Heda's Memories of a Stormy Night and more...

  • By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home
  • 02 Apr, 2015
On our first writing day, I was happy to see Heda with her head down and writing as though she had lots to say. When I was leaving, she told me that her story had to do with an event that happened many years ago and she would like to have the exact date. I told her I would research a bit and I realized that I had a book called “One Hundred Years of the Upper Teche, Arnaudville, Louisiana, by Roger Baudier, Sr., K. S. G., Official Chronicler – Archdiocese of New Orleans.

The book is “The story of the origin and development of Arnaudville, the community, its Catholic church, its schools, its business establishments and its industries of the vicinity, compiled for the celebration of the Centennial of St. Francis Regis Church May, 1953 under the direction of its pastor, Rev. Daniel Bernard.” (page 1)

I brought the book to Heda and today, April 2, 2015, for the Apostleship of Prayer, Nonco Group, she returned the book, along with her hand-written story excerpted in part from the book. It follows:

“La Jonction,” meaning “the junction” is our little town which got its name by the meeting of the two bayous, the Teche and Bayou Fuselier. It is also where St. Landry and St. Martin parishes border. When Arnaudville was incorporated on February 17, 1870, La Jonction was given the name “Arnaudville,” a thriving community of the land of cotton, daughter of the Teche, center of rich farming area, central point for sugar cane, oil, yams, cotton, cattle, cabbage, corn, soy beans, hogs, chickens, fruits, vegetables, pecans, peanuts, figs, persimmon and grapes.

Farming has been the backbone of the community and brought about higher standards of living that are a far-cry from the days of long ago. Those were the days of Kush-Kush, pain mais, grits, salt meat, candlelight, cottonades and home-made furnishings in the unpainted “maison a bardeaux,” meaning house shingles.

In the 1950’s, farmers had butane gas and worked the fields with tractors. Homes had deep freezers, refrigerators, radios and fans, all of which came with rural electricity. Now, we also have rice and crawfish farms (and television and computers!).

In 1885, real estate agents said “the town of Arnaudville is in a splendid farming region with excellent citizens contributing to its trade. Here is also found a church and school house that speaks for the piety and intelligence of the people. In this section are found some of the most fertile lands of our parish. Land sells at $5 to $15 per acre according to location and improvements. “

Such has been the origin and development of the town of Arnaudville, center of a rich farming district that grew up around its first modest chapel started by the generous Arnaud family under the zealous direction of the Jesuit Fathers who did so much for St. Landry and St. Martin parishes and for all of Louisiana. Through their educational and missionary work, a town that has come to full stature around its now imposing house of worship, which was the center of the 1953 Centennial.

Nearby in the old cemetery lie many of the pioneers who helped to make Arnaudville and who worshipped at its historic church. They, as well as the pastors down over 160 years, who directed the spiritual destinies of the people of the Upper Teche are gratefully and reverently remembered, for together, pastors and people gave us Arnaudville and its thriving section of today. And, it was not always easy.

On December 22, 1916, the old rectory, the original parish chapel, caught fire and was destroyed.

The year 1917 saw America again at war. Flags blossomed out all through the Teche country, as loyal sons of Acadiens marched off willingly to defend the nation. Anxious parents came more faithfully and regularly to Church to pray for their safeguard and for peace.

Another tragic event was the great flood of 1927. Since that time, the government has built the levee system that we see at Henderson.

The Teche country was not exempt from bad influences and priests serving that area had much to undergo, many trials to suffer and much patience to practice. Their long-suffering and their perseverance built up the heritage of faith that we enjoy today. Not many realized the sacrifices and tedious labors of the Jesuit Fathers in the vast mission field that they tilled from the Atchafalaya down to the Gulf, arduous journeys on horseback, in buggies and in boats, to reach souls entrusted to their care, and to preserve for them their ancient Acadian faith.

La Jonction was part of that great mission field. I was fortunate in being the beneficiary of their courage, determination and zeal regardless of the dismal attitudes of the day. However, all the sacrifices and labors were not in vain. Acadian loyalty to the faith was preserved, perhaps better here than in many other areas. This was traced from 1837 – 1871, nearly 35 years. Many of these fathers gave up their lives in the line of duty during the yellow fever epidemic of 1867, wars, floods, fire which destroyed property and crops—Depression

My Papa, was Albert Hardy. His first wife was Lucy Lormand and together they had nine children: Moise, Rudolph, Rodney “So,” Ida, Sidney, Hilda (she was just 18 when she died), Enola (she went to live with an aunt in Texas and went to work), Lester (was in the military and became a druggist), and Edwin “Boon.” After Lucy passed away, Papa married my mother, Ezola Chautin, in 1936, and together they have four children: Heda, Elrick (he also died young), James and Margie. I don’t remember in what year but we moved to St. Martin Parish near Bayou Portage.

