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I use to go crabbing and fishing with him. As I was his fishing partner, I carried the nets and at times ran ahead to his local Bootlegger to pick up his bottle of moonshine. He always said to have her put in some sweet lucy. In those days she knew who I was and there was no problem.
How Uncle John made a living I do not know. As I recall he never had a regular job. But he and I did pick some beans and other crops that we were hired to pick. I remember I thought I was pretty good. I could pick more snap beans than Uncle John. We were paid by the hamper.
He also sold razor blades, shoe strings, etc. at the picture show when it let out. Uncle John said it was an embarrassment to some. So, I guess he was not quite up to par for some of us.
As far as I know he and Uncle George Seuzeneau were close .
When we moved to McDonaldville, LA, Uncle John stayed in Bay St. Louis and I understand he stayed at the "poor house" until he died.
Donald T. Blanchard -
My first recollection of Uncle John was that Grandma Blanchard on her deathbed asked Papa to find her baby brother and look after him. Papa told this story many times. About a year after Grandma died, Papa was on his laundry route with a new driver and this guy said, "Look at that damn fool on the sidewalk with a pair of mules." Papa said, "Stop, that is my long lost uncle." Shortly after that Papa announced that Uncle John was coming to live with us.
J
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