I thought that my avatar photo and others were safe from being slurped up into the Picasa cloud.
Unfortunately, if you post pictures for your avatar to this site, they are immediately consigned to Picasa.
So, as much as I despise having to do it, I am going to post Martin family-related photos to Picasa, so I can include them in commentaries at this blog.
Frankly, I resent big websites trying to force ordinary folks who don't want their photos to be made available to the universe, to put those pictures in galleries from which they could be filched -- then republished without proper credit. (It is okay for family members to download the pictures, of course!)
That's my rant for today.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Lost Photos Found!
I'm having fits trying to upload the pictures to this blog. Copies have been e-mailed to several Martin family branch connections, and may be being sent out from there.
The story of the pictures of George Mathew Martin and Alice Marie Juilliat is not entirely clear, but there can be no doubt that they were taken about the end of the 19th century when they were getting married in Thibodaux, Louisiana. The idea is that the pictures were taken in Thibodaux, because the Juilliat family was "kind of" centered there.
The ultimate mystery, of course, is why George M. left New Orleans and relocated to Thibodaux, and from there to Paincoville/Plattenville. Interestingly, I have heard stories about how the Godchaux Sugar Refinery may have been bringing in people like barbers and even doctors to provide all kinds of services to their workers.
By 1917, of the 13, Lawrence had returned to New Orleans. Maurice was apparently working with George M. at the barber shop. The rest of the 13 were probably still in school.
To summarize the story, when George M. was away from the house, the priest at the Catholic church further up the road to the west would try to "put the make" on Alice Marie. This reached the point where threats were made against George M. because he was backing one candidate in a parish election, and the priest was backing the other.
As the story went, once the word got to George M., within 24 hours he had packed up everyone from Plattenville and by way of boat and train transportation, arrived in New Orleans. Of course, he no doubt sent a telegram to Lawrence about what had happened, and to ask him to look for a place where everyone could stay until he could locate a house where they could live safely and relatively comfortably.
Earl has said this about the arrival at the train station in New Orleans, on North Rampart at Canal Street. All the children had been dressed in their Sunday best, and of course, the boys did not like having to wear shoes. They were from the country, after all, and having bare feet was one of the simple pleasures of childhood.
As soon as the train stopped, Earl said (and if I remember it correctly, and I think I have most of it right), he jumped off the train and ran away towards North Rampart, back towards the tracks that would in one way or another, lead him home. His older brothers of course had to give chase, and they did catch him.
According to City Directory entries, the entire Martin family group lived for at least a year in the vicinity of the intersection of City Park Avenue and Dumaine Street in Mid-City. Interestingly, in that area, lived the Gouaze family, relatives of Earl's future bride, Cecile Dupont. When you come down to it, it's a small world after all.
By 1919, George M. had relocated the whole family to 312 South Alexander Street, where he would live for many decades to come until his death in 1952 (I have to check that date).
Alice Marie kept cages of singing canaries in the kitchen!
As of this writing, happily it can be said that the house is still standing, and did not suffer much damage from the man-made, post-Hurricane Katrina floods of August 29, 2005.
That's enough for now. I have to go find out what this problem is with Blogspot that blocks me from posting photos.
Bye for now! Love to all! -- Judith
The story of the pictures of George Mathew Martin and Alice Marie Juilliat is not entirely clear, but there can be no doubt that they were taken about the end of the 19th century when they were getting married in Thibodaux, Louisiana. The idea is that the pictures were taken in Thibodaux, because the Juilliat family was "kind of" centered there.
The ultimate mystery, of course, is why George M. left New Orleans and relocated to Thibodaux, and from there to Paincoville/Plattenville. Interestingly, I have heard stories about how the Godchaux Sugar Refinery may have been bringing in people like barbers and even doctors to provide all kinds of services to their workers.
By 1917, of the 13, Lawrence had returned to New Orleans. Maurice was apparently working with George M. at the barber shop. The rest of the 13 were probably still in school.
To summarize the story, when George M. was away from the house, the priest at the Catholic church further up the road to the west would try to "put the make" on Alice Marie. This reached the point where threats were made against George M. because he was backing one candidate in a parish election, and the priest was backing the other.
As the story went, once the word got to George M., within 24 hours he had packed up everyone from Plattenville and by way of boat and train transportation, arrived in New Orleans. Of course, he no doubt sent a telegram to Lawrence about what had happened, and to ask him to look for a place where everyone could stay until he could locate a house where they could live safely and relatively comfortably.
Earl has said this about the arrival at the train station in New Orleans, on North Rampart at Canal Street. All the children had been dressed in their Sunday best, and of course, the boys did not like having to wear shoes. They were from the country, after all, and having bare feet was one of the simple pleasures of childhood.
As soon as the train stopped, Earl said (and if I remember it correctly, and I think I have most of it right), he jumped off the train and ran away towards North Rampart, back towards the tracks that would in one way or another, lead him home. His older brothers of course had to give chase, and they did catch him.
According to City Directory entries, the entire Martin family group lived for at least a year in the vicinity of the intersection of City Park Avenue and Dumaine Street in Mid-City. Interestingly, in that area, lived the Gouaze family, relatives of Earl's future bride, Cecile Dupont. When you come down to it, it's a small world after all.
By 1919, George M. had relocated the whole family to 312 South Alexander Street, where he would live for many decades to come until his death in 1952 (I have to check that date).
Alice Marie kept cages of singing canaries in the kitchen!
As of this writing, happily it can be said that the house is still standing, and did not suffer much damage from the man-made, post-Hurricane Katrina floods of August 29, 2005.
That's enough for now. I have to go find out what this problem is with Blogspot that blocks me from posting photos.
Bye for now! Love to all! -- Judith
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