I do know that the older boys: Moise, Lester and Rodney were in the military. As raw land was cheap to buy, Moise and maybe the other boys who were in the military would send money to Papa for him to buy land. Papa was the overseer on the Singleton Plantation. Life was hard. It was the days when oxen were used to clear the land, hauling huge logs and in the sugarcane season, the ox were the beast of burden. I was born there in town on the Singleton farm; but, Papa and his older sons bought property in St. Martin Parish and eventually we moved near Bayou Portage. The youngest boy of Papa’s first marriage we called “Boon.” He still lived at home and he worked hard with Papa clearing the land and farming. Papa became sick and was brought to his son Rudolph’s home in town so that Papa could be closer to the doctor. In 1944, Papa passed away, leaving Mom with 4 young children.

After the war, Moise came home and his house was next to where we lived. Sidney had married Euzie and they had two children, Lucas and Mathilde, who we called “Mat.” After Sidney passed away, Euzie married Moise, her brother-in-law, and they had a daughter, Nancy.

Just before Easter, one tragic event that struck the community of Arnaudville was a tornado. At 1:40 a.m. on April 4, 1952, Father Bernard, the then pastor of St. Francis Regis Church remarked that when he arose before dawn, “we noticed that there were no lights in the rectory or the church. As I opened the front door, I was met by Sam Hardy, who had come to get me, and he related to me the great catastrophe. We raced across the fields, and as we went, we saw the havoc. Some 30 homes totally destroyed. We went to where lay the known dead: Alexis “Sirop” Olivier, his wife, Suzie, and 2 children, Shirley and Pearl. I anointed them all. Then, I went around among the terrified people, all dazed at the fate of the Olivier family.”

We lived by Moise and Euzie. They cared for us because Mom was sick. My Mom was always terrified of bad weather. But, God Almighty let her sleep until she noticed the house was shaking. Has we gotten out of the house, the flying depris would probably have hurt us badly or killed us.

The sky was lit up with lightning. Mom, my baby sister Margie and I were in one room. James and Elrick were in the other. Margie still slept in her high iron baby bed. Mom bent down to pick up Margie and at the same time the force of the wind blew our house off the blocks and the armoire fell on the iron baby bed. I slept in the double bed near the window. I had covered my eyes with my arm because the lightning was so intense; but, the wind blew out the window and the glass flew in my face. I was cut on my arm and chin and I was bleeding. The gas pipes were broken.

By then, the neighbors from all around were coming to help. They brought us to Euzie and Moise’s next door. Moise was walking around and did not realize that his house had separated in two. He fell down and cut his leg real bad. Euzie’s mama, Mrs. Mathilde Dugas, who was very old lived with them. The windows from the glass porch where she slept were also blown out. What saved her was the sheet rock that fell on top of her bed. She suffered only a broken arm. At day break they brought Mrs. Mathilde, Moise and I to the doctor in town.

Mr. Sennett was a man who lived on Moise’s property and helped on the farm. Their whole house was demolished with only the floor left. The wind blew one of his girls on a mattress across the fields. The mattress landed up in a tree. The girl was not hurt but she sure was lost for a while.

There is a nurse here called Selina who treats wounds. We got to talking and we figured out that she is a cousin to Mr. Sennett’s daughter who was blown on the mattress in that tornado. It’s a small world.

As Easter was approaching, “Mom Euz,” as we called Euzie, had made Mat and I each a voile dress. We were just at an age when we could start going to the dance and we were looking forward to this special occasion. We had our dresses hung on the closet not to wrinkle them. How we cried when we saw our dresses all full of mud!

We always had fresh chicken eggs to boil and dye for Easter. After all of the commotion of the tornado, there was sure a change of plans. We were thankful to have saved our lives.

  I read in the book “One Hundred Years of the Upper Teche” that the funeral of the Oliviers brought out a crowd of nearly 3,000 to the new church. A lot of the men of the community had stopped going to church. They were faced with so many hardships. The priest was shocked for there were people from all over who came to the funeral because this was such a tragedy. When a buggy stopped at a farm house and Jean Baptiste was there all dressed up, you could hear: “Ga tu vas descender a l’egluise toi ausse?” “Tu sais, je va ecouter ca gui dit--ca fait penser, hein?” (Look, you will come to the church you too. You see, I want to hear what will be said—It makes you think, huh?)

A cross has gleamed over the tree tops where the waters of Bayou Fuselier connect with Bayou Teche. That cross has pointed heavenward on “La Maison du Bon Dieu,” (the House of God). All trails and roads and paths led to it because it marked for the Acadiens of old, for the prospering farmers of yesterday and for the citizens of today, the place where God abides, His home among the people.

Life moved on after that tornado. I married Frank Kidder and we had two children, Francine and Jude. We always loved to dye Easter eggs. Francine has two girls, Jennah who is in 8th grade and Hannah who is a dental assistant.

Religion plays a big role in our lives. Jude, and his wife Stephanie also have two children. Cameron is 14 and Miranda is 17.   I am proud that they are Altar Servers. Who knows, they may become a priest or a nun someday.

