and it usually would hang on the back wall next to the ukulele that you can see behind her.  She’s sitting on a rattan chair that we had back then.  On the other side of the room was a matching couch.  In the middle of the room was the pool table, which you can see the edge of in the photo.

It was around this time that things were changing in the Landry household.  Before this time, the family consisted of Bob, Betty (nee Bucklin), Jodie, Rob, Karen, Al, Van (me), and Jamie Landry.  We all lived together in a three bedroom house with one small bathroom.  Around this time we started to accept others into our circle.  Mainly I was thinking about Jodie’s boyfriend at the time.  She started dating him sometime around her junior year in high school.  I call this post “A First Date” because I remember her first date with him.  But I don’t think it was her first date ever.  Since her boyfriend at the time is still alive and I don’t have permission to identify him, I’ll just refer to him as FD (First Date).

Let me set up the scene.  Before this first date occurred with FD, there had been a thunderstorm or heavy rain in the area.  The only reason I know that is because of what happened when we had heavy rains on our street.  We had a ditch across the front of the yard and it would be full of water after a rain.  So I used to go out and play in the ditch and catch little crawfish.  I had two hard, clear plastic containers that we had gotten at Christmas time.  They were just the packaging for gyroscopes that Al and I had bought each other without the other one knowing about it.  They worked perfectly for keeping crawfish.  So I had a few crawfish in  the two containers and I left them at the end of the sidewalk at our house.  The sidewalk was from the front door to about six feet from the edge of the road.

This was on the day of the first date.  I must have known about it because Jodie was getting ready for it and we all knew what was going on in our house.  So FD came to our house to pick up Jodie.  He must have come in the house and talked to my parents.  Then he walked Jodie out of the house through the side door.  At least that’s what I picture now.  And then something got into me to say something encouraging to the departing couple.  So I opened the front door, leaned out, and shouted, “Y’all kiss!”

I never really knew what Jodie or FD thought about this.  I’m sure my sister was somewhat embarrassed that her bratty younger brother would do such a thing.  I probably thought it was funny at the time, and it still makes me laugh to this day.  Maybe it helped them break the ice if there was any ice occurring.  Funnily enough, it didn’t scare him away.  I would think it would be intimidating to meet a family of eight people who are a tight knit family that aren’t used to “intruders.”  Maybe he didn’t see it that way.  We weren’t scary people, after all.

Anyway, at the end of the first date I wasn’t there to grill them or inquire about details.  I was probably asleep in bed or something.  So I woke up the next morning and decided to go check up on my crawfish.  Can you imagine my disappointment when I discovered that they were gone?  Gone!  And the containers that they had been kept in were broken!  Why would someone do such a horrible thing to a young innocent boy in the small town of Jennings?  It was criminal!

I went and told my mom about it and she let me know that it wasn’t done maliciously.  When FD had brought Jodie home from their first date, he walked her from his car to the house on the sidewalk.  And we all know what was sitting at the end of the sidewalk – my crawfish.  He didn’t see them in the dark and stepped on them and sent my crawfish scattering.  At least that’s what I’ve always told myself.  I never looked too closely to see if there were any little carcasses from any injured crawfish trying to crawl to safety.   So the crawfish fled back to their little crawfish families and I got over the loss of their company.

So Jodie and FD started dating and I think he may have even taken this photo.  He was a guitar player and a singer, so he got along well with the rest of us.  I remember a lot of singing, fishing, and making ice cream with the family during that time.  It was the first step in the move to a wider family group.  They didn’t stay together, but it was the start of a change that led to brother-in-laws, sister-in-laws, nieces, nephews, and more.

Mee Maw and Her Cousins

Germain Erie Patureau in the center. Behind her is her sister Zita. On the left is her first cousin Joseph Earnest Cropper. On the right is Clifford Clements and I don’t know if he is a cousin. The boy sitting on the ground is a half cousin Henry Louis Landry. Photo taken in 1921.

I’ve been thinking of writing this post for about a month or so.  I was going to write it on Sept. 2, but then I changed my mind.  But this time I’m not going to let that happen.  Besides I’ve found some other information that will make the whole topic more interesting.  At least I think so.  This photo is a photo of my grandmother with some of her cousins.  Not the cousins I plan to talk about in this post, but they do represent her cousins.  I’ve used this photo before, but it’s one worth reusing.  I thought it fit with the theme.

The topic is about step-families.  Or I guess in this case it’s about about a step-grandfather, half cousins, and step cousins.  I notice that in my writings I tend to discount step-family members.  And I also have a tendency to overlook half siblings.  I’ve tried to remedy that because sometimes you can find lots of family information from everyone connected to your ancestors.  I think I do this because I grew up in a nuclear family that didn’t have a nuclear explosion.  We stayed together and I never had any step family or half siblings.

But in my paternal grandmother Mee Maw’s case, a step grandfather was the only grandfather she ever knew.  Mee Maw was born in 1895 with the name Germaine Erie Patureau given to her by her parents Vincent Maximilian Patureau and Marie Therese Landry.  Max Patureau’s father Ferdinand died in 1877 as a result of a sawmill accident.  I wrote about that in a previous post.  I recently wrote about Max’s mother dying in 1892.  Marie Therese’s father Trasimond Landry died in 1879 as a result of yellow fever.

