Surplus Sunday – Patureau Reunion Video 1993: Tez Speaks

I got another treat this morning when I looked at my phone. It’s a link to the 1993 Patureau Reunion that I attended. I don’t see myself in the video, but I do see Tez and Syl Daigre, two of my dad’s first cousins.

At 3:06 I’m pretty sure that is Syl on the left and she is talking with Linda Cansler on the right. They were going through some old Patureau information. I think I have that collection of Patureau information from my dad.

Then at 6:05 Tez gets up and speaks about Grampa Max and the store and veterinary business he had in Plaquemine. It’s interesting to hear her voice again after all these years. Look at her Paula Raley, she really doesn’t seem that scary! And the bumps are hardly noticeable!

But the thing I do notice about her is that she does not offer to help her elderly cousin in any way. Tez has a microphone (probably a child’s Rock Star toy one) for when she was addressing everyone. Then when her cousin (I haven’t determine who she is yet. Any help would be appreciated. Don’t be a Tez!) starts to talk, she just looks her way and holds onto the mic the whole time.

It seems obvious that people couldn’t hear her very well. I would give Tez the benefit of the doubt if I hadn’t heard so many stories about her before. Once a Tez, always a Tez. It seems like there should be a family phrase like, “Don’t be a Tez.” I’ve never heard that, but I have heard, “Don’t be a Manette.” How is this possible? The only Manette I recall was a sweet old matriarch of the Bouquet family. I think there was another Manette that wasn’t so sweet. (Maybe Therese Daigre Barker knows more.)

And so ends the Patureau reunion posts…at least for this week…I think. Thanks again, Craig.

 

 

Saturday Surprise: The Real 1992 Patureau Reunion

I posted a photo two weeks ago that I claimed was the 1992 Patureau Reunion. I had some assistance in making that claim, but I will take the full blame. Now some evidence has surfaced that makes me think that the video was not from 1992.

Since I have been proven wrong once on this issue, I will not make another claim about the date of this photo. Let’s just say it was around 1992, but it wasn’t 1992. How’s that.

And I am going to share with you the evidence that was shared with me. It is a copy of a videotape that Craig Pays found recently. He is the same one that provided the photo. In the beginning of the video, a girl (presumably a Patureau relative) states that it is 1992. Later in the video cousin Linda Cansler talks about the family lines of Patureau that were represented. She does not mention Grampa Max (my great grandfather Vincent Maximilian Patureau). So me nor Tez was there that year.

 

 

The Landry Brothers of Lake Charles

A. J., Rob, Johnny, Bobbie, and Hubert Landry circa 1939

Some of you may have seen this photo before.  I know it was posted on Facebook at least once.  I copied it from there and I’m not even sure who it came from.  But I haven’t used it for my family history posts, so I will now.  Besides, I’m running really low on Landry photos.  I need some of you cousins to send me some scans or photos of some of those old photos you have.  I know there must be more out there.  I’ll be searching, too.

This is a really good photo of the Landry men in 1939.  Of course, not all of them were men just yet at that point. The photo has my grandfather – or Pee Paw as the grandchildren called him – with his four sons.  From left to right are A. J. (Alcide Joseph), Pee Paw (Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. or Rob or Pappy), Johnny, my dad Robert Joseph or Bob, and Hubert.

Growing up, I didn’t really notice that much difference in the ages of my uncles.  They were adults, after all, and I was just a silly little boy.  The difference in their ages is very noticeable at the time the photo was taken.  A.J. was about 15 years old and the oldest boy, while Johnny was the baby of the family at 3 years old.  I noticed the same thing in a photo I posted of my mom’s siblings a few weeks back.  The oldest two look like adults while the other three looked more like children.

My mom always told me that the Landry family had a very good and respectable reputation in Lake Charles.  I would have to agree and say that these men did a good job in adding to that favorable family reputation.