My children and grandchildren loved my Black Pot Holiday Dinners when we sat around the table and enjoyed being together and the good food. The grandchildren also loved leaving with a “care package” to enjoy with the memories of happy times together.

Thank you, Heda!

We are grateful for Heda’s memories of that fateful Easter when a tornado brought destruction to Arnaudville and for including some of the information from the centennial book.

Some of the residents would like to write stories but have not written in years. And, some have never attended school. Please consider serving as a scribe and more memoirs will be captured. We share them here on the nursing home website and we give a copy to the contributor. If you want to join me, just give me a call. You will enjoy these wonderful people! 337-523-5832.

Around Our Home Away From Home, Our Stories

By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 18 Oct, 2017
Thursday, October 12, 2017, is Movie Time! Once a month, Sandy Esteve and I host a movie. Sandy installs a curtain over the window next to the television. The Activities Directors pop popcorn, lights are dimmed and "My Fair Lady" is on. A whole movie is just too long so we watched the first half in the morning and then it was lunch and nap time. Sandy and I returned at 2:00 p.m. for the second half of that eight Academy Award winner with Rex Harrison and Audrey Hepburn. It was a hit! We are thinking of showing "The King and I" next month; but, one of the gentlemen(?), who is in his 90's, thinks we should show a Playboy flick instead!

On Mondays at 2:30 p.m., it is Bingo time. Usually, there are about 35 residents who play. This week, 38 showed up.  The residents love Bingo and I would think that this is a great activity for senior citizens. Gloria Hebert, one of the regulars, says "Bingo works your mind."

I don't know what prompted me to volunteer to call Bingo; but, I am so happy I did. I love it as much as the residents. Everyone is always eager to start and the Activities Directors tell me that I cannot break the rules and start early. I have to start at 2:30. So, about 2:15 or so, with mic in hand, I start my little program. We pray an Our Father and we recite the Pledge of Allegiance and then, we practice shouting BINGO!! I am old too, I tell my resident friends. My hearing is failing. After I can hear them shouting Bingo! easily, we move on to hand, arm and neck exercises. No, the residents are not eager to exercise but, they put up with me because they love Bingo.

Gloria Hebert plays two Bingo cards--one for herself and one for her husband, Lloyd, who patiently sits next to her. Lloyd has Alzheimer's. He looks as though he is in perfect health and very strong.  After visiting with Gloria following Bingo last Monday, I understand just how damaging that disease can be, not only to the patient, but to the caregiver as well. I recalled Nicholas Sparks' "The Notebook" as I sat chatting with Gloria after the nurse wheeled Lloyd to their room.

Gloria was born in Pointe-aux-Chens, a community in Terrebonne Parish near Montegut. The story of the life of Lloyd and Gloria Hebert  continues:

"My family lived in Houma. We moved there when I started high school. My parents had six children, three boys and three girls. I still have a sister and two brothers who live in Houma. I have one sister who was a French teacher who lives in Alabama. The others are deceased.

"I graduated from Terrebonne High in June and got married to Lloyd Hebert in July. Lloyd was born in Chauvin and we met in high school in the General Science class. I couldn't draw worth a hoot  and  Lloyd did my drawings for me. It was the start of our wonderful life. Through life, dancing was one of our favorite activities.  My dad had a dance  hall in Pointe-aux-Chens.  I was brought up in there and learned to dance at a young age. Seems like Lloyd always knew how to dance.  He and I have danced many a dance, at home and whenever we had the opportunity.  Even now, I dance a bit in our room at the nursing home.
 
"Lloyd joined the Marines after graduating from high school and was stationed in North Carolina where we lived as newly weds. We also lived in South Carolina before Lloyd was discharged and we returned to Houma. We both went to work in a shrimp canning company in Houma. Lloyd was a Jack's Cookie man for ten years. He was transferred from Houma to Hammond.  At one time, Lloyd and I lived in New Orleans where our two oldest children were born. My dad was an oyster man. Lloyd went to work for him at the French Market. Lloyd would stay there at night and sell sacks of oysters.

"I've been involved with the seafood business for most of my life--first with my dad, and then with Lloyd when he started his own seafood company. Lloyd went into business with Albert "Tubby" Lyons, a man who ran for State Representative at one time. He and Lloyd formed a partnership but when Tubby passed away, his wife took over the business. Lloyd went to work selling oilfield supplies and then after consulting with a lawyer, he decided to open his own company. We rented a building in Moss Bluff for our retail and wholesale seafood business.

"Lloyd did his own cooking. He made, among other things, stuffed crabs, stuffed shrimp, boiled crawfish and etouffees. After we got that running well,  we opened a restaurant in Moss Bluff close to Highway 171. We bought a grocery store and converted it into our restaurant which we named 'Lloyd's Cajun Kitchen.' Lloyd developed his recipes and prepared the food. He cooked everything. All kinds of seafood. At one time, we started with steaks but people were too picky. For one customer, Lloyd fixed three steaks before that customer was satisfied. The next day, we took steaks off the menu.

