tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67480848808074486552024-03-13T16:37:24.053-07:00Gulf Coast LagniappeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-54690693294980905312020-03-18T08:22:00.003-07:002020-03-18T08:22:43.107-07:00It's a Pandemic, Our Ancestor's Would Say, Been There Done ThatI previously wrote a blog post about my family and the 1905 yellow fever outbreak <a href="https://gulfcoastlagniappe.blogspot.com/2012/06/new-orleans-yellow-fever-epidemic-1905.html">Louise and The Last Yellow Fever Outbreak, New Orleans 1905</a>. I can remember my grandmother talking about the 1918 pandemic, she was only 4 but it made a lasting impression on her life. She grew up in New Orleans and in September the headlines read “No Danger of Spanish Influenza Epidemic Here.” They were soon to see how wrong this was. It kind of reminds me of today and the COVID-19 outbreak.<br />
The very day the news printed those ill fated headlines a ship docked in the port carrying with it at least a dozen sick including the ships doctor. The illness quickly spread, churches, theaters and schools were closed. Large gatherings were banned, weddings put on hold. All this seems eerily familiar today. They waited too late to close restaurants, bars and to limit the numbers on streetcars. One news article asks people to cough or sneeze into a handkerchief, cautioning that everyone had to be vigilant to contain the spread. A list of Don't was posted:<br />
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<li>If You Don't Want It? </li>
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<li>Don't Crowd</li>
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<li>Don't Put Unclean Things In Your Mouth</li>
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<li>Don't Eat or Drink in Dirty Places </li>
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<li>Don't Eat Without Washing the Hands</li>
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<li>Don't Get Cold or Wet</li>
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<li>Don't Over Exert</li>
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<li>Don't Go Out if You Feel Ill</li>
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It was also stated that to wear a gas mask as such that the Red Cross was providing would be the worst thing a young woman of fashion could do. "And for men it would be hard to attract a girl while wearing one. Even a plain girl". Oh my word! The hospitals were overwhelmed and many died at home without medical attention. By October the Headlines were reading "Not the ordinary flu" They were right this flu was not a human influenza virus but more closely resembled an avian flu. They began warning people if they had a three day fever they had the Spanish Flu. <br />
My grandmother's family still relied on a cistern and she recalled how
they worried their water would get tainted. She remembered the masks
people wore and the quiet of the times. Her mother became pregnant with
her last child during this time. I imagine she had quite a bit of fears
for herself and her unborn child. <br />
A year later when all was said and done New Orleans had more deaths per capita than other cities in the U.S. due to the Spanish Flu. They waited too long to implement social distancing. These were the people who had to live with the yellow fever each year prior to 1905, they should have known to take cover? Right? What changed between 1905 and 1918?<br />
So when you are complaining today about being stuck indoors during quarintine, remember lessons from the past. Louisiana closed their schools right away, set up social distancing rules, they do not want a repear of 1918.<br />
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<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-14950267099026200792018-10-27T11:25:00.002-07:002018-10-27T11:25:27.149-07:00When an Ancestor Fabricated their Lineage.... A Hundred Years of LiesI am probably going to receive some negative feed back from those who are hard core believers in what they feel is the true story. But none the less, this issue needs to be discussed. Sometimes our ancestor's lied. <br />
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Why did they do it? Many reasons, money, shame, family feuds, murder, or just because there were things they were trying to hide or cover up. In my family's case it had to do with money. Choctaw settlement money to be exact. You can guess just from that pretty much how this story is going to go. Someone wanted to get the money the government was handing out to those with Choctaw blood. So began the tale of fabricated relations to the Choctaw tribe.<br />
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My great great grandfather was an upstanding citizen, a Civil War Veteran, a lawyer, a college professor, a newspaper owner as well as an author. He was also a fabricator of a Choctaw heritage that has fooled so many and still does today. People have included his information in books and swear they have seen documented proof that it is true. They indicate that since he started the Mississippi Society of Choctaws he must have been telling the truth. He was questioned by an agent from Washington and he claimed that he was the Captain and the recognized leader of all Choctaw outside of Oklahoma, and that it was his influence on Senator Pat Harrison that had the Choctaw Cases reopened in the State of Mississippi. He himself was a Choctaw claimant as well as being employed by Crews and Cantwell in writing claims for other Choctaw claimants and receiving payment for. He challenged the legitimacy of <u>blood</u> as a marker of Choctaw identity to discredit the full blood rule. He was ordered to appear in the hearings before the Subcommittee of the Committee on Indian Affairs due to his association with Crew and Cantwell.<br />
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But what they fail to see is the many flaws in his story.<br />
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1.In the book he wrote, he gave his lineage thoroughly, and not once did he mention a Choctaw line.<br />
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2. His family came from North Carolina to Mississippi in the early 1820's. How can they be Choctaw? If they were from North Carolina they would be Cherokee.<br />
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3. Dawes testimonies show there was no lineage as does the Court of Indian Affairs.<br />
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No Turner Ward; No Socretia. People today are still just as hungry to claim a descent from the Choctaws, but for different reasons, that they overlook all the evidence that sits plainly before them.<br />
