Alphabet File page 105

Because of fear of flooding, I sold my little castle the year before Hurricane Betsy hit the Coast.  It's a good thing I did.  Water was ten feet inside the house. Another reason why I sold; the porpoises were gone, the crabs were gone, swimming in the Bayou was dangerous and fishing was very poor.

 

My little cottage has now been remolded into a beautiful house with a fireplace and rugs on the floor and a very large yacht parked at my (I wish) pier.

 

Lets all pray that a Bay St. Louis Cleanup Commission will be formed, imitating the Lake Pontchartrain Cleanup Commission in New Orleans.  Bring back the old days and we wont need gambling to fill our coffers.

 

My present home at 128 Felicity St. was constructed in the 1950's by Mr. Jimmy Larrouax who built several other houses in this same block including his own at 127 Felicity.  The house at 126 Felicity, now owned by the Van Zandt family, was originally used as army barracks and was moved to this site after World War II.  Mr. Wesley Mcarthur, now in his 80's, lives at 131 Felicity.  He told me that my property was at one time a potato farm.  Some man from Chicago came to Bay St. Louis and offered to buy several carloads of potatoes.  A few carloads were shipped but this arrangement fell through after just one year.

 

June , 1991

 

Cue & Gex Const. Co. Inc. Necaise Ave. (Ph 55)

 

Cue, Mr. Emile, the mill owner and prince merchant of Kiln, was mingling with his many friends in the Bay this week. (SCE 10/29/1892)

 

Cue, Mr. and Mrs. Emile, of Kiln, were in the Bay on Tuesday. (SCE 12/17/1892)

 

  Cue, Mr. Emile, the prince merchant of Kiln, was in the Bay Monday.  (SCE 3/11/1893) see: Circuit Court article (SCE 10/28/1893)

 

Cue Oil Co. Inc., Necaise Av. (Ph 48 thru 50, 55)

 

Cuevas, A. R., (Wb C pg 57) Decd. Wife: Mailta Cuevas. Probate Jan. 16, 1924. T.A.Breath, J.P.

 

Cuevas, Agnes - AARP (American Association of Retired Persons) installed officers.  Mrs. Marie Ryann of Biloxi was installing officer.  Joseph Servat, president; Mrs. Urban Stork, first vice-president; Charles Mommus, second vice-president; Agnes Cuevas, recording secretary; Ada Pollard, treasurer; Joseph Murrow, Assistant Treasurer; Mrs. A. M.  Thomas, president of the Blue Jeans Garden Club; Mrs.  Prima Wusnack, administrator of the library; Mrs. Beulah Peterson, club treasurer; and Mrs. Rose Everd looked on.  (Photo, Hawk, 1/22/76)

 

Cuevas, Miss Armantine (Mrs. J. C. Mauffray), mother of Joseph O. Mauffray.

 

Cuevas, Della Marcelle m Turnbough, James Theodore 9-29-1990 (PC&C)

 

Cuevas, Don Juan.  Bio-sketch. (BSL 100 pg 28).

 

Cuevas, Don Juan De, Mansion - Location? (BSL 100 Yrs pg

 

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Cuevas, Donatien, (Wb C. pg 229. #3506) Decd. Wife: Edwina Cuevas, Exec.  Children: Lorina Sones, Corrine Williams, Lillie Harriel, Louise L. Cuevas. Filed April 7, 1927. H. L. Kergosien, Favre Clk. Carver, D. C.

 

Cuevas, Dozie, dau born July 23, 1929 (SCE 9/20/1929) (FM)

 

Cuevas, Elsie May, died July 3, 1929 (SCE 9/20/1929) (FM)

 

Cuevas, Francoise. (Wb A pg 23,24) Decd. Wife: Felicite Cuevas, Son: Francoise Cuevas, Jr. 1849. Witnesses: P. N. Gaudin and Dimitry Canna. 20 Jan 1866.

 

Cuevas, George A., r Fenton (Ph 48 thru 50, 55)

 

Cuevas, James J. - REMEMBERANCES OF 1849.