"The restaurant and seafood business was a lot of work for Lloyd. In addition to all of the regular work, he would drive to Houma to pick up the seafood--oysters, shrimp, etc., he needed.

"I worked in the business too. I did the books and when the restaurant opened at night, I worked the register. Sometimes a member of the staff would not show up and I had to pitch in. Or, the cooks would come in drunk and I would have to help there. I had to carry the trays, did dishes, whatever had to be done, I did it.

"It came a time, a Christmas Eve, when Lloyd called to tell me that he was closing for the holidays. I told him to close the restaurant and leave it closed. I told him he was no longer in a shape to do all of that work. I asked him not to post a date when we would reopen. The restaurant business is very hard work. The crowds were large. The people would stand outside. We would have had to build another restaurant or add on to the one we had to accommodate all of our many customers.  Of course, they were very disappointed when we closed. They wanted us to reopen.

"But, Lloyd had high blood pressure. He needed surgery on his knee that was hurting him.  He was in no shape to be working.  In the end, my sons had to come and help Lloyd because he was in so much pain. I never regretted closing the restaurant. It was enough."
By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 30 Aug, 2017
Lucille knows how important it is for families to leave their words for the younger generations. It is truly giving of yourself. Lucille knows who her parents and grandparents were, what they did, and what they endured. Sharing this information with her family and now the J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home community and beyond, records history. In addition, it just feels good to laugh when we relive those special family
stories.
By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 18 Aug, 2017

I've been calling Bingo on Mondays at 2:30 at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home.  It is so much fun for me and the wonderful residents seem to enjoy every minute.  At first, I struggled to hear their "Bingo" calls.  So, on my second visit, I explained that I, too, was old and my ears were not as good as they once were. I asked everyone to shout BINGO!! And, they did. We practiced several times. Next, I told them about my stiff fingers and several admitted that they too had stiff hands and fingers. So, a few hand exercises and stretches (and lots of laughs) followed and then everyone was ready for that first Bingo game.  

But, although I love to call Bingo, today, August 7, 2017,  I had something else in mind. I asked the Activities Directors, Mary and Andrea, if I could visit Lena Miller instead. Of course, they agreed and they happily called Bingo Monday.

Facebook is an amazing way to connect with people. Tracy Petit Frederick sent me a message via Facebook regarding a picture of Cecelia Elementary School children..  Tracy's husband, Craig Frederick, is a nephew of Lena's.  And, Lena and Craig share a birthday, August 10th.  Tracy told me that Uncle Luther, Aunt Anna and Craig were taking Lena to Little Big Cup, a restaurant in Arnaudville, to celebrate Lena and Craig's birthday last week. It would be Lena's 88th!

Tracy said:  "Since she  (Lena) has been in the Nursing Home, we have made an annual tradition to take her to lunch. Her brother Luther and sister Anna come with us and we are occasionally joined by other siblings when they are available."

The contact with Tracy made me want to write the Lena Frederick Miller Story. In addition, Tracy volunteered to send pictures and bio. I was on my way!

On Monday, I walked to Lena's room.  There are two beds in the room. The first bed was empty and a lady slept peacefully in the other. I walked back to the Nurses Station and asked if Lena Miller was in the second bed? She confirmed that was Lena's bed and so I went back and sat in Lena's comfortable chair for about 15 minutes. She did not stir. She continued her soft, easy breathing. I wrote her a note on an Apostleship of Prayer leaflet for August, left it on her bedside table and decided I would have to try again another day.

Several of my friends were sitting in the hallway and I shook hands and got hugs and I just hated to leave. So, I decided to visit with Bertha Powell and Rita Bouterie down Hall A.  As I entered their room, they were trying to open the water pitcher to get ice for their cups. I joined in the action. Soon, problem solved,  I was sitting on Bertha's bed and we were visiting like three teenagers. I took my phone out and showed Rita and Bertha their nursing home website stories and pictures that  Sandy Esteve and I had written and a whole hour passed in friendly conversation and much laughter. I got my goodbye hugs and started down the hall and without thinking I was at Lena's door. She was sitting on her bed.  I introduced myself and soon another hour had gone by.

It is easy and comfortable to talk with Lena. It was like I had known her all of my life. She grew up in Parks, the second child of Arista Frederick and Edia Guidry.  After Lena married Joseph Miller, they continued to live in Parks. Some people call Joseph "Joe"  and some call him "U.J." and Lena calls him "J." The couple had two children: Lisa Kay and Lonnie. Lisa, like her parents and grandparents before her, lives in the Parks area. Lonnie and his family live in St. Martinville, but not far from  New Iberia. Lena lovingly sings their praises. She is a much-loved mother, grandmother, aunt, great aunt, sister and friend. She told me she had been at J. Michael Morrow for two years. Then, she said: "Two years here and nine years a widow."