Sometimes our ancestors lied, it is up to a good family detective to discern the truth. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Any contribution would be greatly appreciated and I will update the progress of the restoration project as it happens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Read more about Juan de Cuevas and Cat Island here <a href="https://lagniappe.webs.com/catisland.htm">Cat Island Remembered</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Or buy this awesome book by John Cuevas on Amazon <a href="http://amazon.com/">Cat Island the History of a Mississippi Gulf Coast Barrier Island</a> or <a href="http://amazon.com/">Discovering Cat Island: Photographs and History</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On a historical note, here is an advertisment for Franklin J. Cuevas book about Juan de Cuevas.</span><br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-68422485465833525642018-09-08T10:06:00.001-07:002018-09-08T10:31:27.883-07:00 Much ado over a pew Ancestors and their foibles: Much ado over a pew<br />
I was recently reading through a book Mississippi Provincial Archives, 1701-1729, French Dominion, Dunbar Rowland and Albert Sanders.<br />
In it I came across a funny little story about my husbands ancestor, (well a grand aunt of) one Jeanne Louise Trudeau. One of the Pelican girls who arrived in Biloxi with her parents Etienne Burel and Marie Marguerite Roussel, to marry the settlers. Jeanne married Francois Trudeau.<br />
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As it goes in 1723 the Capuchin priests in New Orleans were given a house to use as a church. The parishioners brought their own chairs to hear Mass said or stood. The parishioners petitioned the priest to make pews and to sell them to earn money for improvements on the church. They did this and made an announcement that they would be sold on the 14th of the month. It was said that then Mrs. Trudeau wife of the carpenter and mother in law to the cashier wished to distinguish herself and when she saw the first pews had been taken, asked for a closed one. She was denied. She put up a ruckus, contacting a Mr. Perry saying "<i>it was unheard of that these priests should have done a thing like that without having obtained the written permission of the Council, that it was necessary to have these pews taken out and that it was not right that certain persons should be above others because they had been first at the awarding" </i>Perry agreed with her reasoning and went to the priest about it. The priests in turn upset over the issue went to other officials to complain and were told to continue as they were. Mr. Perry determined to get his way then complained to the priests Superior only to be told that the pews had been paid for and who was going to pay to have them removed? The Superior then said, <i>"but that one saw clearly that a woman here had more influence than an honest man since she made them change their minds, that he had no ground to complain, that the first pew had been reserved for his wife and his family, that indeed since their arrival in this town they had not been seen at mass at all, that he, Perry, had not yet at that very time taken the Sacrament and that he was not surprised if he was not inclined to the welfare of the church."</i><br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-36874538444615192612018-06-25T10:21:00.002-07:002018-06-25T10:21:41.168-07:00Echoes of Time-Treasures from the PastPeople don't realize how much time and effort is involved in
genealogical research. I have spent so many hours of my life researching
the lives of not only my family but those of complete strangers. Every
summer I intend to work on my book of Gulf Coast families. But every
summer I am distracted by some other project. This time it literally
fell in my lap. I was contacted by David Nanney and asked if I would be willing to take
on the care of a 112 year old school annual from Saucier High School
that was in bad shape. Holy Cow! You know I said yes! I intend to have it copied and bound and
hopefully add the lineages of the students listed.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-61468193240055108352018-03-31T07:44:00.001-07:002018-03-31T07:44:08.398-07:00Strawberry baskets for EasterToday when you buy strawberries they come in a clear plastic container, but years ago they came in little green square baskets. You knew you were to never throw these baskets away because Maw Maw saved them. On Easter day we would go visit her at her house to see what the Easter Bunny had left for us there. There on the dining room table would be the strawberry baskets, transformed with ribbon woven through them and Easter grass inside with a sugar spy egg and a chicken that would lay jelly bean eggs. Maw Maw would say come look at your little nest the rabbit left you.She always called it a nest never a basket. Apparently that is what they called it as she was a child growing up in New Orleans. We would Oooh and ahhh over our nest for awhile as the adults drank their coffee and ate homemade lemon pound cake. Then we would head out to find our eggs. I always remember one year that I had a loose tooth that I wouldn't let anyone pull and we were running to get our eggs and I tripped and hit my chin and my tooth fell out and I swallowed it. My grandmother took me inside and gave me a piece of bread to eat, saying this would stick to the tooth so it would come out later.<br />
Happy Easter! Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-39785579080705607832018-03-17T13:35:00.001-07:002018-03-17T13:35:32.880-07:00Google Earth funEvery 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.<br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-92128370250388000742018-03-17T11:40:00.001-07:002018-03-17T15:34:21.722-07:00Maudlin March The definition of Maudlin for those of you who may not know:<br />
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self-pityingly or tearfully sentimental, often through drunkenness.</div>
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<tr><td>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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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. <br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-65222532862928821462017-07-14T17:40:00.002-07:002018-03-17T12:06:31.335-07:00Today in my Tree<div style="text-align: center;">
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Peter Favre was born 7-14-1849 in Hancock County, MS</div>
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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.</div>
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-16124233470769617022017-07-13T08:40:00.000-07:002018-03-17T12:06:49.021-07:00Today in my Tree<div style="text-align: center;">
Royce Julian Ladner was born in 1938.</div>
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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. </div>
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Happy Birthday Uncle Royce</div>
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We miss you!<br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-34676771067151150682017-07-12T14:15:00.001-07:002018-03-17T15:40:44.524-07:00Franchimastabe 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.<br />
Jennifer stated on her site:<br />
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(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)<br />
Posted by: Jennifer Miers</blockquote>
I tracked down the excerpt she was speaking of, it is as thus:<br />
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(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.
