Saturday, March 17, 2018

Google Earth fun

Every now and then I go along through the streets where my families have lived and if you are lucky you can find the homes where your loved ones lived. Today I decided to screen shot the homes of my loved ones to save for future generations who would never see these places told about many years later. I go to my grandmother's house and as I am traveling down the familiar street, I come to their house and in the driveway, is my mother's vehicle. I had to laugh. because this had to be on a Tuesday when she comes to get my Aunt to do some shopping or on a Saturday when she comes to get her for church. How funny that I captured one of these precious moments as well.

Maudlin March

The definition of Maudlin for those of you who may not know:
adjective: maudlin
self-pityingly or tearfully sentimental, often through drunkenness.

"the drink made her maudlin"

synonyms:sentimental, over sentimental, emotional, overemotional, tearful, lachrymose
However I am not drunk as I write this, just that March makes me extremely sentimental. My birthday falls in March and no its not about getting older, its that my much beloved grandmother's birthday was exactly five days before mine and we always celebrated together. I guess it also started with my being seven years old and twenty one days before my eighth birthday visiting my paternal grandparent's and my grandfather sitting in his chair teasing me clicking his silver lighter open and making the flame appear just as I would approach and then run giggling away, he would close it and wait for me to approach again and then flick it back to life. I can still see him hunched over lighter in hand spectacles on his nose, cuts on his work worn hands, smile on his face, the next day my mother sent the neighbor to pick me up from school and instead of taking me home she took me to my mother's parents. I knew something was wrong but no one would tell me. I can still remember getting out of the car and my grandmother standing there to greet me and her telling me that my grandfather had died and my parent's were at the hospital with my grandmother still. How, I remember thinking, he was just there yesterday. That was twenty days before my eighth birthday and forty one years later it still sticks with me every March 8th. The things that burn themselves into your memory, certain smells, sounds or actions come back to haunt you years later.
 So, today with my grandmother's birthday fast approaching, I find myself feeling maudlin, and even volunteered to cut the yard to be able to be alone with my thoughts and the smell of fresh cut grass,  while memories flooded through my mind like a film reel, seeing wildflowers popping up all over and the azaleas in bloom with the bridal wreath full of their white blooms. I was suddenly 8 years old all over again and  in my minds eye, picking those blooms for my grandmother whom I called Maw Maw. She would always take them wrap the stems in a moist paper towel and put them in the kitchen window. It wasn't until years later that my Aunt confided in me that I was actually giving them to the wrong person, while my Maw Maw may admire them for their prettiness it was my Paw Paw who truly felt their true beauty. He was a gardener as were most folks of his time, but he also had an affinity for pansies and petunias and planted them all over the yard.
I was listening to music as I cut grass and of course it being March felt the need to play Celtic Women, and they sing the song Ave Maria on their cd and I had forgotten that and suddenly it begins to play and here I am cutting grass with my headphones on and singing to the top of my lungs with tears streaming down my face as I am now seeing myself in the church with  my grandparents, I was very small because my grandfather was holding me and I had white sandals on my feet. I was watching the alter boys and the song was being sung. Again I am an adult and sitting behind my grandparents in the pew and hearing Mack singing the song while my child was sitting in Paw Paw's lap. Then again as I stood angry and bitter at death, whilst Mack sang again just for my grandfather, as he had requested, as I cried gasping for breath whilst his coffin lay before us in the church and my husband patted my back worriedly. For although this had not happened in March or no where near that, it always still happens that these memories should come upon me during this time. Which is why I have taken to calling it Maudlin March.
Maw Maw and I were both middle children she would tell me confidentially that we were alike, that we both had the same feelings of never being the good one, always being the one who caused trouble and inadvertently often did. She was always the one who I felt truly understood me. She and I both had to grow up having birthdays that fell during Lent and often times our birthdays fell on a Friday and sometimes on Good Friday. How many times she made me a birthday cake that she herself couldn't eat because she had given sweets up for Lent? I can remember right before she passed away that we had a discussion on whether her birthday had ever fallen on Easter since mine had fallen on Good Friday, and she said the year before she was born in 1913 it would again in 2008, she died that December after in 2002 before that could happen. Mine falls on Easter in the year 2027, I'll be 58.
I am now writing this and of course, I am crying. Memories that I refuse to let go of haunt me today. Why as humans do we do this to ourselves? But in truth it is our memories and our emotions that make us human. So this Friday, I will cry yet again, and think of the woman whom I loved so very much. I will go visit her grave and place there a shiny dime. It was always my childhood gift to her, because in her time a dime was real silver and could buy so much more and she had once told me that as a girl she would be happy to get a dime as a gift, so I began to give her dimes instead of wildflowers and most importantly whilst there I will thank her and my grandfather both for the memories.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Today in my Tree

Peter Favre was born 7-14-1849 in Hancock County, MS
Peter was the son of Louis Perrot Favre and Catherine Desiree Favre. He married Margaret Josephine Raboteau on May 9, 1885. His children were Joseph Peter Favre, and Julien Robert Favre, Elodie Elizabeth Favre Maurice, Alcide Favre, Joseph Favre, Josephine Rose Favre Davis, Julius Favre, and Dennis John Favre.