So when Erie was born, her maternal grandmother Marie Amelie “Belite” Bujol Landry Babin was her only living grandparent.  And she had been remarried since April of 1880 to Pierre Magloire “Mack” Babin.  That’s why she was always known as Mrs. P. M. Babin.  So for all practical purposes, Mack Babin was Erie’s grandfather.  They were all very close.  In the early 1900s Max and Mack went in together as owners of a general store in Plaquemine, Louisiana.  I’ve written about that previously as well.  How did I write all of these stories and never realize the connections before?  I probably should have titled this post “Mack Babin Was Mee Maw’s Grandfather.”

June 11, 1923, The Daily Advertiser newspaper from Lafayette, Louisiana. This talks about some visitors to the V. M. Patureau household.

But the reason I didn’t call it that has to do with some things I just discovered this past weekend.  I had saved several clippings from newspapers a couple of years ago.  I was looking through some of them and came across this one.  I noticed that the first four little blurbs on the page are about the V. M. Patureau family – Grampa Max and his children.  Zita (she is in the first photo I posted) and Therese are mentioned, as well as Lidwin, Sylvia, and Emma (Mrs. A. J. Mouton).

But they also mention cousins of the family – S. J. Babin and Edward Bourg.  There are Babin and Bourg cousins all over the place in my family tree, but when I searched for those names I didn’t find anything.  With my growing awareness of the family of Mack Babin being the family of my grandmother, I decided to find out more about the branches of this particular Babin family.

It didn’t take me long to find a Schley Joseph Babin and a Louis Edward Bourg who were the same ages as Therese and Erie Patureau, respectively.  They were grandchildren of Mack Babin’s siblings.  So technically they were step second cousins, but to Mee Maw and her sisters they were just cousins that they motored to Baton Rouge with.  Although technically they didn’t all go to Baton Rouge.  It was only Zita and Therese that went to Baton Rouge with their cousins.  Emma, Lidwin, and Sylvia went to Lake Charles, presumably to visit their sister Erie.

I found those cousins names with the help of a family tree on Ancestry.  It wasn’t just anyone’s tree, though.  It was the tree of my step fourth cousin.  That’s right, she was the granddaughter of Edward Bourg.  When I was looking at her tree, I decided to click on the name of the owner of the tree.  When you do that on Ancestry and you have taken a DNA test, it will show you if you are a DNA match to that person.  I know that most step fourth cousins don’t have any common DNA.  Step siblings don’t usually share DNA.  But I noticed lots of Cajun surnames in her tree that are in our tree, so I had to check.  And sure enough, we share common DNA.  She also shares common DNA with my cousin (and godmother) and my dad’s cousin Sis who is the daughter of Therese Patureau.

So Mee Maw wasn’t just step cousins to Edward and S. J., they were really cousins with matching DNA.  But more importantly, they were family.   And everybody that knew my Mee Maw knew that family was important to her.  Mee Maw loved her family and we loved her back.

Addie and Her Children Circa 1949

I have a few photos of my great grandmother Addie with her children.  I don’t have a really good one of them, but I’m still surprised that I’ve never posted one of them.  I did post one of her surrounded by her children at the grave of her husband Lou, but that was more about his death.  There is nothing cheerful about it.  And rightfully so.

Addie Bucklin and some of her children circa 1949 in Hathaway, Louisiana.

Not that this photo is so cheerful.  But it’s a decent photo of Addie with some of her children.  So let me tell you more about Addie.  She was born Addie May Hine on Sept. 23, 1876, in Noblesville, Indiana.  She moved with her family to Louisiana in 1894 when she was 18.  

I think she may have done odd jobs to get spending money, because she ended up helping Mrs. Mary Ann Bucklin (born McGrath) with chores around her house.  Mrs. Bucklin’s youngest son by the name of Louis Charles was a few years older than Addie and they became fond of one another.  They ended up getting married on June 12, 1898.  They are my mom’s paternal grandparents.

Addie and Lou ended up having twelve children together.  Their fourth child Paul was born in 1903, but lived a short life.  Their fifth child Carl was deaf and may have had some other disability and he didn’t show up in many photos.  Their 10th child was Robert and he died in 1944 when he was almost 33.  I think this photo was taken after that point.  Louis died in 1927.

So I’m thinking that this photo was taken around 1949.  It looks semi-posed and everyone was trying to deal with the wind and the sun.  On the far left in the billowing white dress is Edna Bucklin Keys.  She was the ninth child and the middle daughter.  Next to her is Ralph Bucklin.  He was the third child, yet the first one to have a child of his own.  The next person in the photo is great grandma Addie.  If I have the date correct, she would be about 73 years old in this photo.  I remember Mama talking about her having dark hair even when she was elderly.  Behind Addie may be her son Fred Bucklin, my grandfather.  It’s difficult to tell from this small, somewhat blurry photo.  He and his twin brother Clarence were the seventh and eighth children of Addie. 

The next person in the photo is Ruth Bucklin Bruchhaus.  She and her twin Roy are the last two children.  Roy is standing next to her.  Or is that Leo?  Or is that Leo standing between and behind them?  Or is that one Clarence?  One of the brothers is missing and I’m not sure which one it is.  Maybe this is why I don’t post photos of Grandpa and his brothers.  It’s bad enough that he has an identical twin and I can’t tell them apart.  I do know that the brother on the far right is Herbert.  He was the sixth child of Addie and the middle son.

There.  I’m done.  I think the wind got in my eyes.  That’s what I’m blaming my confusion on.  Or maybe it was the sun.  Again, I am relying on cousins to help me out with the identities on the uncles in question.  Thanks in advance.

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