Showing posts with label Calvary Baptist Church. Show all posts
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Monday, August 28, 2023

Calvary Baptist Church History Part 10



The Calvary Baptist Church in Bayou Chicot has the distinguished title as the "Oldest Baptist Church still in existence West of the Mississippi River."

In 1806, the Chicot Methodist Church was established, and it is likely it was the first non-Catholic congregation in that area.  It is still in existence as well.  The original two churches were about 300 yards apart when we moved there in 1949, but the Methodists moved to another location and built a new building that still stands and holds Sunday services.


We need to ask, with everything else that was built and established so many years ago and now gone, why are these two churches the only things that remain?

I think the answer can be found by going back to the very beginning.  To do that, I have drawn information from several sources.  Miss Mable Thompson gave a very concise history of both churches in her book, "Looking Back." I have also found information from various newspaper articles, the Baptist Message archives, and books on the history of Baptists in Louisiana.  The most comprehensive and interesting source though happens to be Randy Willis, the 5th generation grandson of the actual founder of Calvary Baptist Church, Joseph Willis.

Randy Willis has been collecting and publishing the history of his 4th great grandfather for over 40 years.  After seeing articles and references written by him, I bought one of his books.  I then contacted him regarding a newspaper article and he began sharing with me personal information regarding his relationship with Calvary Baptist Church.  He in fact, met and visited with my dad while he was in his last pastorate there.

It is mostly from Randy's compilations that I glean the following information about Joseph Willis.

His story actually begins long before Joseph was born. In the 1740's Joseph's father and his family of four boys and a daughter lived in the Chesapeake Bay area of Virginia.  If this sounds familiar, it is where the pilgrims first settled. In the early 1750's he moved his family to New Hanover, North Carolina.

It was here that Joseph's father, Agerton first bought property and became a very wealthy landowner, along with his brothers.  And it was on this plantation that Joseph was born to a half Cherokee slave girl.

In his book, "Twice a Slave", Randy tells in novel form how this might have come about. Being the romantic that I am, his version of Ahyoka being rescued and bought by Agerton Willis and taken to his plantation home where they fell in love, is exactly as I imagine this story beginning.

This meant Joseph was born into slavery.  In those days, anyone of mixed blood was called a "mulatto."  Being born to a slave Indian girl meant that Joseph was also considered a slave.  Even though he and his mother lived in the big house, he had no legal standing.

When he was a young boy, Joseph's mother, Ahyoka died, and his father when he was a teenager.  Prior to his death, Agerton wrote in his will that his son would inherit all his property and holdings, and when he became 21 would be emancipated.  However, Agerton's oldest brother, Daniel, executor of the will, refused to recognize the will and only allowed Joseph to retain a small portion of the land and the house.  However, he refused to free him and made him live in the slave cabins and work the land as a slave.

Having been forced to live with rejection by his father's family, Joseph dealt with a sense of not belonging anywhere, other than his father's home. As a young man, wanting to fight as Patriots against the British, Joseph and his friend Ezekiel left North Carolina and fought in the Revolutionary War under General Francis Marion, The Swamp Fox.  It was during this time that he became very good friends with two families living in the Pee Dee River swamp region in South Carolina, the Braveboys and the Richard Curtis family who would later play a significant role in assisting Joseph's early ministry.

There was also a young lady living in Pee Dee River region, who would later play into Joseph Willis's story (and ours) by the name of Fanny Taylor. She had a daughter, Delaney and lived with Gilbert Sweat, unmarried.

At some point after the war Joseph returned to his home and met Rachel who became his wife.  They had three children; Rachel died giving birth to the third.

Prior to Rachel's death, General John Willis, a Congressman from North Carolina and Joseph's first cousin by his Uncle Daniel, had Joseph declared a free man.

He later married Sarah and not much is known about her except she was of Irish background and gave birth to two of his children. 

His friend, Richard Curtis had moved to Natchez, Mississippi to preach the Gospel and it was he who encouraged and helped make it possible for Joseph to cross the mighty Mississippi and enter the unknown dangers of this wild, untamed Louisiana Territory in 1798.  It was under Spanish rule at that time. and no other Protestant preacher had ever dared to do what Joseph knew the Lord had called him to do.

In time, Joseph Willis found his way to Bayou Chicot.  It was on this initial visit that he met others like himself of mixed blood, Indians, Spanish, English, slaves, and Catholics. 