 

Just a Lazy Day Circa 1938

Betty, Marguerite, Alma, Myrtle, Daisy, and Sylvia circa 1938

Here’s an old photo that could easily be overlooked.  I really don’t remember where it came from.  I’ve scanned old photos and slides, I’ve taken photos of other people’s photos, and I’ve collected digital files from other family members.  For some reason I think it’s an old photo I scanned, but I can’t put my fingers on the original.

It’s funny how some photos are overlooked in a photo album.  Maybe it was small or the people were a bit blurry, but it wasn’t something that stood out to me.  But when I start to look through photos to scan, I start to notice details about photos that are interesting.  And sometimes the scan is much better than the original photo.

Since I can’t find the original right now, I don’t know if the scan looks better.  But there is something sweet about this old photo from around 1938.  On the far left is my mom Betty Lou Bucklin standing at what I think is the back of someone’s house.  I’m thinking it is her Phenice grandparents’ home because that grandmother is in the photo, as well as a Phenice aunt.  Mom would have been 5 years old at the time. Looking toward her is her Phenice aunt Marguerite, who was a single girl of 20.

In front of Marguerite is one of my mom’s younger sisters Alma.  She is a happy little 3-year-old girl in this photo.  The next person is uncertain.  I’m thinking it could be Marguerite’s older sister Grace.  She was 35 at the time, so that might be right.  Maybe someone else knows who she is for sure.  (See update.)  The woman who is sitting on the steps is Marguerite and Grace’s mom, Betty Lou and Alma’s grandmother, and my great grandmother, Daisy Henrietta Martha Keys Phenice.  She would have been the 62-year-old matriarch of this little group.  The 7-year-old girl on the tricycle is my mom’s older sister Sylvia.

It just seems like an idyllic spring or summer day.  Spending time with family doing little or nothing, but enjoying every minute of it.  You can’t go wrong with that.


11/10/2018 Update: After much discussion among the cousins (and Aunt Loris) on Facebook, it has been determined that the unidentified woman in the photo was my grandmother Myrtle Sylvia Phenice Bucklin. That was a nice surprise. It makes the photo that much more special to me. So this photo shows three generations of my family along my maternal line.

I also was able to figure out where I got the image. It was from a group of old photos that I copied for Grandma back around 1979. She let me borrow some of her favorite photos to photograph with my old SLR camera, and this was one of them. I rediscovered the old forgotten negatives a while back. It makes even more sense that it was a photo of her with her mom, sister, and daughters. One that she cherished. And now, so do I.

Patureau Reunion 1993

One of my Patureau 3rd cousins Craig Pays sent me a photo this week.  It was a photo that his mom had saved.  His mom was Merlyn Agatha Patureau Pays and she was the 2nd cousin of my dad Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry.  Merlyn’s father was Peter Alexander “Alex” Patureau, who the first cousin to Bob’s mother Germaine Erie Patureau Landry.  Alex was the son of Louis Leobon Patureau, and Erie was the daughter of his brother Vincent Maximilian “Max” Patureau.  Louis and Max were sons of Ferdinand Pierre Patureau, the patriarch of the Patureau family in southern Louisiana and beyond.

Patureau family reunion on June 5, 1993

I was very excited to see this photo.  Not only was it the first time I’ve ever seen a photo from this reunion, but it is a photo of me with one of my most notorious cousins.  I’m speaking of Therese Wynhoven Mouton, who most of us call Tez.  (She was the daughter of Emma Patureau Mouton, the sister of Erie, my beloved Mee Maw.)  Tez actually has a number of nicknames, some of them not as nice as others.  One of the other ones that I’ve heard is “Wynie,” which is derived from her middle name.  But when I heard it spoken, it sounded like “whiney.”  It seems like Craig and his family just referred to her as Therese.

It also seems like Craig and his family were visited by The Uninvited Guest (aka The Bumply UG) as well.  It was a kick to share stories about our kooky cousin.  According to him, Therese would show up uninvited and start bossing people around.  Who ever heard of such a thing?  And she expected people to wait on her as she lounged around their house!  My goodness!

