History as a Work of Art:

Some families have a history of  farmers, carpenters, or even plumbers, but my family has a history of artists.  In the early 60's my great grandmother Madeline Beaucoudray was an artist. Throughout the 60's Baton Rouge, Louisiana is where she lived, painted and held exhibits of her work. My great grandmother's paintings perfectly exemplify modern art of the 60's. She used geometric shapes, bright graphic colors, and a wide variety of different textures in her work. Her eye for shape and color was amazing, and her artistic vision was like no other. Each of  her many creations is truly a masterpiece! To me, my great grandmother has always been a source of wonderful inspiration.  

                                   
          Let me share with you a few of her paintings... 

Throughout my life I have always admired my Grandmother Beaucoudray, and as a child I desired to follow in her foot steps as an artist. Unfortunately, my artistic skills were less then satisfactory and I eventually gave up my childhood aspirations.  In memory of  my grandmother and her amazing talents I decided to create my own painting inspired by her work. My painting ability is definitely lacking, but I hope that I have captured the essence of her painting style.

             

Here is my tribute....

While creating my own painting I took inspiration from elements of my grandmother's work, and also added elements of my own style.  I have always loved abstract art because you can express your feelings and emotions through a visual image that is interpreted in different ways by the observer. The beauty of their abstraction is the most enduring quality of my grandmother's paintings. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Discovering History:

My father and I paid a visit to the National Museum of Funeral History. Despite the dismal impression associated with the name of this museum, it was actually an immensely enjoyable place to visit. My dad and I spent about 3 hours there and we had a lot of fun. I highly suggest this museum to all! For a small idea of what you can expect if you were to visit this museum following is a quick overview of the exhibits this museum has to offer. 

The Hall of Hearses:

                This cart was used for early railroad transportation of coffins . 

The Presidential Hearse...

This is the actual hearse that carried Princess Grace Kelly's body!!!!

                                               

                               
                              
                                                The History of Embalming:

 This is a look at a 19th century embalming room. 

                                                           Interesting Caskets: 
                                            

 Snow White's casket. 

Ever wondered about the origin of calling someone a "basket case?"  Well here it is! The original basket case! During the Civil War soldiers with amputated legs were carried around in baskets and called "basket cases." Additionally those deceased were carried from their place of death in wicker baskets such as this one. Maybe  now you'll think twice before you label someone a "basket case"

Here is a set of funky caskets designed by a special artist. These caskets just show how much things have changed throughout the history of funerals. 

The Pope 

This special exhibit was dedicated to the Pope. It contained amazingly elaborate sets! I felt like I was walking through a monastery with the winding halls and haunting choral music throughout the exhibit. I also learned a lot about the pope that I had never before considered. 

                                    Random Fun Finds ^-^:

Creepy....

                                                          

The END. 

Interview: Sharlene Anderson Royalty

     

          I have always known that my grandmother Sharlene Anderson Royalty was a remarkable woman, but until recently I knew very little about who she really was. After interviewing her, I discovered truly how little I knew. Learning more about her gave me a new perspective on who she is and also changed the way I view her. For 17 years I have seen her as my "Mimi", but after our interview I started to view her as a human being, in many ways similar to myself.

      My grandmother was born on September 5th 1935 in Lakecreek Texas. She was born to Eugenia Mable and Benjamin Lycurgus Anderson. Benjamin Anderson (my great grandfather) was a farmer and a part time mail carrier. My grandmother's first 9 years were spent in North East Texas on her family’s farm. She told me of how her mother would pick cotton in the fields during the day leaving her in charge of caring for her little brother. Starting at the age 5 she attended school at first in a one room school house and later in a larger 12 grade school.  As we were discussing her early years she had a lot to say about her life on the farm. Some of her fondest memories are of playing house inside her family’s hen house and of her pet rooster “Charlie” whom she just couldn't stomach eating for dinner. While on the farm her family didn't have many of the luxuries we take for granted today. They had no electricity, and no indoor plumbing.  She said that a battery was their way of powering the lights and their only source of electricity. When my grandmother was nine years old her family was evicted from their farm after a bad crop season. Her family then left behind farm life and moved down into the nearby village where her father became a full time mail carrier. She said that her father had somehow saved up enough money to buy them a house in the village which finally brought them indoor plumbing. 