When Joseph entered the Louisiana territory, he fell under the dreaded Code Noir, the "Black Code."  Preaching the Gospel violated this decree's prohibitions against all religions except Catholicism. This did not stop Joseph Willis as he ventured into these regions to preach the first Gospel sermon by an Evangelical west of the Mississippi River.

I love what Randy included in his novel about a conversation Joseph and Sarah might have had after his return.

"Do you think God would use an old Indian slave to bring revival to a foreign country?  Sarah's reply was, "This isn't about us.  Louisiana isn't about us.  What we're about to experience is much bigger than being Indian or Irish.  This is about God's kingdom."

And this is why two churches still stand to this day over 200 years later.  It was never about Joseph Willis or Porter Lazenby, but all about God bringing lost people to a saving knowledge of Him and growing His kingdom.

It is believed that shortly after this trip, Joseph's wife Sarah died of an unknown cause.  Losing two wives within six years was very difficult for Joseph, but it didn't keep him from the desire to fulfill the dream God had given him years earlier and that he had shared with both wives.  That was to preach the gospel in what would later be Louisiana and specifically Bayou Chicot.

A few years later he married Hannah and they added more children to the Willis family.  Hannah also shared Joseph's calling to the people of the Louisiana Territory.  Together with all their children, they made the long, arduous and dangerous journey into the Louisiana territory and to Bayou Chicot as early as 1802 where they purchased land.  A line in his obituary reads, "The Gospel was proclaimed by him in these regions before the American flag was hoisted here," meaning before April 30, 1803.

An interesting personal side note here is that the Willis family built their first home near Bayou Cocodrie, which is where our dad later built his fishing cabin.  (See Part 5 of our Lazenby Story)  Joseph faced his own ostracism there, but so did Porter Lazenby years later.

Chicot was becoming a thriving trade community by this time and other English-speaking people had begun to settle there.  Among those who followed Joseph were his friends from the Pee Dee Region of South Carolina, Gilbert and Fanny Taylor Sweat, Fanny's daughter Delaney and her husband, John Bass, also "a free man of color".  They would play a pivotal role in establishing churches in that area.

Joseph Willis, along with his friends met as a group of believers but were unable to establish a church in Bayou Chicot because of existing prejudice by his own denomination in Natchez, Mississippi, that prevented his being ordained as a Baptist pastor.

Three messengers from the Mississippi church traveled to Chicot and officially ordained the pastor, who immediately and officially constituted the Calvary Baptist Church in Bayou Chicot on November 13, 1812 with six members including the Sweats and Basses.

The original Calvary Baptist Church building was built on land donated by Gilbert and Fanny Sweat.  Delaney and John Bass helped organize another of the churches, perhaps in the Cheneyville area.

There is an interesting line in Miss Mable's book that tells us that a Delaney Bass at some point married Greene Whittington and had seven children, one of whom is a direct ancestor of my brother-in-law, and Gingie's husband, Thomas Whittington.  This Delaney Bass Whittington is the granddaughter of Gilbert and Fanny Sweat who followed Joseph Willis from South Carolina.

Some historians recognize Joseph Willis as "the father of the Baptist religion in Louisiana" for having planted this, the first Baptist Church west of the Mississippi River. Louisiana had barely been a state seven months and was in turmoil when this church was founded.

There was more turmoil on the horizon that also affected this part of the country.  Great Britain did not consider the Louisiana Purchase legally valid, and Congress had declared war on Great Britain about five months earlier to start the War of 1812.  

Ezekiel O'Quinn, Joseph's long-time childhood friend would later follow Joseph to Louisiana as the second Baptist minister west of the Mississippi River.  He was the first pastor of one of the churches Joseph started, Beulah Baptist Church in Cheneyville.


In 1845 Thomas Keller donated one acre of land for a new building.  It is on this same plot of land that the current church stands.


On October 31, 1818, O'Quinn, Joseph Willis and others who had followed Willis to this land, created the Louisiana Association of Baptist Churches at Beulah Baptist Church in Cheneyville, made up of five churches founded by Willis.  It is believed Willis was elected as moderator.  It was out of this organization that the Louisiana Baptist Convention was later established in 1848.

When our father, Porter Lazenby, many years later was serving on this associational board, they continued to meet at Beulah Baptist Church.  Don't you just love history!