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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.<br />
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(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.<br />
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From the letters of M. Delavillebeuvre to Carondelet, Delavillebeuvre wrote that:<br />
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(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.</blockquote>
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He was certainly speaking of Simon Favre here. Showing there was a relationship between Favre and Franchimastabe. </blockquote>
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(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.<br />
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"Chief Pushmataha" is strongly considered a possible father for, "
Pistikiokonay" by some sources. He was a strong friend and allay of the
Americans.
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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.
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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.
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Representing the Choctaws was Franchimastabe’, principal chief, and Pushamataha, who apparently was closely tied to Simon Favre, possibly through marriage.
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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)<br />
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<span class="mw-headline"> Of Note: relationships with Frantimastabe given by Simon Favre himself from his personal correspondence </span></h2>
"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 <b>English chief Frantimastabe’</b> 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 <b>Chief Franchimastabé</b> to visit them.<br />
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 <b>Franchimastabe’</b> 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.<br />
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<b> Franchimastabe’</b> 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) <br />
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List of Sources:<br />
<a href="http://jenniferhsrn2.homestead.com/clan.html">(1) Jennifer Miers</a><br />
(2)Sumter County, Alabama deed book 3, page 223 <br />
<a href="http://mshumanities.org/presentation/a-spanish-governor-and-a-choctaw-chief-gayoso-and-franchimastabe/">(3)Ms Humanities</a><br />
(4) From the letters of M. Delavillebeuvre to Carondelet<br />
(5,6,8)<a href="http://(Choctaws in a Revolutionary Age, 1750-1830 pages 87-90)">Choctaws in a Revolutionary Age</a><br />
(7)<a href="http://www.russguerin.com/history/our-pioneers/the-favre-family-in-early-hancock-county-ms-4/#_ftn22">Russell Guerin</a><br />
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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.<br />
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Today's person is Pierre Saucier who died on this day in 1895.<br />
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Pierre Saucier was born April 11, 1819 in Delisle, Ms. He married Mary Jane Smith in 1840 and they had eight children.<br />
Calvin Pierre Saucier, Randolph Saucier, Laura Saucier Bond, Jean Alvin Saucier, Louise Saucier, <br />
Mary Saucier, Edwin and William Saucier.<br />
Mary Jane died in 1867 and Pierre married again to Elizabeth Perkins whom he also had eight children with.<br />
Mary Ovelia Saucier Ladner, Louis Saucier, Marie Saucier, Peter Saucier, Annabel Saucier Ladner, Phillipe Saucier, and Bertrand Ellis Saucier.<br />
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Pierre served in the Confederacy during the Civil war. He was enlisted in <span style="font-size: medium;">Company H, 3rd Mississippi Infantry as a 2nd Lieutenant. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Pierre was buried in the Saucier family Cemetery in Saucier, Ms. </span><br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-35848615990996097342017-07-12T10:12:00.000-07:002017-07-12T10:12:03.507-07:00Wordless Wednesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My Great Aunt Vera Anderson</div>
Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-47770970431379198132017-07-12T09:14:00.002-07:002018-10-20T10:33:51.187-07:00Book Review- A Must Have<div style="text-align: center;">
The Brides of La Baleine</div>
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The latest book by Randall Ladnier is a must have for those of Gulf Coast first settler lineages. He spent many years researching this one of a kind book celebrating the lives of the brave women who volunteered to travel across an ocean to a wild new world with the hopes of marriage and a new life. The list of names of these women were lost for 266 years and was found in the French archives in 1987. As Randal states, these women of "the Baleine’s genetic contribution to America approaches that of the the MAYFLOWER, which had arrived 100 years earlier. Thus, Biloxi became the equivalent of <i>“Plymouth Rock” for the French
colony of Louisiana. On September 6th, 1620, twenty-nine Pilgrim women
had set sail from England on the Mayflower, in order to escape religious
persecution.Fifteen of those women died within six months of their arrival in America.