For some, the above words would be uttered with sadness; but, not for Lena Miller. It is evident how much she misses her mother and her husband, a sister, a brother and other loved ones she has lost. But, Lena has courage and she makes the most of her life at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home. Her family has helped her make the adjustment from home to her "Home Away From Home." They visit and bring her lots of pictures of her loved ones.  Some of the pictures are in beautiful frames on her window sill.  Having those pictures are very important to her and that helps her keep loved ones fresh in her mind. Lena keeps up with her large extended family.

While I visited, I started taking picture off of her bulletin board over her bed and I would ask her to tell me about the person in the picture. One was Lena pictured with Emily and Mary, two of the nurses at J. Michael Morrow. When she looked at the picture, she kissed it. She explained that Emily and Mary had gotten her to walk again after a bad fall and hip injury.  It became necessary for the nurses to bathe her in bed and she was so very grateful.  When I turned the picture over, it was labeled:  "Restorative Grad, 6-16-2016." Lena's courage helps her deal with whatever comes her way, even injuries that require long hours of therapy. 

So, how did Lena meet a boyfriend back in those days? Lena met "J" Miller through a girlfriend. Lena and "J" enjoyed a long courtship. "J" became "Joe" to his Army buddies while he served his country in the Korean Conflict.  When he came home on leave, he wanted to marry Lena; but, she chose to wait until his military service was over.  She doesn't exactly remember the details; but, it was  the custom at the time for the man to ask the father permission to marry his daughter. Lena is certain "J" asked her Dad for her hand in marriage and in a few months, the couple was honeymooning in Port Arthur, Texas. It was the farthest Lena had traveled from home. "J" had a brother, Francis, and his wife Merilla Miller, who lived in Port Arthur and, as that too was the custom, the newly married couple honeymooned with Francis and Merilla.

Tracy wrote this about her husband's aunt: "On May 2, 1953, she married Joseph Miller, called 'U.J.' at St. Joseph's Catholic Church in Parks. She and U.J. lived next door to her parents in Parks."  Tracy explains that the genealogy comes from two other members of the family.  Lena's sister in law Grace, the wife of Steve, and, Lena's daughter Lisa Kaye have done a wonderful job researcing and writing stories about this close extended family.

Lena explains that she was petite and for her wedding, she chose a light blue suit which was purchased from La Parisienne on Jefferson Street in Lafayette. The suit did not open in the middle but was shaped in a large scallop on the left side and had many tiny buttons for a very special look. Her hat was the prettiest she had ever had. It fit Lena perfectly. Most hats were large on her head but her wedding hat was comfortable. There were many beautiful tiny white and pink flowers over the matching light blue hat. Lena is proud of the many compliments she received on her wedding day.  She explained that the hat had cost almost as much as the suit.   

With much enthusiasm, Lena recalled a trip to Nashville, Tennessee! Lena and three or four friends visited Nashville and had a wonderful time. She loves country music and in her lifetime, Lena loved to sing country music. That brought her great pleasure and she lights up just thinking about it.

By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 07 May, 2017
By Sandy Esteve with Betty Roy

As this is my first interview of a member of the Morrow community, I was a little anxious. But, as I walked into Rita’s room, I was immediately struck by her collection of art work and supplies. Fortunately for me, Rita was eager to share and an easy conversation followed.

Rita was born in New Orleans, July 20, 1941 and lived in the New Orleans area. She had one brother and one step brother. Rita lost her brother Ralph when he was only 36 years old. He was married and had 2 children.
Her mother was Mildred Landry Perez and her father was Ernest Perez. He died when she was only 5. The family moved to Lafayette to be near her mother’s sister and brother.

Rita graduated from Mount Carmel High School in 1959 and then attended USL, now UL of Louisiana, where she met Larry Roberts, who would become her first husband. They married in 1960 and moved to St. Bernard Parish. They had a daughter Karen and four sons, Larry, Harvey, Brian, and Adam, when her husband and the father of her children died.
She later married Oral “Bob” Bouterie and they lived in Chalmette. He was older than Rita and she describes him as a “calm person.” She received her LPN from Chalmette Community College and worked at Chalmette General Hospital and later with doctors.

Later in life, Rita lost her beloved husband Bob, but she stayed in Chalmette.

And then, Katrina happened in 2005. Rita lost everything, but her biggest regret is the loss of her pictures and her family recipes. She moved to Carencro to be near her daughter Karen, a Louisiana State Trooper. After she broke her back, she moved to the J. M. Morrow community.

Rita is proud of all her children. Her son Larry shows horses and customizes living quarter horse trailers in Texas. He lives across the highway from his brother Adam, who works in fencing sales. Another brother Brian is a Marine Corps Colonel and lives in Washington D.C. Harvey lives in Mississippi and works in sales.

Rita has 10 grandchildren, one is only a month old. Rita is still excited about seeing the beautiful baby boy for Easter.

Rita is a gifted artist, and she comes by it naturally! It is in her blood. Her mother was a teacher and an artist who painted. Her mother’s 6 sisters were all artists as well. She likes black and white drawing, but was not formally trained. If you have been fortunate enough to see her beautiful work, you know she didn’t need training. Teaching art here to the residents allows Rita to share her gift of art. In the collage above, you can see pictures of some of her work.