Joseph Willis pastored the Calvary Baptist Church for at least 34 years and went on to plant twenty churches in Louisiana.

Joseph Willis was not content to stay only in Bayou Chicot but knew the Lord was leading him to venture into more dangerous and unknown territory known then as "No Man's Land" along the Louisiana and Texas border.  It was known at that time as the most horrible, dangerous place and a completely lawless land.  It was not Spanish or American but a territory where outlaws lived and ruled.  It was to this land that mixed people groups made up of Blacks, Creoles, and Indians lived.  Choctaw Indians living in Bayou Chicot escaped to this land rather than be sent to Oklahoma.  The people came to be called "Redbones."

While serving as pastor of the Calvary Baptist Church and also founding numerous churches and congregations in the south-central part of the state, Willis made frequent trips to this neutral zone to the west.  Oddly, he found people just like himself there, mixed blood, and yes outlaws like Jim Bowie, famous for his knife as well as fighting to defend the Alamo.  He was a slave trader and later a neighbor of Joseph Willis.

Again, let me quote something from Randy Willis's book that could very well express what Joseph might have felt:

"There are runaway slaves there.  I was a runaway slave.  I know how they feel.  That's when I met Jesus.  There are Indians who live there.  I'm Indian.  There are outlaws roaming about those woods, I was an outlaw when I came to Louisiana in 1798.  I preached when the Black Code forbade it.  I know these people.  I can reach them.  God's created me for this moment."

It was not a "stinking hell" as some had described this land to Joseph Willis.  Instead, it became his home.  He believed that one day, God would turn this forsaken land into His "holy ground".  It was to this area that Joseph Willis eventually moved his family and where many of his descendants still live and where he is buried.

When we lived in Pine Prairie, our family made many trips to Oakdale just west of us.  We had friends there, did shopping and enjoyed the ice cream and Drive-in movie.  One of the things we quickly learned was to recognize a "Redbone."  Yes, they were a mixed group of people and we thought were to some extent to be avoided.  They looked different, spoke differently, but I never knew about their history.  I accepted the stigma that seemed to be applied to them.  Oakdale was on the edge of what had been "No Man's Land."  We played basketball against schools that had been established in that territory.  I do remember thinking that the girls were all very pretty and I envied them their beautiful olive skin.  Yes, even after all those years, there was still prejudice and I never questioned it.

That is why it is crucial to not forget who and what came before us.  To not forget what brought us to the point that our history affects our present and our future.  Without knowing, without looking back and seeing how God has worked in our past, we cannot truly see our present.  Neither can we see how He wants to use our future.

After overcoming insurmountable obstacles, Joseph blazed a trail for others for another half-century that changed American history. Joseph Willis's life is a story of triumph over tragedy and victory over adversity! Known lovingly as the "Apostle to the Opelousas" and "Father Willis," his accomplishments are still felt today.

He went on to marry a fourth time and fathered a total of 19 children, two of whom died at an early age.  His youngest, Aimuewell, was born on May 1, 1837 when Joseph Willis was 79 years old.

Joseph Willis passed away and went home to Jesus on September 14, 1854 and is buried at Occupy Baptist Church in Rapides Parish, which he planted in the former neutral zone.  At the time of his death Joseph had 28 grandchildren and 17 great grandchildren.  He died at the age of 100.

Many of his descendants followed his example and went into the ministry, and continue to leave a legacy that Joseph Willis began when he crossed into the Louisiana Territory in 1798.  There are churches all over Louisiana; there are families strong in their faith; there is still a small church in Bayou Chicot, Louisiana with doors open for anyone who seeks the kingdom of God because of this man who was proud to be "Twice a Slave".


In 1987 the church celebrated it's 175 years of existence.  Daddy was on the program and it was interesting to see that I was supposed to sing.  Miss Mable, in writing about this milestone explained that I could not be there due to illness.  I have no recollection of that, but do know for some reason I wasn't there.  In 2012 there was again a large celebration that marked the church's 200th year.  Again, for some reason neither I nor my sisters attended; however Randy Willis and the co-author of "Twice a Slave", Sammy Tippitt (also a descendant of Fanny and Gilbert Sweat) did attend.