Craig said he had to speak up when Tez (sorry, that’s how I know her.  ‘Therese’ just doesn’t fit her as well) shooed away the family cat so she could sit in the chair it had been occupying.  Obviously it must have been a young cat who hadn’t learned to hide at the beginning of a visit from Tez.  Our family learned that lesson right away. (to avoid the obligatory greeting with a kiss)  Even family pets were known to make themselves scarce for the infrequent (yet too frequent) visits from the Bumply UG.

Nevertheless, I was excited to have a photo that included myself and Tez.  And we’re standing right next to each other!  How awesome is that?!  I have grown quite fond of Tez, now that I don’t have to be put out in my own house.  No more red kimonos coming down the stairway.  No more opera blaring through the house.  No more clouds of Cashmere Bouquet following behind Cousin Wart.  (Oops, Paula made me do that!)  At least we can share our fond memories of her and have a laugh.  Actually I’d like to hear a few more of those stories from Craig’s part of the family.  Feel free to leave a comment.

1993 Patureau Reunion with labels

I’d also like some help to identify as many people as we can in this photo.  I’ve named just a few.  I’m pretty sure that is Patricia Marionneaux in front of me in this photo.  Correct me if I’m wrong. (I was corrected.  It is actually Sylvia Schafer Daigre, first cousin to Patricia and my dad.)  I gave everyone a letter and a number (A1, A2…B1, B2…L5), so if you use that to identify a person, that would help.  I’ll update it as time goes by.

One more request.  If you have any more photos of Patureau reunions, I would love to have a copy of them.  Not just from this reunion, but I heard there was another one in Franklinton at Craig’s parents’ place.  I know I went to Tez’s place in Duson for a get together as well.  That was many years ago, but I’m sure somebody must have taken a photo or two.

Thanks for the photo, Craig.

Let the commenting begin…

The Old Bucklin Place

I was reminded this week that I now have a share in some property that my great grandparents owned.  The great grandparents in question were Louis and Addie Hine Bucklin.  When Addie died in November 1960, it was left to her children, including my grandfather Fred Bucklin.  Once Fred and Myrtle died, his share was split between their children.  After my mom’s death, her share was split between her children.

Bucklin land in Hathaway circa 1929

This photo shows the area in Hathaway where the Bucklins lived.  In the foreground was the nursery owned by Fred and Clarence Bucklin around 1929.  From what I’ve heard, my grandfather and his identical twin brother started out in business together with a nursery.  Later on there was some type of falling out and they then had their own separate nurseries about a mile apart out in the sparsely populated Hathaway/China community.

In the background on the left is the home of Louis and Addie Bucklin.  It was a large two-story house that was built in 1888.  I’m not sure when the family bought this house.  Louis and his family came to Louisiana in 1884 from Iowa.  They came by train, which brought their belongings including cattle and horses.  Addie and her family came in 1894 from Indiana.  Louis and Addie were married on June 12, 1898, and started their large family shortly afterward.

I like being from a large family.  There is a drawback, though.  You have to share everything.  That original land was divided between 10 descendants.  The 1/10th my grandfather got was divided between his 5 children.  That 1/5th my mom got was divided between her 6 children.  That makes my share 1/300th.  So you could just say that I own that small little shrub and the dirt around it in the foreground of this photo.   Woo hoo!  I come from the largest family in each generation, so it’s the smallest share of all the great grandkids.

And that’s more than okay… Yes, it is perfectly okay… I assure you (and myself) that it is indeed okay.

A Landry and a Lynch

Robert Joseph Landry, Sr. and Lloyd Lynch circa 1915-1925.

This photo was from around 100 years ago.  I’m not really sure of when the photo was taken.  The main reason is that I wasn’t around back then.  The other reason is that nobody wrote the date on the photo.

Fortunately the subjects in the photo were named.  The man on the left is my paternal grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, Sr.  He was the father of my dad Robert Joseph Landry, Jr.  The other guy in the photo is Lloyd Lynch.