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<i>Governor Bienville apparently received at least 72 young women of
child-bearing age, desperate to escape social and moral persecution in
France. These French women eventually formed the genetic foundation on
which Gulf Coast societies have been built."</i><br />
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I am a proud descendant of one of the Baleine Brides, many times over. </div>
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Randall's book can be purchased here<a href="http://www.labaleinebrides.org/"> The Brides of La Baleine</a></div>
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Purchase a soft cover book for $25.00 or PDF for $15.00<br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-83012776958005998062017-06-14T09:08:00.000-07:002018-03-17T15:41:36.274-07:00Echoes of a Lost CemeterySadly one of the significant factors to the loss of Coast history is hurricanes. My grandfather's family cemetery and many other cemeteries along the Coast have fallen victims to the ravages of the many hurricanes. Whether from the waves washing over and washing out tombs, markers and headstones, or covering them completely with debris from the howling winds, the Coast has unfortunately lost a good many of our Old Cemeteries. However, there is once such cemetery in Hancock County that was very old and was unfortunately destroyed first by winds and waves, then again by those who were unaware that a cemetery lay below the debris and in the clean up efforts completely plowed down any remaining vestiges of the cemetery.<br />
This cemetery was known as the Victor Ladner Cemetery and according to testimony given by my grandfather who grew up next to it, contained the graves of his family, including his grandfather and his great grandfather, as well as various family members. There is some debate as to some of the family possibly being moved to another cemetery after the 1947 Hurricane. As of a few weeks ago I thought the cemetery was lost to us forever. Now, there seems to be hope that we may yet find the resting place of those lost graves.<br />
An effort to have a headstone added there for Victor Ladner Jr. who fought in the Civil War is under way. As well as efforts of finding the lost graves of several other family members. Many thanks to the Shieldsboro Rifles division of the SCV for their help and Dorty Necaise for all his help. <br />
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The children of Henry Dedeaux and Rosalie Saucier:<br />
Homer Dedeaux<br />
Martial Dedeaux<br />
Anatole Dedeaux<br />
Adelaide Dedeaux<br />
Louise Dedeaux <br />
John Delmas Dedeaux<br />
Armand Dedeaux<br />
Helena Dedeaux<br />
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The town of Delmas located in Harrison County near the Wolf River is named after John Delmas Dedeaux. The family of John Delmas Dedeaux once attended the church, Our Lady of Good Hope in Delisle, MS. However a racial split sent the Dedeaux family to Our Lady Of Chartres, fondly called The Little Mission church by those who attend services there. After the split John Delmas Dedeaux went in search of a new spiritual home for the fractured Catholic family and found a little Church in north Long Beach that he had relocated several miles from New Hope, this became in 1912, Our Lady of Chartres and is still attended by descendants of Delmas Dedeaux today. There was also once a small one room school house next to the church.<br />
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The Community of Dedeaux's Catholic church was founded by Delmas' brother, Homer Dedeaux. Their cousin John Jerius Dedeaux donated the land where a combined school and Sacred Heart Catholic Church were built in the Dedeaux Community where it still remains today.<br />
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The two communities were then known as Sherie Dedeaux, and Delmas Dedeaux. Now just referred to as Dedeaux, and Delmas. <br />
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From what I have found on the family of Henry Dedeaux and Rosalie is that Rosalie was a mulatto and possible the daughter of a Saucier slave owner, either Henry Saucier or possibly Pierre. Many trees have her as the daughter of Pierre Saucier and Isabel Nicaise. This can not be so, as neither were mulatto. In the 1870 census Rosalie is listed as Rosalie Saucier with son Armand, daughters Louise and Helena, with the children listed as Dedeaux and all as mulatto's. In 1880 she can be found with son Armand's family and is listed as Rosalie Dedeaux, in later census she is listed as a widow. I believe Rosalie and Azelie Saucier, who was married to Clement, Henry's brother and was also listed as a mulatto may likely be sisters. This family has been difficult to trace and if any reader's have anything of value to add please contact me. <br />
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<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-39981724469087637182015-08-29T07:33:00.000-07:002018-03-17T15:44:37.647-07:00Katrina 10 yearsI can hardly believe it's been ten years since the storm that changed our lives here on the Coast. I can barely go down to the beach front any longer, it hurts too much still. All the emptiness. I like to keep the image of childhood in my mind. Miles of beautiful old homes right across from the beach with ancient oaks sprawling alongside. Their limbs reaching out to create a canopy over the roadway that a five year old girl laying in the back of a station wagon studied upon passing beneath once upon a time.<br />
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I was five months old during the worst storm to ever hit the Mississippi Coast. Her name was Camille. Every year on the anniversary of Camille, my mother would get out her worn pages of "<i>her</i>" story to read us. The story of how in 1969 we survived a monster storm when so many did not.<br />
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I never thought that I would one day have my own story to write.<br />
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Living on the coast hurricanes are a way of life. I can remember so many, Frederick in 1979, Bob that was just a small wind storm and we went out side in and let the winds blow us gently. Elena, Georges, Ivan and so many more.I always get a funny feeling when it is still way out and I seem to always know the ones that are going to hit us. Katrina I knew was coming for us. Even when they said New Orleans, I knew they were wrong. The Mississippi River always pulls them in and puts us on the bad side.<br />