Today, sadly the parsonage that our parents called home for 28 years is empty and the church is showing its age.  Oh the sad affects of time.  Hopefully, as long as there are believers in Jesus Christ in Bayou Chicot, the legacy of its founder, Joseph Willis, and all the pastors who followed and served Calvary Baptist Church and her members, will continue to be shared with future generations.

This concludes my recording of our family's story and the historical background of places we called home.  However, it has not been our story at all.  It has been God's story!  I trust as you have read these 10 accounts, it has been obvious to you that God was doing His work through our parents and hopefully He was able to use the Lazenby girls along the way.

As long as there are descendants of Porter and Laura Lazenby, their story will continue and it is my prayer that those who come behind will also give honor and praise to the God of ages whose story has been told through the generations.  May God continue to bless the legacy our parents left behind, and may He find each of us as faithful to our calling as He has theirs.


Randy Willis has been doing family research for over 40 years and has written several books about his 4th great grandfather.  I so appreciate all he has contributed to this account.  If you are interested in more information, his website is http://threewindsblowing.com/

Monday, July 31, 2023

The Lazenby's Story - Bayou Chicot Part 6

1967 brought Mother, Daddy and Sarah back to Bayou Chicot after eight and a half years.  Very little had changed and yet turbulence was on the horizon.

Sarah started ninth grade that year in the building we had watched being built when we lived there previously. Because this is mostly her story, I am going to let her tell about these years.

"Moving back to Chicot meant I was able to renew those family ties I had formed years earlier while also making many new friends in high school.  The Whittingtons became my second family again, taking me on vacation trips, and Mr. Delmont helped me write papers for school.  Of course, Maw Maw Delia always had me an Easter dress just like her other granddaughters, Sherry, Darlene and Jennifer.

"During my first three years of high school, I played basketball earning All District awards.  In '67 we won the District Championship and I was high scorer with 19 points.  We also played in the State Championship tournament but lost.  In grades nine, ten and eleven, I was selected for the All-District Team for Class B, which was quite an honor.  Basketball was the biggest sport in our area schools, regardless of size and always drew large crowds.



"I was also involved in and held leadership positions in several organizations on campus, such as the yearbook staff, Future Homemakers of America and was a class officer.  Other than basketball, one of the things I enjoyed most was band where I was First Chair Clarinet. For a small band, we were quite good.


"Moving into my senior year there was concern that our school would not open.  It was 1969 and full integration was being enforced.  As time approached, Daddy being a leader in the area and being a strong supporter for Equal Rights, asked me if I was comfortable going to school.  I had attended school with Black students and had no problem; however, after two weeks, with uncertainty whether the school would remain open, and after much thought and discussion, it was decided I would move to Bastrop, LA with Libby and Dick.  I was allowed to enter the 12th grade a couple weeks late.

"When the Chicot school ended up closing for a period of time, we knew this had been the right thing to do.  This was a big decision for everyone and not just me.  Dick and Libby not only had to learn to be first-time parents of a six-week old son, they gained a 17 year old as well.  On my part, it was hard adjusting at first to all the changes.  I went from a Class B school and a class of 22 to a senior class that numbered 318 and a 5A school.  Neither did I know a soul. I elected to not try out for the band or girls basketball team, although I missed playing both.

"We also were going through integration at Bastrop High School, but there were no serious issues unlike what was happening in Chicot.  We learned later that Daddy was being threatened because of the stand he and I had taken about attending school with Black students.  The FBI had been observing and following him.  At what point this was happening we do not know, but I was so very proud of my dad for taking a strong stand for what he thought was right.


"I made friends quickly both at school and at church.  I even made my prom dress which I was proud of and graduated in the top ten of the class.  The best part of living in Bastrop was being with family and loving baby John.  Lib and I got the opportunity to get to know each other on a whole new level.  For them, I will be eternally grateful."


Now, my side of the story:  After much chaos the first two weeks of Sarah's senior year at Bayou Chicot, the family agreed that Sarah should move to Bastrop with us to finish her senior year.  This was hard on her, but we enjoyed having her with us as our son John had been born in August and she was a tremendous help. I also enjoyed getting to know my little sister better, and that time created a bond we would have never otherwise shared.  Besides, John loved her dearly.


After graduation, Sarah attended Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, LA and graduated with honors and a degree in Home Economics in 1973.


In the meantime, Gin had met Thomas while working in Baton Rouge, and they were married in the Bayou Chicot parsonage in January 1970.