I’m thinking that the time period is some time during Papa’s twenties. (I usually refer to him as Pee Paw, which is what my generation called him.  This is my dad’s name for his dad.)  It’s difficult to know the exact age of people because people don’t change their looks that quickly.  Sure, there can be hair styles and clothing trends, but casual male clothes can look very similar through the years.

Papa was in the military during the Great War, so I don’t think it was during that time period (1917-1918).  I think he played baseball before and after that period and I think this photo might be related to his interest in baseball.  Maybe because most of the other photos that I have of him from that time are baseball related.

So I’m assuming that Lloyd Lynch was a baseball buddy.  I had never heard of him before and I was pleasantly surprised that his name was given.  If anybody knows anything about him, let me know.

I mainly liked the photo because it is a nice photo of my grandfather.  He seems so relaxed and at ease with a nice smile.  What more could you want?

We Eat Fish

My niece Sarah posted a photo earlier this week on Instagram from her visit to the Houston Zoo.  When I was thinking of what to post this week, her photo reminded me of something from my own past.

When I was young, our family would go on summer vacation every year.  Nothing too extravagant, but we had fun.  Her photo reminded me of one time when we went to the zoo.  I was thinking it might have been the Houston Zoo, because sometimes we would go to AstroWorld in Houston.

The Landry Family in Texas in 1969.

But this one particular photo stood out in my memory because the sign in front of us reads “WE EAT FISH.”  And we always thought that it looked like the sign was talking about us!  If you read the whole sign, you can see that it was talking about the seals that were in the enclosure that was between my dad taking the photo and us posing for the photo.

This photo was taken on July 22, 1969.  When I saw other photos taken on the same day (Thanks, Daddy, for writing that information for us all those years ago.), they were all taken at Six Flags Over Texas, which is in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area of Texas.  We would go to the zoo the next day, but it was the Ft. Worth Zoo.  We did end up in Houston a few days later, because I remember celebrating Al’s birthday at Uncle A. J.’s that summer.  (Much in the same way that I remembered this picture being at the zoo.  In other words, I could be mistaken!)

I always tend to explain who everyone is in the old photos that I post.  (This is not an old photo!)  But for the photos of my family I don’t usually do that.  This time I will.  Let’s start from the left side of the photo.  That’s my older brother Rob in the gold short sleeve turtle neck shirt.  I don’t know about you, but that sounds kind of uncomfortable for a hot Texas summer.  What was he thinking?  He was a 14-year-old young man getting ready to start his freshman year in high school at Jennings High School.

In the floral print blouse is my mom Betty Lou Bucklin Landry.  She was 36 years old at the time of the photo.  That’s so weird.  I remember thinking she was kinda old when I was a kid.  At least she was a bit older than some of my classmates’ parents.  Yet some people would ask if she was an older sibling.  All I can say is that I was a foolish child.  Continuing on…

Al is the one in the dark red shirt.  He would celebrate his 10th birthday two days later and in the fall he would be starting the fifth grade at Northside Junior High.  I’m pretty sure that back in those days they started at Northside in the fourth grade.  I didn’t start there until the sixth grade.  He might have started delivering the Jennings Daily News around this time as well.  He was the paper boy on Plaquemine and Nezpique streets during his junior high years.

Karen is the 12-year-old girl with the blue plaid short jumpsuit.  Is that what you call those things?  I googled it and I think it is called a romper.  I wonder if that’s what she called it back then?  I do know that it’s not surprising that she’s wearing blue.  It is and always has been her favorite color.  She would be getting ready to go to her seventh grade year at Northside.

And then there is me.  Little Van is standing there talking on the smart phone while everyone else is posing for the photo.  At least that’s what it looked like when I first looked at the photo.   But there is no phone in my hand!  I was 8 years old and wearing a gold shirt.  In the fall I would be going to the third grade at West End Elementary School.  My dad still insisted that Al and I have crew cuts at this time.  That continued for another year or so, though somehow Rob must have talked him into letting him grow his hair out like the Beatles.  He was such a rebel!