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I began to pack my house up. All my kids baby items, all the clothing for school, all the photo albums. Everything that would fit in the back of the car we put there. We were told to evacuate and we left for my mother's house to stay with them for the storm. We all slept on the living room floor that night. Actually I never slept. I lay there listening to the squall lines that were starting to come in and a transistor radio for news updates. About 5 am my mother got up and started to cook us breakfast, she fried bacon and made canned biscuit donuts. She just took the last donuts out of the pan when the winds got up enough the the electricity went out. it was only a little after 6am. We sat there together in the dining room and ate out last hot meal for weeks. None of us knowing that our lives were about to change forever. Soon the winds were howling and the roof was lifting up and setting back down, you could see the crack on the wall where it was coming off. We could see across at the neighbors their roof doing the same thing. Trees cracked and splintered until we could no longer see the back yard. It was just a maze of trees down. The radio was reporting rescues and people calling for help trapped in their attics with the water rising below them.We worried about our family members who were a few blocks off the beach. A report came in that there was a large tornado in their area and that on their street there was furniture floating in the roadway. I couldn't take anymore and went and lay on the bed and stared at the wall. Finally my husband came in and said you have to be with us in case we have to get out. I don't know how much longer this roof is going to hold. I remember feeling numb and I looked at him and said I don't care. Didn't you hear it's all gone. They said the gulf has come all the way up the highway. That means its all gone. I went and sat and just prayed for it to end.<br />
Finally around noon, I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to know if my home was still there. I wanted to see if my Aunt and Uncle were alive. The eye had passed and the winds had shifted so my husband and I decided to try to get out to see. What we found was horrifying. At the end of my parents road is a major hospital, the parking lot was filled with the bayou and the cars were floating in it. We managed to get to the highway after my husband stopped a dozen times to cut trees out of the way. We got just a few miles and I could see the shopping center and movie theater had water in them. Flooded. Looked like a large lake. Then when we got near the Walmart it too was flooded. I began to cry. The hotels were flooded and people were standing together on the balconies talking. The very hotel where they had put our beloved sea lions in the hotel pool for safety was flooded over and the sea lions were washed out into the gulf. To be found later. Poor babies. Suddenly we had to stop. Ahead of us was a wall of water. I said what is that? Oh my God that is the Gulf? It is this far north? If the water was pushed this far north of the coast there can't be anything left south of us. We had to turn around and head back. We finally made it to our neighborhood but the power lines were across the road and we couldn't get through so we decided to go the back way around and park and walk through the woods to our house. I will never forget until the day I die the sounds of those trees creaking around me as I walked through knee deep water to get to my house. What was once thick forest was now a bunch of bare spindly sticks bent from the force of the wind and they were loudly creaking. I was about to jump out of my skin waiting for one to snap, Finally in what I can only describe as a Scareltt O'Hara moment, I ran ahead of my husband to see it, climbing over downed trees, I had made it, and I saw it, It was there. My home still stood, minus the tin roof that was now in the pool. We walked around front and saw our bedroom window curtains flapping in the breeze. The window was busted. We went inside and the carpet was drenched. I was walking around looking to see if everything seemed ok minus the rain coming down inside of my house, when a miracle happened. The phone rang. I manage to find it and in a sort of awe answered it to hear my daughter yelling I got through its them. Mom are ya'll ok?? We are scared are you coming back? I laughed and said yes we have to board up the window so no one can get in and we will be back. Our neighbor helped us board the window up and in exchange for using our pool water to flush their toilets they agreed to watch the house.<br />
We trudged back through the woods to the car and headed back to my parents house.After we got settled in my husband decided that he had to get in to work as he was a District Chief for the Cities Fire Department and people needed help. He kissed us all goodbye and packed his things, little did we know we wouldn't see one another again for 6 days. He promised me he would get to my Aunt and Uncles and let u know if they were alive.<br />
That evening we were all exhausted. We listened to the radio reports with heavy hearts. Our cellphones did not work because the towers were down. Our land lines would sometimes work but the lines were jammed. We heard they were sending trucks with ice and we could go pick it up in the grocery parking lot. We loaded into the car and headed that way knowing what food we had left had to be iced down. It was getting dark and we stood in line next to those refrigerated trucks for several hours waiting for them to get the order to start unloading. The drivers sat in their trucks staring at us and we just stood there waiting. Finally the police showed up and we were told they were sorry there was a mistake and we would not be getting ice tonight after all. So we all went home heavy hearted. We had no supper that night. I went and lay on the bed in my sister's old room and opened the window. I could hear my family talking quietly I dozed. Suddenly I hear a loud truck and a familiar noise it was a fire truck pulled up outside my parents home. Two men were standing at the window and I spoke to them. They said my husband had sent them to tell me he had made it in ok and had seen my Aunt and Uncle. They were ok. They had spent the entire storm bailing water and standing in half a foot of water, said the water was just running down the walls. But they were ok as was our 93 year old great aunt who lived with them. <br />
Sleep came and before we knew it it was 6am and we were up to try to find ice. We followed whatever lead was given on the radio eventually getting a bag of ice per family. It was the greatest feeling getting that ice. I can not even fully explain what the fear of suddenly not being able to provide food for your family is like. I lost 20pound in the next few weeks making sure my kids ate before I did, and often only drinking water. The next day was full of loud sounds. The firemen and neighbors were everywhere cutting trees. We heard the levees broke in New Orleans.<br />