He was sometimes known as  Louis Perot, Pedro, or even as Jacques.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Today in my Tree

Royce Julian Ladner was born in 1938.
He was the son of Ola Moise Ladner and Azelia Marian Ladner. He was an educator for Long Beach Schools, and was a very gentle soul, and a devout Catholic. My children loved going to his house when they were small because he raised goats and the kids could go out into the field with the goats. He always remembered their names and asked about them whenever we saw him. Every summer we would get together at his house where his brother who lived in Georgia would come to visit and all of us would gather. It was always a great time with food family and my favorite part, family stories. Even of my own family since my great aunt had been married to his elder brother.
Happy Birthday Uncle Royce
We miss you!

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


 In my research I have come across information from Jennifer Meirs that Franchimastabe is likely the Indian chief that the Favre's are descended from.
 Jennifer stated on her site:
(1)1839 testimony of John Jones Sr, Sumter county, Alabama testified Simon Favre married Maron (maryann) daughter of Franchimastubbee, not Pushmataha. I spoke with Mr. Heitzmann, the author of the book on the Favre's, records for Simon's family show that Maryann was his widow (aka Piskotanay)
Posted by: Jennifer Miers
I tracked down the excerpt she was speaking of, it is as thus:
(2)John Jones affidavit, received and recorded April 2nd 1839. The state of Alabama, Sumter County. Before me John A. Cowan as acting justice of the peace for said county ? affidavit John Jones who being duly sworn according to law deposes ? and sayethe that he was acquainted with Simon Favre in his lifetime that said Simon Favre ? forty and fifty years ago married an Indian woman named M? daughter of France Mastubbee as I understood from communications and by his had Simon's children said Favre married in the Choctaw tribe of Indians and resided on the Tombigby river. Deposee sayeht that he is satisfied and confident the above named ? unreadable were married although he was not there from the fact that he was invited to the marriage and from what ? who was there told him and also from the fact that he was not more than two miles and a ? from (unreadable) at the time of the wedding.
This led me to search more about Franchimastabe and in doing so I have seen just how often he and Simon Favre interacted. Leaving me to believe that he must indeed be the father of Simon's Indian wife and not Pushmataha as was previously believed.

(3) During a presentation by the Mississippi Humanities Council it was said that Franchimastabe was a head of a village of the West Yazoo who was engaged in intense and significant diplomatic negotiations over the question of ownership of the site of Nogales (present day Vicksburg) and other matters with Manuel Gayoso de Lemos the Spanish governor of the Natchez District from 1787 to 1797.

 From the letters of M. Delavillebeuvre to Carondelet,  Delavillebeuvre wrote that:
(4)After making my first speech there [Yasou, Franchimastabe’ village] I went to the Small Part where I am going to reside with Favre, who is employed by the king and who will serve me as interpreter. He is the best one of the province, with a great influence over the minds of the Indians, and he knows how to lead them firmly whenever necessary. When he found out that I was coming as commissioner to this nation, he had a comfortable hut built for me. I shall live there if you will allow me because I find that life there will be simpler. Since it is only four leagues away from Franchimastabe’ village, I shall therefore be able to know what is going on in both parts with equal facility.

He was certainly speaking of Simon Favre here. Showing there was a relationship between Favre and Franchimastabe.

(5,6)There are historical elements about Chief Frantimastabe 's actions with the French, British and Spanish that closely parallel Simon Favre's relationships with the same parties. He was not a friend of the Americans and led in combat against them. Chief Frantimastable encouraged family relationships and marriages between his family and the French and English for stronger ties and alliances.

 "Chief Pushmataha" is strongly considered a possible father for, " Pistikiokonay" by some sources. He was a strong friend and allay of the Americans.

Simon Favre was present at Fort Nogales, near the mouth of the Yazoo River in Choctaw territory, for the signing of the Treaty of Nogales on October 28, 1793.[iii] This treaty was signed between the King of Spain and Emperor of the Indies and the Chickasaw, Creek, Talapoosa, Alibamon, Cherokee and Choctaw nations.
The Spaniards were represented by Don Manuel Gayoso de Lemos, colonel of the royal armies, military and political governor of the post and district of Natchez, commissioned for this purpose by the Baron de Carondelet, governor of the province of Louisiana and West Florida.
Representing the Choctaws was Franchimastabe’, principal chief, and Pushamataha, who apparently was closely tied to Simon Favre, possibly through marriage.
 The text of the treaty detailed where the different tribes were to pick up their gifts to maintain the terms of all treaties since 1784. The Choctaw were to pick up their yearly gifts at old Tombecbe’, “which it has recently ceded to His Catholic Majesty”. The treaty was signed for the Choctaw by Franchi Mastabe’, Mingo Puscus, and Mistichico. Simon Favre was one of the witnesses.(7)