Jamie is the little 7-year-old girl in the red romper.  She would be going to the second grade at Central School in the fall.  She was still a shy little girl at this point.  She was not used to being around strangers and was reluctant to say anything around them.  If you know anything about Jamie now, you know this is not anywhere close to being true any more.

Jodie is somewhat in the shadows, but you can still see that she is wearing a blue shirt.  She was a 15 year old who would be a junior at Jennings High School in the fall.  She only lived another 20 years, so she didn’t make it to the age my mom was in this photo.  She really was a considerate person.  The only times I remember her getting mad were times when she would see someone else being treated unfairly.  It didn’t have to be anyone she knew, either.

One of the things I miss about her is her uncanny memory.  She would have been able to tell me what day of the week this was and what we did that morning.  Of course she may not have been telling me the truth when she would recite such things.  Not that she was dishonest, but she sure liked to tease.  I didn’t have Google back then to check up on those dates and days of the week, so I just believed her.  I guess I still do.

Landry family at the zoo in Fort Worth, Texas, on July 23, 1969

I thought I’d go ahead and post this other photo of the day we went to the Ft. Worth Zoo.  My mom took the photo, so you get to see my dad in this one.  You can also see that Karen is wearing another one of those rompers.  She must have been fond of them.

My dad’s name was Robert Joseph Landry, Jr. and he was 40 years old at this time.  He was the band and choral director at Northside at this time.  Even though we went on vacation during the summer, those summers back then will always be associated with the summer band programs that he had.  We’d get up early in the morning and all of us kids would go with Daddy to the old Northside gym.  In those old classrooms we’d sit and sing the songs my dad projected onto the screen with his overhead projector.  So many memories.

This post ended up longer than I had planned.  I meant to just talk about that old photo that made us laugh.  Actually the sign was pretty true – we do eat fish.  But we won’t bite your fingers!

Most of the time.

Sunday Dominoes

I couldn’t decide what to write about today.  There was a photo of my mom with her Phenice cousins that I had thought about posting.  I talked myself out of that one because I had shared it in a comment once before.  I considered a photo of  my grandmother’s Phenice family, a photo of her father’s family, and a photo of my mom with her grandmother.  I ruled those three out and went back to the photo of my mom with her cousins.

Harry Clifton Phenice playing dominoes with his son-in-law Ray Sowder on a Sunday afternoon in 1945.

Evidently I changed my mind again, because this is not a photo of my mom with her cousins.  When I got home from work, I looked through the old Phenice photos and this one caught my eye, even though I have used it once before in a comment.

On the left is my great grandfather Harry Clifton Phenice. (My mom was Betty Lou Bucklin Landry, her mom was Myrtle Sylvia Phenice Bucklin, and her father was H. C.)  He is playing dominoes with his daughter Grace’s husband Ray Sowder.

My mom talked about how this was a regular event at the Phenice get togethers.  She actually gave me a set of dominoes that she said were from him.  The dominoes I got were not the ones shown in this photo.  I have some ivory colored ones, and these are black with white pips.  And though it looks like smoking the pipe was another part of the ritual, I didn’t get the pipe!  Nor the old 7-Up bottle, both of which would be more likely to contain some trace amounts of DNA.  Oops, there I go on my DNA testing craze.

So H. C. must have enjoyed games.  The same can not be said for his granddaughter.  Mom was not too fond of games.  I guess I am similar to him in that way.  I also like to keep score, like he is doing in the photo.  I like how the photo catches them right in the middle of the action and H. C. is looking intently to see what domino Ray is playing.  That dominoes game looks like serious business.

Magloire et Henriette

I thought I would add a little French to the title since the subjects of this post spoke and wrote in French.  For those of you that may not know, “et” is the French word for “and.”  I never learned French when I was younger, but I wish I had.  It would have come in handy since I have French ancestors.