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We were so desperate for ice. We bought a bag of $1 ice for $10. There is a special place in hell for that person!<br />
My mother began to cook everything in the deep freeze before it would spoil. She cooked on a coleman stove. <br />
Now we were told the National Guard was coming and we were getting MRE's. Thanks to all the wonderful people across our nation we were also getting supplies. Our shopping center that was under water from the bayou 2 days before would be the distribution center. Every morning we had a routine we got up got in line and received a box of MRE's and a bag of ice and a case of water. Sometimes a packet of necessities. Dog and cat food, toilet paper. One day we were about to pull off after the guardsmen had loaded my car and one yelled hang on and pulled out what looked like a pink bag. He handed it to my daughter it was a lunch box. She cried because hers was ruined in our now molding wet house. Inside was an uplifting letter from the person who had sent it from North Carolina. We were all crying by time we got home from the spirit of human kindness.<br />
Those guardsmen became like family to us. We saw them at least twice a day,once in the morning to get ice and again in the evening to get ice.<br />
Our nights were filled with the noise of generators, and scary tales of people stealing them and chain saws and gasoline. Our neighbors stayed up at night guarding with their guns. On the third night I got a phone call from my sisters friend she wanted to know if we were alive as the news they were getting was scary. I said yes, and she said hold on I am going to try to connect you to your sister through a three way call. I went outside trying to keep the signal and climbed on top of my SUV and from there in the darkness I heard my sister's voice and I was crying and yelling out. I got you, I can hear you, can you hear me? and I could hear the neighbors laughter as they celebrated with me.<br />
When I told her everything she said ya'll hold on we are coming. We have people here who are donating cash and gasoline we are stopping at family and friends all the way from Connecticut to Mississippi. I said there are no more bridges you can't even get in from Alabama, she said we will get there and they did. The brought food, Sandwich meat, fresh bread, dog food, and best of all gasoline.<br />
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Before they came though my husband showed up out of the blue, he had a pizza for the kids from Pizza Hut. They had donated it to the firemen and he did not feel right eating it when his kids only had a sandwich. I warmed that thing upon foil on the gas grill and we ate like kings that night!<br />
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It was two weeks before we got power back which was pretty quick considering. Thanks to all the out of state help. My husband finally got to come home and help his family due to all the fire trucks coming in from out of state to relieve them.<br />
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We lost a lot, all my clothing and furniture were piled up on the roadside to be collected as trash. The Coast lost everything, but together as a people we pulled together and helped one another. We shared our food, water and ice, protected one another. We became stronger. We survived!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting in line for ice</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The line of cars in the distribution line</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54490/191/3D3068C74D4D1AF15B6C5B1CA5AEB9FD.png" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0px none;" /></a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-81751581434601371272015-06-14T16:31:00.002-07:002018-10-20T07:32:55.236-07:00Isabelle LaForceNot much is known about Isabelle LaForce. It was thought that she was the wife of Basil Ladner. However, I have come across information that leads me to believe they were never married. While doing some research for a friend, Dorty Necaise, I came across the baptismal record in The Ladner Odyssey by Nap Cassibry for Alexander Basil Ladner son of Isabelle LaForce and Basil Ladner.<br />
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<i><span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">On the 18th day of February in 1817, I the undersigned Priest of the St. Louis Church, New Orleans, baptized and imposed with Holy Oils, a boy, born on the 29thof May, 1813 legitimate son of Basil Ladner and Isabelle son in Biloxi and Gravela Lafaure(Isabelle La Force) born and living in this city.</span></span></i></blockquote>
<i><span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0"> Paternal grandparents: Bautita Ladnair and Maria Francisca Boudreau. </span></span></i><br />
<i> <span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">Maternal Grandparents:Joseph Lafaure (Quebec) and Marie St. Germain(Natchez)</span></span></i><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0"> <i> Godparents:Norbert Brutin amd Margarita Fernandez. to whom I notified of the spiritual relationship. So that it may be evident I signed. /S/ Father P. Koine (SLC BB 8 90b A 458)</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">Note, that it states born and living in this city, as though Isabelle still lives in New Orleans where the baptism record was written. Also knowing that by 1817 when this baptism took place Basil was married to Helen Morin and had several children with her. </span></span><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0"><i> </i></span></span><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">Therefore either Isabelle and Basil were never married or she had died before he married Helen. But since she is mentioned as though still living in 1817 I would think it would be more likely to be they were not married. </span></span><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0"><br /></span></span>
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">A quick dig through the Diocese of Baton Rouge Catholic Church Record Vol. 2&3 found the Laforce family in Assumption Parish. Several children are listed in baptisms in Assumption Parish. </span></span><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">Santiago(Jacques) LaForce born in 1800 lists his grandparents as Paul Laforce and Magdelene Bijeau and Francois ST. Germain and Marie (metiza) (Indian).</span></span><br />