My grandmother had three siblings, two of which were 13 years older than her. She told me that she had trouble adjusting to the arrival of her youngest brother. He was 5 years younger than her and she said that she felt as if he just appeared out of nowhere one day, suddenly occupying her old baby bed. Apart from the company of her siblings she was incredibly isolated. She told me that especially during the summer months she had relatively no interaction with the outside world. In her own words she "lived in a pretend world" for the first nine years of her life.   In her "pretend world" she loved to play with dolls and most of all she loved to color in her precious coloring books. What made her coloring books so special was because Christmas for her family was not what Christmas entails for my own family today. A coloring book was often all she would get for Christmas apart from a few fruits in her stocking. Hearing about this aspect of her life made me realize how much I take for granted in my own. My grandmother has always been an incredibly generous Christmas present giver, and after hearing what Christmas was like for her as a child it gave new importance to the gifts I have received from her over the years.  

          During her High school years my grandmother moved from her familiar little village school with 44 students in her class to Brazosport high school with a class of 177 students. She struggled with her new high school and every night, she told me that she would dream of walking into her old high school where everyone was happy to see her.  She said that her salvation came from her 3rd period choir, where she met new friends and began to feel comfortable in her new surroundings.  I asked my grandmother if there was anything she had wanted to do with her life and she replied that she had wanted to be a music teacher. She told me that she was enrolled in North Texas State University but she never attended. This was because of James Walter Royalty (my grandfather) whom she met in January of her senior year of high school and by February that same year after just six weeks, the two were engaged. My Papa was 27 at the time of their marriage and they were married on my grandmother’s 18^th birthday, they had a 9 year age difference. My grandmother told me a story about when she was in school showing off her wedding ring. Her teacher asked her who the lucky man was and she said "Jimmy Royalty" her teacher then replied "That old man!" It blows my mind to think of how my very own grandmother was married at almost the age I am now. I feel like a baby myself but I think that she was incredibly brave to enter into marriage at so early an age. The truly amazing thing is that my grandparents were married for about 55 years, until 2008 when my Papa passed away. Their love story inspires me! 

          After my grandparents were married they lived through very trying circumstances. My grandfather was a welder and after working for his father and various other companies he endeavored to start his own business. What eventually became "Royalty Welding” started off as a very small one man business. In the process of building their business my grandparents faced many challenges but they overcame them together! I am so grateful to both my grandparents for all of their hard work. I would not have had the life I do if they had not persevered. In later years my grandparents were blessed with abundance and were able to live in comfort spoiling us grandchildren with love and presents. 

          Growing up I only saw a fraction of the life my grandparents lead but through my grandmother I am now able to see a full image of the people they truly were.Though their lives may seem uneventful or common to others, to me, their lives are utterly fascinating. I am who I am because of who they were.  throughout the experience of interviewing my grandmother I learned the great importance of taking the time to ask others about their own story, and not only to ask, but to listen and learn. I am so thankful that I got the chance to hear and record my grandmother’s story.

Written word cannot fully express  the charms of oral history so for the moments of our interview that simply could not be expressed with words, below is a recording of the entire interview. ^-^ 

My Grandfather's Grave:

My grandfather died in the October of 2008. When he went up to heaven, he left behind my grandma, three grown children(including my dad) and bunches of us little grand kids: we all miss him dearly. ^~^ This weekend my family and I visited his grave to honor his memory. My grandfather or "Papa", as I always called him, was always making memories. What I remember most about him was that in every situation, no matter what, good or bad, inconvenient set back or unexpected blessing he would always say that we were just "making memories". Those words always remind me that wherever I am or wherever I'm going, it's not the destination but the journey that really matters. I am reminded to enjoy life to the fullest, not only the good moments, but to also make the most of the inconvenient ones as well. After all, our lives consist of  nothing more then the memories we have made....

This is a picture of me at my Papa's grave.

My Grandfather's grave stone. 

This stone marks my family's section of the graveyard. 

This is my family (the Royalty's) section of the graveyard. Both my great grandparents and my grandparents are buried here. While we were visiting we put flowers on all of their graves.

  Here is my grandmother's grave.....

 And here is a picture of my Mimi taking a picture of her own grave! hehe! ^-^ She told me it was a two for one deal! I burst out laughing when I  first saw it. She is all ready to go and join papa in heaven but we aren't prepared to see her go.  I could tell that our visit to Papa's grave meant a lot to her, and I was glad that we took the time to come visit!