It would have really helped with this letter, which was written by one of my ancestors in 1799.  I found out about the letter when I was exploring some family connections on a Facebook group about southern Louisiana ancestry at the beginning of 2018.  Someone posted rough, blurry photos of the letter and the transcription.  Come to find out, it was a love letter from Magloire Dupuy to Henriette Serrette.

To find this couple in my family tree, you have to go through my paternal grandmother Germaine Erie Patureau Landry (Mee Maw) and her father Vincent Maximilian Patureau (Grampa Max).  Grampa Max’s father was Ferdinand Patureau, who is the patriarch of all of the Patureau families in southern Louisiana.  But the matriarch of all of these families was his wife Marie Emma Landry Patureau.  Emma’s parents were Eli Onezime Landry and Jeanne Zerbine Dupuy.  Jeanne Zerbine was one of the eight children of Magloire et Henriette.

So now that you know the results of the letter, I’ll tell you a little more about Magloire and Henriette.  Magloire (I’ve seen it spelled “Magluar” in Spanish documents.  It must have been spelled phonetically.) was born in 1777 in St. Gabriel, Louisiana.  His parents and all of his ancestors were Acadians, so he would be the first generation Cajun.  Henriette was also the first generation born in North America, but her parents and ancestors were born in France.

They lived and met in Louisiana when it was still under Spanish rule, but they both were part of the French-speaking culture.  I don’t know the particulars of how Magloire and Henriette met, but this letter gives a little bit of insight into their relationship.  It’s amazing that it survived through the years.  I don’t know those particulars either.  I just know that at some point it was in an attic and rediscovered. Then at some later point someone posted a blurry copy of it on Facebook.  I decided to search for a better copy.

It didn’t take too long.  I went to some type of Cajun reunion/social gathering in West Baton Rouge Parish and started asking people.  Most people didn’t know what I was talking about, but then I came across Lucy Landry.  She is related to me, but not through the Landry line – that’s her married name.  We are related through Magloire & Henriette and she had a good copy of the letter that she was willing to share.  Woo hoo! Thank you, Lucy!

So I got a copy of the original letter and transcription.  I decided to edit it to try to bring it back to closer to what I thought it might originally look like.  There were age spots from tape that was used to put it back together.  It also had writing on top of it to fill in for parts that had been more damaged.  I got rid of those things and then copied words from other parts of the letter.

I also changed the transcription a little bit.  I took poetic license with the help of Google Translate.  People nowadays are turned off by the phrase “I want to possess you as my dutiful wife.”  The meaning of “have” and “possess” are very close, and the phrase “I want to have you as my faithful wife” sounds a little better.  Things were a bit different back then.

So let me go ahead and give you my version of the transcribed letter.  Imagine yourself sitting in your parlor back in June of 1799.  No air conditioning, so it could have been rather warm in Iberville Parish in southern Louisiana.  Here is the letter:

Iberville June 2, 1799

Mademoiselle

The esteem which everyone has for your virtue and your modesty, and my own familiarity with them which  I have had for a long time, lead me to take the liberty of writing you these lines and telling you simply and genuinely that I should consider myself the happiest man if I could win a small place in your thoughts.  Certainly I may often be found in the presence of a number of young ladies of very great merit, though I must acquiesce that none of them has been capable of significantly touching my heart as you have.  O to Heaven that I might have enough good qualities that you might honor me with some consideration, and that this kindness might surely lead to my goal which would be to have you one day as my very dear and faithful wife.  I should have nothing more to desire on earth, since I would have in you what I esteem more than everything else in the world put together.     I am, Mademoiselle, with the most sincere devotion,

Your humble and very obedient servant,

Magloire Dupuy

That’s it.  I hope you enjoyed it.  I think it is a great treasure to have from an ancestor from so long ago.

One day I would like to see the original.


I thought I’d go ahead and post the original transcript that I got.  It was very useful in working out some of the original words that were so illegible.  As you can see, it is from the Peavy Family Papers.  (Thanks again, Lucy!)


For a follow-up to this post, you can readMagloire et Henriette: After the Happily Ever After.

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