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I loved going to the Bay and remember the wonderful times spent with Uncle tfartin , Aunt Olivia, and their family, I can still see ny ruined Shirley Temple dress from being pulled into Mr. Eddy's pond by Dupont and Martie.... And this was after Daddy had defied me of going swirrming. Maima was in panic.
I remember only a very few of oiurgrandparents generation: Grandfather Blanchard (I called him Pa Pa) looked very much like Abe Lincoln arei had beautiful blue eyes. I remember his holding Andre while dying in his bed at heme. He was terribly jaundiced then.
Mama took me with her to visit Pa Pa's brother, Clairvdlle, in the old Charity Hospital and I looked out if the window the entire time at the fire station and engines across the street. He died the same year as Mama.
I knew Grandmother Blanchard (Mere) well. She would sing to me in French when I was small. Her sister was Aunt Nannite(?) and her husband was Uncle"Boy" Perry. They had a bakery in Bay St. Louis which we visited every time we went to the Bay. Both of these ladies had very large goiters. Luckily there is iodized salt these days this just may have been familial.
Grandmother'sbrothenfclncle Albert Seuzeneau and Aunt Dodie were two of my favorites. They lived across the street from St. James the Major Church and I would wait at their house for Caddy when I had catechism classes. They had reared Aunt Dodie's nephew, Arthur Baudier. He arri his wife One raid lived with Aunt Dodie and Uncle Albert and were also good friends.
Thinking back to put this on paper has made me very sad. We forget so easily how short life really is and how important we are to each other. Perhaps this will make us all a little more attentive.
Lovingly,