It was at NSU Sarah met her future husband and she and Gene were married in Calvary Baptist Church in Chicot in 1973, where her life had begun.  After her wedding, she went on to get her Teaching Degree from Louisiana College in Pineville and taught for 33 years.



Being the gifted seamstress she was, she made her lovely wedding gown and used lace I brought her from a trip to Rome.  She was a beautiful bride and nephew Eric and niece Christy were thrilled to be part of the wedding.

Sarah holding Christy, Mother with Eric and John - 1971
As the years passed, a generation of Lazenby grandchildren were introduced to Bayou Chicot and life in the country.  Our children spent many visits and every Christmas with Papa and Larla and played in and among the same huge oak trees and woods where their parents had thrived as children.

Days:  John & Christy (the only granddaughter)
Whittingtons:  Eric & Doug
Bordelons:  Chris, Matt & Ben


For several years, we girls made matching outfits to wear for family Christmas in Chicot.  We never knew what Dad would come up with for a Christmas tree.  One year, he found the best "Charley Brown" tree in the woods.  Another year he made one out of wood with electrical lights wired into the frame.  Another year he felt sorry for a straggly tree with few branches so he drilled holes in the trunk and stuck branches cut from other trees to fill it in.  Another ugly tree rescued and given center stage.

Regardless of the tree, we always knew his traditional fruit salad would be waiting for us when we arrived, and both Mom and Dad would be standing in the door watching for us.

Lazenby Grandkids loved Chicot adventures like their mothers had - John, Christy, Eric & Doug

During these years Mom and Dad remained very busy in the community and on an Associational and State-wide level within the Baptist denomination.  Mother served as an officer with the Parish Home Demonstration Club, and was elected to serve as the State Woman's Missionary Union Secretary.  In this role she made two trips to Glorieta, NM for WMU Week, and to the most southern parts of Louisiana to visit new church fields.  They were both devoted to the people of Chicot and had someone in for coffee almost every morning.  They became loving and devoted baby sitters for their busy daughters.

In 1976 Mother took all the devotional thoughts she had collected through the years and compiled them into a book for daily reading and meditation.  She handwrote four copies, one for herself and one for each of us girls.  It was our Christmas present that year.  I still treasure this timeless gift of love.  In 2013, when I could hardly read the writing anymore, I typed what mother had written, added some of my own and had it printed for my sisters and my two daughters.  I feel sure I am the one who continues to be blessed by it most.

Dad started making furniture pieces, including toddler beds for his grandchildren.  Other pieces both Gin and Sarah still have and have passed on to their grandchildren.  He learned to do beautiful works of art with pieces of various kinds of wood he found; varieties were plentiful. His friend Dudley Johnson had a sawmill and saved special pieces of wood for Daddy. These treasured items are scattered throughout the family and two pieces even decorate my great grandson's nursery.


In 1987, Daddy retired and was recognized for his 28 years of total dedication to the people of Bayou Chicot, and 48 years of full-time service and given the recognition of "Pastor Emeritus."  During those years he had not only served as dedicated pastor and friend, community leader, and a respected leader in the Louisiana Baptist Convention, serving on the State Executive Board, but counselor and mentor to many.  Their greatest accomplishments though were seeing lives changed when they came to know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.


In one of the local papers, "Chicot Chatter" Contributor, Susan Griffith wrote the following:

"Recently, the community of Bayou Chicot paid tribute to two of the most influential people of the area.

"Why?  Because Porter and Laura Lazenby have stood by as many as five generations of area families through thick and thin, good and bad, for over twenty-eight years, as Pastor and pastor's wife of Calvary Baptist Church.

"Porter has retired from his ministry in this area.  The Lazenbys reflect on the many rich memories of which they are fond, some being the marriages, births and baptisms of the many grandchildren, children, parents and grandparents of Bayou Chicot.  They recall how close their own children grew to the members of the church.  Being a small community, established for many years, many members are related.  Most of the elders were referred to as Aunt this and Uncle that, by all the younger members of the church, even when seen at grocery stores and school functions.  The Lazenby children had more aunts, uncles, grandmas and grandpas than any other kids around.  Even though there was no blood kin in the area, they accepted others as their own."