Rita loves to cook and to bake. Her favorite is roast. While visiting in Lafayette, her aunt loved her cooking so much, she would often give her money to go grocery shopping, so Rita could cook for them. Rita enjoys cooking recipes from the Telephone Pioneer Cook Book. Since I worked for the telephone company for 29 years, I am very familiar with the Telephone Pioneer Cook Book. See below.

Rita also misses New Orleans French bread. I know when I will visit New Orleans and I see the New Orleans French Bread, I will always think of Rita Bouterie.

Rita enjoys hand sewing, especially fine handkerchiefs and baby clothes, pictured in the collage.
By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 04 May, 2017
Alberta “Bertha” Journet Powell has been a member of the J. Michael Morrow Community for a while. Visiting with her made me think about the members who make up a family, how similar we are and at times, we see how different members of the same family can be. It takes all the experiences of our lives to make us who we are and it is up to the individual to choose how to be or how not to be. You can use your upbringing as a reason to do good or an excuse to do bad.

Bertha has chosen to do good. She is a kind, peaceful, smiling lady. I have known her for many years; but, it was when Annabelle “Sue Sue” Richard was Bertha’s roommate that I came to love Bertha.

I visited with Sue Sue and she shared the story of her life. It can be accessed at the following link:
http://www.jmmorrownursinghome.com/around-our-home-away-from-home-anna-belle-sue-sue-white-richard

Bertha was there in the room through Sue Sue’s illness and eventual death. I know that she brought comfort and peace to the long days before Sue Sue succumbed to her illness. Bertha says: “Sue Sue was Sue Sue. I can tell you that she suffered.”

Bertha is the daughter of Junior Journet and Viola King. She had seven brothers and four sisters and Bertha loves when the ones who are still living come to visit.

I frequently visit the residents and I bring communion to the residents who are unable to attend the weekly communion services. I never go too long without dropping in on Bertha. I know she misses Sue Sue.

Bertha and I had talked several times about writing her story. I mostly spoke to her in French because I am more comfortable speaking French. Today, I asked which she preferred French or English? Bertha did not hesitate. She told me that she prefers English. She explained that she was born and raised in Opelousas. Since her husband was from Arnaudville, Bertha moved to Arnaudville as a young bride and she soon learned that most of the people of Arnaudville spoke French.

Bertha continues her story but although there are no tears, I sense the telling brings back very sad memories. She was a twin. Bertha was actually named “Alberta.” Her twin sister was “Bertha.” When her twin sister was six years old, she contracted pneumonia and died. Bertha’s mother, Viola King Journet, must have known the sadness the remaining twin felt. She offered Alberta the opportunity to move. 

Alberta had an aunt who had never had children. So that her aunt would not be alone after her husband died, Alberta was told that she could move in with her. Alberta did and enjoyed her days with her aunt who was named Helena King Journet. Like Bertha, her aunt was also a twin. Over the years, the name, “Alberta,” was shortened to “Bertha.”

As a young woman, Bertha and her aunt attended a Catholic church and this is where she met the man who would become her husband. Eventually, he came courting at her home and when Bertha was 21, the couple decided to marry.  Murphy asked Bertha's aunt for her hand in marriage.

Bertha and Murphy “Shorty” Powell settled in Arnaudville. Shorty worked as a mechanic for Russell Olivier’s Garage and Filling Station near the Bayou Fuselier bridge. Bertha worked for Nookie and Florina Tauzin Martin for about 32 years. Nookie has passed away and now, Florina is also a resident at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home.  Bertha visits with her sometimes. Bertha remembers that when her babies came, she could bring the baby with her to work. Florina’s children played together with Bertha’s.

In more recent times, Bertha worked for Kevin Guidry Original Produce Market on Moss Street in Lafayette. Bertha doesn’t mind keeping houses in top order but she loves to cook. She can cook just about anything. She loves to bake too. Kevin Guidry had a lunch counter and Bertha worked as a cook there for a while. Since Bertha never learned to drive, she had to hitch a ride with another worker.

Murphy and Bertha had two boys, Wilton and Clifton and one girl, Debbie. Clifton suffered a stroke and passed away. Murphy, her husband,  passed away in 1980.

Debbie and Bertha lived together and enjoyed each other’s company. Bertha says: “Debbie was good to me.” At a young age, Debbie had to be placed on dialysis. Once when Debbie attended Mass at St. Catherine of Alexandria Catholic Church in Arnaudville as she did every Sunday, The priest gave Debbie a ride home. He told Bertha that he sensed Debbie was not feeling well. Bertha had cooked and she offered Debbie supper but Debbie said she was not hungry. All she wanted was her grandmother “MaMa’s” picture. Debbie held the picture on her chest and a short time later, when Bertha checked, Debbie had passed away. Bertha says: “My Mom came to get her.”