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<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">In the Ms Coast Historical & Genealogical Society Vol 17-20 it states that Isabelle LaForce is recorded as "natural de Ochita' Or as an Ouachita Indian. It also says that Jacques Ryan married Elizabeth LaForce and Thomas Ryan Married Isabelle Laforce, Basil Ladner also married an Isabelle LaForce. Azelie LaForce was godmother to Pierre Ryan and Victor LaForce was godfather to Victor Ryan. Most of the LaForce baptisms and marriages took place between 1810 and 1840. One of the Laforce family, Santiago is recorded as a resident of Lafourche Parish , La. </span></span><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0"><br /></span></span>
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">One of the children of Basil, Jean Baptiste was born in 1811 which indicates that he may also be the son of Isabelle. He is listed in the 1850 census as a Mulatto, which could be because of his Indian heritage. He married Emma George and they had 5 children one of which was Hermogene Ladner, (aka Eugene) who went on to marry Catherine Raboteau who was a mulatto woman, the daughter of free persons of color Jules Cyrille Raboteau and Ophelia Rochon.</span></span><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0"><br /></span></span>
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">Hermogene and Catherine had the following children:</span></span><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">Marcelin who is living with her Rochon family in the 1900 census along with several siblings and they are all listed as black .</span></span><br />
<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">Ernest, Euphrasia Ophelia, Marie Eulalie, Eugene, Aurelia Catherine, Elizabeth, and Marie Victoria Ladner. </span></span><br />
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<span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0"><span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">The
Laforce family was apparently affluent enough to own several slaves and a large section of
land in Assumption Parish, La. Joseph Laforce listed his occupation in
the 1865 Louisiana IRS Tax Assesment List as a Retail Dealer. Several lines above him is the name J. Lafitte, wholesale dealer. </span></span><span class="_5yl5" data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0"><span data-reactid=".f1.$mid=11434207882910=2409be98ab72189b680.2:0.0.0.0.0.0">In
1788 in Natchez Joseph mortgaged his estate for $565.00 and in 1793 he
sold 1000 arpents of land on the Ms River near the mouth of the Yazoo,
which had belonged to his wife Marie St Germain which she had inherited
from her father. In the book <u><i>Shawnee Heritage</i></u> it says Joseph Laforce was a mulatto who married an Indian and their family was a Black/Cherokee metis.</span></span> </span></span><br />
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Yes, seriously this happened to me. Strangely twice by the same person in a matter of 6 months. Apparently they forgot the first time they accused me and then after being set straight and everything was made nice they decided to come back again with the same said accusations that were cleared up previously. This time telling me they have found pertinent information but as punishment they will with hold this information from me. Gosh thanks! <br />
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I began to alter my lesson from a discussion on Mexican culture and art, to one about the heritage and traditions right here in our own community.<br />
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The school that I teach at is rural and most of the families are related to one another. The cemetery is not too far away from the school and I have seen on more than one All Saints Day celebration several of my students there.<br />
I could see their eyes lighting up, their hands began to raise and soon they were wriggling in their seats anxious to tell me their cemetery story. I told how the Mexican culture celebrated the day after Halloween by putting out candles, flowers and even brought their loved ones favorite foods to the cemetery. <br />
They were like, "But that's what my family does too!" Soon we began to discuss not just the art lesson, but, family and generations of tradition. A tradition that I once thought may end with my generation.<br />
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This morning my husband and I spent the morning out at the cemetery cleaning and putting out new flowers. Getting things ready for next Saturday, All Saints Day. Catching up with cousins and friends that you haven't seen since last year at the cemetery is one of my favorite parts. The cemetery was filled with many people out cleaning, but the people there were mainly of the older generation. Suddenly, I hear the voices of young girls laughter and I look up to see three of my young students heading towards me. I couldn't help but to smile and I called to them, "Did you come just to see me?" We all laughed and they began to look around at the old graves near me, one asked, "Who is this? Do you know?" I told her yes, that was my husband's great great grandfather, Sherrie Moran and the road I live on is named after him. I told her to look at the dates, see how old it is? He was born in the 1800's. They were impressed. They began to ask me questions on how do you manage to clean the graves without stepping on where the person was buried, among other things. Their mother walked over curious to see just whom their daughter's were conversing with at the cemetery, and she told me how they came home talking about the sugar skull lesson and also about how similar our cultures were. I was happy to know that not only did the girls get something out of the art lesson but that they also just might be the next generation to carry on the tradition after all. <br />
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These are the words used in the heading of Charles Norville Roth's obituary. I had not thought much of him before other than trying to add his children and theirs to my family tree. He was the first cousin of my great grandfather and I knew the family were large landholders, but finding his obituary gave me a little more insight as to who they were. This obituary was a wonderful testament to a man that was well thought of in the community. A man who had strong character and beliefs. A well educated man who used his skills to help further his community and whose ideals were held in esteem by his peers. </div>
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He was born and raised in Plaquemine, Iberville Parish, where he was a successful merchant and planter. The Roth family (pronounced Row) was an old and distinguished French one. As a business associate of Jacob McWilliams, he ran the mercantile of Roth & McWilliams. Charles held with McWilliams the interest in several large plantations such as, Medora, Upper Irma and Myrtle Grove. He was also the administrator of the Gay estate.</div>