Of Note: relationships with Frantimastabe given by Simon Favre himself from his personal correspondence

"Favre wrote from the Choctaw to Bouligny[i] on November 8, 1785: I learned from Taskaopa in the presence of Nanoulimastabe’ that Monsieur Jorge, a trader in the village of Ousapalchito for Monsieur Maxent, had told him that he has heard from Naquisabe’, chief with a small English medal, that Mr. Fraisiere, trader at Yazoo, in the Large Part, had assured him and the English chief Frantimastabe’ that the stores established in Mobile belonged to Sieur Tourneboul. He also said that all the English, who had formerly been in the different villages of the nation, were going to come back and chase out the French and Spaniards who were there. Mr. Fraisiere stated that he was a good Englishman who did not want to do as the French and Spanish traders and steal their horses. He said that he would take their pelts for two, three or four times as much, that this boat was sent ahead, and that the chiefs and party were following. He also asserted that the Spaniards did not know how to do anything and they were not men, I affirm that I have written exactly what I heard from the Indians.”  In addition, in 1787 Simon reported to Vicente Folch, Governor of Spanish Florida, on a series of assemblies held by Choctaws, Chickasaws and Talapuches about approving the establishment in their territories of whites and the desire of Chief Franchimastabé to visit them.
 Simon Favre’s information went to the highest officers in the Government. On June 29th, 1792, Favre wrote from the Choctaws to Louisiana Governor Carondelet: My Lord: Allow me to take the liberty of having the honor of writing you this letter to send you the enclosed copies which were brought to the Choctaw nation by two Americans the 25th of June of this month. They went back the same day. These messages were translated by a trader for that nation named Jean Pitchlyn. This is one of several similar activities of this man, who does nothing but give bad advice to the savages. That is why I hope, my Lord, that you will be so kind as to give me your orders about this matter. They brought two large medals and two complete suits. They have given one to Franchimastabe’ and the other to a respected chief of this nation called Tloupouye Nantla’, but all this was of no use. They have been unable to take either of them along with them There is nothing else of enough importance to inform you. My Lord, begging you to excuse me for the liberty which I dare to take, I have the honor of being, with respect and submission, my Lord, Your most humble and most obedient servant Simon Favre.
Delavillebeuvre wrote to Don Manuel Gallozo de Lemos from Boukfouca, on September 10, 1792 “At the house of Monsieur Favre where I am staying”: …but as Franchimastabe’ had left for Mobile upon the demand of the commandant, as I had the honor of telling you in my previous letter, he [Jean Pchiline <sic> the interpreter living near the Chickasaw road] did not see him, of course, and stayed with Mr. Favre and myself until Franchimastabe’s return so that he may confer with him and afterwards with all the chiefs of the nation. (8)

List of Sources:
 (1) Jennifer Miers
(2)Sumter County, Alabama deed book 3, page 223
(3)Ms Humanities
(4) From the letters of M. Delavillebeuvre to Carondelet
(5,6,8)Choctaws in a Revolutionary Age
(7)Russell Guerin

Today in my Tree

I plan on trying to pick a person a day from my tree with something relevant to that day, such as a birth, marriage, death, etc. and blog about them.

Today's person is Pierre Saucier who died on this day in 1895.

Pierre Saucier was born April 11, 1819 in Delisle, Ms. He married Mary Jane Smith in 1840 and they had eight children.
Calvin Pierre Saucier, Randolph Saucier, Laura Saucier Bond, Jean Alvin Saucier, Louise Saucier,
Mary Saucier, Edwin and William Saucier.
Mary Jane died in 1867 and Pierre married again to Elizabeth Perkins whom he also had eight children with.
Mary Ovelia Saucier Ladner, Louis Saucier, Marie Saucier,  Peter Saucier, Annabel Saucier Ladner, Phillipe Saucier, and Bertrand Ellis Saucier.

Pierre served in the Confederacy during the Civil war. He was enlisted in Company H, 3rd Mississippi Infantry as a 2nd Lieutenant. 
Pierre later lived in the Soldiers home at Beauvoir. Which was the former home of Jefferson Davis the President of the Confederacy, on the beach in Biloxi, Ms.  Beauvoir is now a museum open to the public, there is also a cemetery on the grounds where many soldiers were buried. 
Pierre was buried in the Saucier family Cemetery in Saucier, Ms.


Wordless Wednesday

Vera Anderson Women's Championship Welder WWII
 My Great Aunt Vera Anderson