It's Monumental: Stephen F. Austin Edition

Every time I've visited my grandmother in Lake Jackson I have past by this Big Guy on the side of the road. For years I have wondered who, and what exactly this monument was. Well, I finally found out!!!! This past weekend my family and I went out to visit Mr. Stephen F. Austin. It was a great experience to see up close, what I had seen over and over again from far away. I made one important observation...... THIS GUY IS BIG!!! I was not expecting the monument to be as humongous as he was! I looked like a little pea standing next to him ^_^. It was not only fun to visit the monument but it was also interesting to learn a little bit about the man it was built to honor!

Stephen F. Austin was born in 1793. He grew up to help his father with his father's lead mining business in  Missouri and  went on to study law in New Orleans. Eventually, Stephen F. Austin  lead a group of settlers into the vast lands of  the Texas frontier and founded the very first Texan colony along the Brazos river. He is known today a the "Father of Texas."

Me and Mr. Monument ^.^

This is a marble wall with the story of Stephen F. Austin's life, and accomplishments. 

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My grandparents Jimmy & Sharlene Royalty and my great aunt & uncle contributed to the building of this monument. Their names where written on the side. The funny thing is that the day we visited was the first time my grandma had ever been there. She really enjoyed getting to finally see it! 

Conserving the Past: a two-hundred year old BIBLE

This Summer my family went to visit my grandparents in Michigan. While we where visiting we helped them move into a new house. While we where packing up their basement my brother found a bible that was published in 1838! Almost 200 years ago! My grandparents didn't have any use for it so they gave it to him. He expressed a desire to display it in his law office when he becomes a lawyer, but also he just thought that it was really cool to have something that was made two hundred years ago. After he go the bible home however, he just stuck it in the top of  his closet!

Now I don't know about you but I don't think something that old and frail should be stuck up in a closet. I decided to take the opportunity provided by my Living History project to conserve this piece of history so that it will be preserved  for the future. 

This is a picture of the side.

this picture is of the pages.

To keep the Bible safe I decided that the best option would be to get a protective case. This sounds easy but you would be surprised at how hard it was to find something big enough to fit it. I ended up finding a Cereal display box, that would fit.

 who actually collects cereal?

Finally the Bible is nice and protected, and snug in it's own little case! I hope that my brother will be able to display this piece of history with pride!!!

Camping Madeline Style:

     Hello, I'm Madeline and I went Camping!!! I honestly had been wanting to go camping for a really long time and Yesterday I finally did it! I went on an adventure! I went all the way out into my backyard and set myself up a little nest within which to reside for the night. ^.^ Yes, my parents thought I was crazy, even my dog thought I was crazy, but I told myself  "who cares" and kept on adventuring! And I have to say that it was immensely fun!!! I started out setting up my camp at around 5 o'clock and it took me about an hour before I actually was able to get my tent up. :) I used two sheets to make the roof of the tent and then I stole the seat cushions from our outdoor furniture to make the floor.  I used  a strip of burlap rope to hang my sheets up between two trees and I used four bricks to keep the sheet stretched out and in place. To keep the sheets from falling I used close-pins all across the top to keep the sheets attached to the rope. It actually stayed up really well! And the cushion floor was surprisingly comfy. After my camp was all set I ate dinner with my parents (we had Mexican food, how campy right?), Then I dragged my  dad into the campy spirit and he came outside with me. We used his telescope to do some star gazing. I saw the moon up close for the first time ever, and it was a really special experience. After that we did something really campy : we watched a movie. hehehe! My dad brought his laptop outside and we watched Star Trek II: The Rath of Khan out in the open night air. After that I parted ways with my dad, he went back into the house, and I went into my tent to do some pondering and soul searching..... Overall it was a really good experience! As my grandpa used to always say I was "Making memories". 

      Here are a few pictures from my days adventures: 

My "little" puppy dog Olivia checking out my tent. 

I used a few  bricks I found around the yard to hold my  tent in place. Surprisingly it actually stayed up!

My Feetses! 

I read one of my favorite Books Anne of the Island. 

The Twilight Sky. 

Weird Face in My tent after the sun went down.  

Creepy me In my Tent!