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His parents were Charles Norville Roth Sr. and his mother Marie Angelique Marioneaux. Charles married twice, his first wife being Zulma Beck. He married again in 1901 to Elizabeth Walsh and the two of them resided in New Orleans at 479 Broadway until his death. He and Elizabeth had two sons. </div>
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During the Civil War his brother Eugene N. Roth joined the service and fought in the war. Charles decided he was needed at home to continue with family business and render aid the best he could from there. He worked during the war as factor for Iberville Parish.</div>
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Charles built the Roth building and the People's Bank and had many investments in local real estate. His biggest claim to fame of the time though seems to stem from his amazing mathematical abilities. His obit states many times how he marveled people at his being able to take large sums and figure them correctly in his head. </div>
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He was called a gentleman of the old school, one who despised the modern ways and modern speech. A relic of the antebellum era, one can wonder what he would think of his city today?</div>
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07223736191643583086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748084880807448655.post-87938905232631396942014-03-01T09:19:00.001-08:002017-07-12T09:09:46.404-07:00Book ReviewI just have to tell you about this book I have been reading! If you are interested in Hancock County Mississippi, its rich history and folk lore then this is the perfect book for you. Written by Russell B. Guerin a Gulf Coast native, historian and fellow blogger, the book is entitled; <i><br /></i><br />
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<i>Early Hancock County A Few of Her People and Some of Their Stories</i></div>
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The book covers the whole Pirate House mystery, which I especially enjoyed <i> </i>because this was one of the tales my Grandfather would often tell me as a child. He would tell of Lafitte and his band of Pirates and how his grandfather had told him these same stories that <i>his </i>father had told him. He told of buried family valuables and the pirates coming ashore. My grandfather as a child made a game out of hunting for treasure on the very shores the pirates once walked. </div>
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The book covers the Civil War in Hancock County, Slavery, the Choctaws and much more. I highly recommend this book for your personal library. But, you better order today because they are going fast! </div>
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Marguerite Sauvestre died in La Rochelle, France on June 18, 1717.<br />
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After the death of his wife Jean Arluc quickly remarried to Catherine Bazil on November 5, 1717 and just a year later signed on to the Company of the West to go to the Louisiana Colony.<br />
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The family arrived to the Louisiana Colony aboard the Marechal de Villiers. Jean Arluc died six years after his arrival to Louisiana. His son Jean left Louisiana to return to La Rochelle, France where he there married Magdeleine Gautreau. He possibly left behind an illegitimate son in Louisiana. <br />
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Marie Marguerite Arluc (aka Arlu, and Arlut) married Andre Carriere in Mobile, Al on July 24, 1719. They had Andre, Marie Josephe, and Anne Marie Carriere. Andre Carriere died around 1723. Marie Marguerite remarried Francois Louis Tisserand (aka Tixerand) in 1724. They had a son, Adrien Tixerand who married Marie Ann Laloire. Their daughter Pelagie Tixerand married Jean Baptiste Saucier, son of Henri Saucier and Barbe LaCroix.<br />
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Marianne Arluc (aka Arlu, and Arlut) married Jean Baptiste Favre around 1720 in Mobile, Al. They had three sons, Jean Baptiste, Jean Claude, and Jean Simon Favre. She married a second time to Francois Parent and had the following children, Francois, Claude, Catherine and Charles Parent.<br />
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I have the privilege of having Marie Marguerite Arlu Tixerand as being my 7th great grandmother from my Saucier line, as well as her sister Marianne Arlu Favre being my 7th great grandmother through my Favre line.<br />
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Joseph Girardy was a native of France and lived on Bayou St. John in Louisiana. He first married a woman named Francoise Julienne. Many claim she was an Indian woman. They had a daughter Angelique Girardy. Joseph was then married to Marie Jeanne Henry who was the daughter of Nicholas Henry and Elizabeth Houmard. They had four daughters together, Marie Jeanne, Marie Louise, Marie Rose, and Marie Francoise Girardy.<br />
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Joseph Girardy was given a land claim of 5 arpents by 40 arpents deep on May 27, 1719 on Bayou St. John. </div>
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Angelique Girardy married first, Alain Dugue who died in 1729. She then married J.B. Rejas Laprade in 1730 and in 1739 married again to Laurent Lerable. They had a son also named Laurent Lerable.</div>
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Marie Jeanne Girardy married Paul Barre on 07 Oct 1726 they had a large family, Marie Jeanne, Cecile, Charlotte, Charles, Louise, Eugene , Marie Francoise, and Marie Josephe Barre.</div>
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Marie Louise Girardy married Louis Langlois on 06 Feb 1739, and later married Charles Loreins Tarascon in 1752. </div>
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Marie Rose Girardy married Jean Baptiste Saucier on 06 Apr 1740, they had Julien, Jean Baptiste, Laurent, and Marie Rose Saucier. Marie Rose Girardy married secondly to Louis Duvernay on November 18, 1747 they had Louis, Marie Louise, Nicholas, Antoine, Marie Pelagie, Elizabeth, Jeanne Marie, Felicite, Franocis Girard, Brigette, and Francois Duvernay.</div>
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Marie Francoise Girardy married Joseph Milon on 20 Jun 1734 and they had Jacques Milon. She married a second time to Joseph Trottier des Ruisseaux in 1744 and they had Marie Elizabeth Trottier.</div>
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