  Mr. Cuevas, grandson of Jean Cuevas of Cat Island sat on the porch at Beauvoir in 1922, a blind Confederate Veteran, and reminisced with Zoe Posey about his youth in Bay St. Louis.

  The following from the Times Picayune, Sunday May 7, 1922: You want to know about my grandfather?  He died at Cat Island in 1849 when nearly a hundred years old, and was buried there.  Later a tomb was built and his body was taken to the Biloxi Cemetery where his family is buried. Thus started James A. Cuevas in telling me his recollections of the Mississippi coast in the years before the Civil War.

  My grandfather was the father of eleven children, all of whom lived to be grown and had families of their own. Their names were:  Fancois, Louis, Ellen, Bridget, who were born at Deer Island, Peter, Ferdinand, Celestine, Euphrazine, Hypolite, Juanita and Raymond, the last being my father, they were all born at Cat Island.

  The first thing I can remember - and I heard it so often afterwards, was a great party which my grandfather gave at Cat Island.  This was in 1844, and people came from Old Chimney, Bay St. Louis, Pass Christian and Rotten Bayou ­about six boatloads - big boats too.  Well great preparations were made.  Mr. Guardia, who knew more about cooking than anybody in that country, supervised the cooking of all the meat.  The chickens were bled and stuffed with oysters and baked, as were the geese, ducks, pigs, - everything was stuffed with fine seasoning.  Two tables were always ready; one with heavy food and the other with all kinds of liquors, cakes, candies and fine things. There was one hundred pounds of candy, gum-drops filled with liquor, rock and stick candy - these were the only candies made then; pound cake, teacakes, cakes covered with chocolate, all fine, fine.  Well, they danced and danced. Backstep, frontstep, fandango, reel, cotillion, waltz, polka, two-step polka.  They danced by fiddle and when one set of musicians were tired, others took their place. There was everything to drink - yes, whiskey too - plenty of it, but nobody got drunk; they were used to it.  The party lasted eight days - and nights too - for they danced sometime all night.  They did not sleep much for they were having a grand time.  They ate and ate and it could have lasted eight days more for there was enough food for it. Expensive? Why no.  Sugar cost 1 1/4 cents a pound; meat, all kinds 2 1/2 cents; flour $2.50 and $2.75 a barrell ­there were two grades, fine and superfine and this last cost more.  Candy was 2 1/3 cents a pound, and we had everything on the island, so there was “little to buy”.  Besides, my grandfather was rich, rich, not what people call rich now, maybe, but very rich for that day. He raised stock, cows, horses, everything on the island.  Butchers came to the island from New Orleans and bought cattle by the boatloads.  He raised all kinds of vegetables, especially potatoes which he sent to the city, as well as fish and oysters,  Oh yes, he made a great deal of money.

  One day in July 1820, my grandfather saw a barge run ashore at Goose Point - one end of the island.  He waded out and saw two men shoveling sand in order that the boat might get off.  They refused assistance or advise.  Strange sounds were heard aboard.  My grandfather came ashore and got Mr. Ferris, a man who had participated in the Battle of New Orleans and who had come to the island to visit my grandfather to whom he was greatly attached.  They boarded the vessel and found the captain chained hand and foot to the cabin floor.  He could not speak for weakness.  They tied up the two men in the boat, took the captain ashore and put him in a warm, nice bed, and my grandmother fed him weak soup, a tablespoonfull at a time.  They took the men to Bay St. Louis where they were put in the calaboose from which one escaped, and the other was hanged after trial by military law.  My grandfather and Mr. Ferris continued on to New Orleans and informed the insurance company of the occurrence.  The insurance people sent over and brought the Captain to New Orleans laden with silk goods of the greatest value.

  My grandfather had a brother living on Deer Island, John Joseph ], and I liked to visit him.  Deer Island then was only about a quarter of a mile from Biloxi.  It looked just like a channel, the mater between, not much wider, both the Biloxi side and the island having gone gradually into the water.  I was a bad little boy and with my cousins, we would run the cows and deer into the water to watch them swim over. Drowned?  No, it was not far, and they always came back.