Wilton is Bertha’s only remaining child. She has many relatives in the Arnaudville area. I brought my copy of the St. Catherine’s Church Directory and Bertha enjoyed pointing out all of her friends and relatives.

At one time, Bertha worked for the Stevens Family who had moved to Arnaudville to open a mobile home plant on Hebert Road. Like many other families, the Stevens loved Bertha’s cooking.

Now, the days at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home are quiet and pleasant. It is the second time Bertha joined the community. On March 17, 2015, Bertha was admitted due to an illness.  In time Bertha was able to return to her home. A bad fall later that same year, July 30, 2015, brought Bertha back to J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home. Bertha suffered an injury to a leg that is still very painful. Bertha says that the nurses and all the workers are very good to her.  She is quick to add: “But, they don’t cook like me!”

Bertha has truly lived to love and to serve. She now shares a room with a lady called “Rita.” Rita volunteered that she could not ask for a better roommate and I know just what she means. While I visited with Bertha, my friend and fellow volunteer Sandy Esteve met with Rita and Sandy promises that her story will come next.
By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 20 Apr, 2017
´╗┐There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heavn'ly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.  

                                       Thomas Campion
By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 28 Feb, 2017
Thursday, February 2, 2017

As I was leaving the nursing home this morning, the administrator, Harriet Lofton, handed me the above picture.  J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home resident Nola LeBlanc is pictured in the Arnaudville High School group.  We are grateful to Nola's daughter, Kathy LeBlanc Hebert, who graciously shared the picture. One of those pictured, Anna Lee Stelly is Mrs. Albert Robin, Jr., and a sister to Jim Stelly, founder of Stelly Construction.  Jessie Lee Lalonde is Mrs. Chester "Doc" Broussard.  Nettie Blanchard married Judge Joe LaHaye and she passed away last month. Two of the names of the guys at the top upper right do not appear.  One is Francis Richard.  The one on the far right is Milton "Mello" Dupuis, son of Noah Dupuis.

Nola moved into the nursing home in the fall of 2016.  From the very beginning, she told me she was relieved to be there.  She is like most Seniors, she does not want to give her family trouble.  When she knew it was time, she moved in and embraced her new life among friends and relatives. 

As luck would have it, Nola has a lovely roommate, Heda Hardy Kidder.  Nola could not ask for a more caring and loving friend.  This morning at the Nonco Apostleship of Prayer meeting, the two ladies sat on the sofa facing me.  It has come to be their spot.  I thought:  "What a team!" They are so lucky to have each other to enjoy events and quiet naps.

Heda has written her memoirs.  If you scroll back to April 1, 2015, in Our Stories, you can read "Heda's Memories of a Stormy Night and more." Thank you, Heda for all that you are and for sharing so willingly.

Nola is the daughter of Daniel Miller and Vonalia Dugas.  Daniel was a brother to Louis Miller.  The Miller brothers lived next door to each other and near both sets of my grandparents, the Arnauds and the Artigues.  I have known Nola all of my life and I remember her stately father dressed in khaki clothing, a wide-brimmed hat and shiny boots coming down our lane on horseback.

The children of Daniel and Vanolia were:  Beaulah (lived only 2 years) Ella, Evelyn (Mrs. Lloyd Arnaud), Wilma (Mrs. Lawrence Richard and grandmother of St. Martin Parish Councilman Daniel Richard, Jr.) Leta, Roman, Aurelia (Mrs. Anthony "Bee" Simon) Mable, Wilfred, Nola (Mrs. Leroy LeBlanc), Wilton and Numa (married to Mary Jane Miller). Nola has two living brothers, Wilfred and Wilton. 

Nola married an Arnaudville man, Leroy LeBlanc, son of C.P. LeBlanc and Elia Johnson LeBlanc. Their other children were Carroll, Howard and Hardy. Nola and Leroy had four children:  Errol, Kathy, Glenn and Michael. I know Nola was an excellent housewife and cook.  She was an expert money manager and they enjoyed many good times in the old days! Leroy was the Godchild of my mother-in-law, Gladys LeBlanc Roy.  The Roy and LeBlanc families shared many enjoyable gatherings.  Nola's son Michael scanned and shared many of the pictures from those "suppers."  I told my husband that it is hard to find one picture where the participants do not have a drink in their hands!!!

Whenever Nola sees my husband Rod "Brod" Roy, she always says:  "Those were the good old days."

Lucy Richard Romero  has been a faithful volunteer of the Nonco Apostleship of Prayer Group.  Lucy is the daughter of Lawrence and Wilma Miller Richard and a niece of Nola Miller LeBlanc.  Lucy states that she and Nola were close in age.  She remembers when she was in high school, she spent nights with Nola and Leroy.  The couple had rented a house owned by George Malorin and located across from the church and near the McKinley home.  What Lucy remembers most is the laughter.  Nola would recount stories and the two doubled over in laughter!

Again, "Those were the good old days."



