Tag: Hayes

25 Jun 2016

Vintage Memories: The Hayes Store  0

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In honor of my dad’s birthday today, we decided to show a different side of him as a young entrepreneur. Here he is photographed with me holding their first dollar at their gas station and convenience store on Highway 14 in Hayes, Louisiana. It was taken in October of 1968 when I was 2 years old!

Do you remember this gas station and store? Please share your memories with us by commenting below or e-mailing us at bonveillercher@gmail.com!

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14 Jun 2016

Vintage Memories: Victor Monsour’s “Greo”  0

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Back in the 90’s I worked at Victor Monsour’s studio. One day he came and asked me to follow him because he had something to show me. He led me to the living room of the studio, pointed to a photograph hanging up on the wall, and said “out of all the pictures I’ve taken, that’s my favorite.” That picture was the one you see above featuring my dad and grandfather. It’s titled “Greo” Life of a Trapper and was taken in 1982 in my backyard.

This image was taken from a postcard advertising Victor Monsour’s exhibit “Mystére du Meché” (Mysteries of the Marsh) in 2002 at the Art Associates Gallery. It’s being used again in the cover photo of the next exhibit featuring Victor Monsour’s work’s Facebook event page. 35 Years of Victor Monsour will open in the Historic City Hall Arts and Cultural Center in Lake Charles on Friday, June 17th. The opening reception will begin at 5:30, and we hope to see you there!

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01 Mar 2015

Vintage Memories: A Sunday Veiller, 1968  2

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Do you miss the good ole days? I do. The slow-paced, playing with your cousins, stepping in chicken poo days. Going to Mama (pronounced Mahh-mahh, like “Ahh! I’m scared”) and Papa (pronounced the same but with P’s) Aucoin’s house for Sunday dinner was what we did each week. The kids would play outside while Mama and the women cooked in the kitchen, and the men sat around and visited. Mama would often have fish cooked in her famous white gravy that no one, and I mean no one, can make like she did. The men would eat first while us kids would eat all around on the floor. Then the women would eat and clean up. It was the perfect Sunday. It was what families did, what they made time for. I’m glad I have these memories to look back on and remember. They make me smile, and I love sharing them.
Do you have a favorite tradition from your childhood? Tell us! Comment below or e-mail us at bonveillercher@gmail.com.