By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 09 Feb, 2017
On Thursday, February 9, 2017, Arnaudville native Charles Taylor  brought his Papillon to entertain the residents and guests at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home.  The AKC states:  "The Papillon is a small, friendly, elegant toy dog of fine-boned structure, light, dainty and of lively action; distinguished from other breeds by its beautiful butterfly-like ears." And Pappy certainly is true to his breed. 

Lori Henderson brought her Chinese Crested named "Elvis" to visit and perform his tricks.  Mostly, he was content to let all of the residents pet him.  He is a very calm dog and he endured Lori undressing him and allowing each person to touch his hairless body.  The AKC states:  "The Chinese Crested is an alert dog that enjoys human companionship. They are funny little dogs that like to please their owners, and upon finding something that amuses you, are likely to do it again to get your attention. Chinese Cresteds are said to be “cat-like” and enjoy sitting in high places, the back of a couch or arm of a chair. Their activity level is medium to high but they enjoy quiet times with their family...."

Artist and shaman Lori and her husband, Tom Pierce, moved to Arnaudville about 11 years ago.  For Lori Arnaudville is her home base as she and Elvis take their van on the road to explore all of the United States.  Lori  brings art and her healing retreats to all who are interested.  Visit her website at http://www.lorihenderson.com  to learn more about Lori.  Tom is the proprietor of Tom's Fiddle and Bow along Bayou Fuselier in Arnaudville just down from Little Big Cup.

Lori led the group in singing "How much is that doggie in the window?"  Mavis Fruge told the group about the different theories of the origin of the  French song " C'est le Hip et Taiau ."  Jenora Miller led the group in singing the song.

The pictures were taken by new volunteer Sandy.  Volunteers are really welcome and appreciated at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home. 

It was a fun morning and everyone was smiling when our time ended.  Thanks to all who participated.  More picture can be found on the J. Michael Morrow FaceBook page.


By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 26 Jan, 2017
The residents enjoyed a Terrific Thursday on January 19, 2017, when Dr. Dan Liu, new resident to Arnaudville, came for a second visit to J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home.  This time Mavis Arnaud Fruge invited Dr. Dan and another Chinese lady by the name of Wenjun "Wendy" Duan. Wendy is a Help X Volunteer from the City of Lanzhou, Gansu Province, China.  Dr. Dan taught the residents correct breathing and some Tia Chi moves.  Wendy performed the lovely Peacock Dance.

Jeff Zerangue was late to arrive for the program.  He came to tell me that Leonard and Mickey Angelle needed to see me. I made a dash to their room and was thrilled to learn that Leonard wanted to share his memoirs on the nursing home website.  He also had a copy of the memoirs of Franklin Wright.  I remember Mr. Wright well.  He was my brother in law Richard Fruge's uncle by marriage.  The documents are scanned and links to the memoirs can be found at the bottom of the "Our Stories" page. 

I was happy that Mickey, Mrs. Leonard Angelle, came to meet Dan and Wendy and to participate in the exercises. Some of the residents who participated are pictured below in the collage.  They are:  John Dupuis, Lillie Zerangue, Mathilde Bourque, Lucille Olivier, Ruth Robin, Nola LeBlanc, Jenora Courville Miller, Mina Marks Patin, Mickey Fruge Angelle, Jeff Zerangue and Neva Marks.

Special "Thank you" to Mary Richard and Andrea Phillips, the Resident Activity Directors who are always so eager to entertain the residents and guests.


By J.M. Morrow Nursing Home 12 Jan, 2017
This morning Mavis Arnaud Frugé had a special treat for the  J. Michael Morrow residents.  She invited Dan Liu, a Chinese doctor who currently resides in Arnaudville to entertain. 

Dan has purchased the home of Wivis and LoLo Arnaud on Highway 31 and has lived in Arnaudville for about a year. She has been in the United States for five years.  Her son  is married to a girl who graduated from ULL and Dan proudly walked around with her tablet showing the resident a wedding picture of her son and his bride.  The couple currently resides in Colorado.

With beautiful, graceful hands, Dan played the pipa (pronounced /pee pah/).  The residents especially enjoyed hearing "Amazing Grace" played on a traditional Chinese instrument like a lute that has been popular for over two thousand years.. Please click on the link at the bottom of this article for more information on the pipa.

Following the pipa presentation, Dan performed a beautiful Chinese dance for the residents.  She wore  soft embroidered shoes similar to the ones pictured below.  Dan explained the necessity of stretching and deep breathing to keep the body mobile.  She also volunteered to visit the residents and present stretching and breathing exercises.  She explained that in China, there are no nursing homes.  People retire early in life.  To stay fit, they assemble in parks located in the center of  their towns where men and women exercise.  It is a very slow, controlled form of exercise called "Tai Chi." See the picture below.

JoLynn Northcutt stopped by to meet Dan and to deliver coloring books and colors for our coloring program at the nursing home.  JoLynn is a faithful volunteers who is in charge of the room bingo.

The residents enjoyed Dan and applauded loudly when she picked up her pipa and then gracefully waved goodbye. We are looking forward to seeing her again.
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