It was upon retirement that Mother and Daddy owned their first ever home. They never considered living anywhere else other than Chicot.  The Lord provided a piece of property that already had a mobile home set up behind the parsonage and they added on an addition. They could not have been more proud of their own place.  Dad had the most beautiful garden, rows of Muscadine vines, and blueberry bushes, but God was not finished with this country preacher or his wife.

When Mother was asked what her plans for the future were, she replied, "It is the pastor who has retired, not me."  And that was our mother.

The First Baptist Church of Châtaignier, La.(pronounced Sha-tan-ya) soon called Dad to serve as interim pastor.  After making that trip every week for about a year, he suggested it was time for them to find a full-time pastor.  The chairman of the pulpit committee replied that they had, and it was him.  Shortly thereafter, he and mother moved into the parsonage on the Southernmost tip of Evangeline Parish.  These were perhaps some of the sweetest years of their ministry.  They went back to enjoy their own home every week and to visit with their Chicot family.

Daddy also served the area as a Hospice Chaplain and on the Board of the Acadia Baptist Academy.  He was soon a friend to the French-speaking Cajuns in this small community and greatly respected.  With many of them who spoke no English, a nod, smile and handshake spoke volumes.

Mother continued serving on the State WMU Executive Board as Secretary,  This was her heart.  She wrote material and taught children's Sunday School classes, she corresponded with missionaries, had them in their home, and faithfully prayed for them daily.  But most of all, she dearly loved and supported her preacher husband and the people God had called them to serve.

Dad was a dreamer.  He always had a plan, a desire to do more.  Sometimes this was frustrating to Mother, but Dad would say, "When a man quits dreaming, he becomes old quickly."  In that respect, our father never got old.


One of the greatest joys and memories for Dick and me was taking Mom and Dad on a two-week trip to Colorado and Glorieta N.M for Music Week.  Dad had never been further than Arkansas and this was a trip of a life-time for him.  And for us!

  
One of his dreams had been to climb a mountain.  Even with terrible knees, using his walking cane, he did it.  We will never forget watching him climb knowing what a thrill that was for him.  If not painful.  It was when we could barely see him and at Mother's urging, Dick and I joined him.  We continued to explore until he was ready to go back down.  Climbing that mountain and finding treasures in the woods was another dream that came true.  He never tired of seeing new vistas and sights.

While in Chataignier, Mother and Daddy celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary on Nov 24, 1993.


What a glorious time of celebration not only for our family, but for a host of family and friends who made the trip to love on two of the most lovable and giving people they knew.


We all gathered for our traditional family Christmas in the parsonage a month later with no idea it would be our last.

On January 18, 1994 Daddy died at the age of 75, following an otherwise ordinary surgery and was buried in the Chataignier church cemetery.  Mother sold their place and moved into an apartment in Bastrop, La where Dick and I lived at the time.  We had not lived close to each other, so these years were such a sweet blessing to us all.  She made new friends and continued to be very involved in WMU, though not on the scale she had always enjoyed among "the heathens" of South Louisiana.


In 2002, Dick and I moved to Shreveport and took Mother with us.  Her greatest thrill during these last years was being able to spend time living closer to some of her great grandchildren.  Even though they had not been blessed to know their Papa, these children knew and were loved by their Larla.

On July 28, 2005, Mother joined Daddy in heaven at 86, and was buried beside him in Chataignier.  Theirs was a true love story in every respect.  For 50 years they shared life and ministry, supported and respected each other unconditionally, and set an example for generations to come.  Dad never failed to bring a twig, a flower, a feather, whatever he found, to show Mother his deep love for her almost daily.

Someone wrote that "There is something inherently transcendent about relationships and the magical way they elevate us from our material drudgery, if we let them."  However, I think Henry David Thoreau perhaps best described our parent's strong individual characters that together created a uniquely strong relationship. 

“Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side,

 Withstand the winter's storm,

 And spite of wind and tide,

 Grow up the meadow's pride,

 For both are strong.

 

Above they barely touch, but undermined

Down to their deepest source...

Admiring you shall find

Their roots are intertwined

Insep'rably."

Our parents left a legacy from the far Northern-most part of Louisiana to the South-Central part of the state, and only God knows how far beyond that.  We do know of the impact they had and continue to have in the lives of their three daughters, sons-in-law, and their eight grandchildren.  It is our prayer that they never be forgotten and that their legacy continues now to the 5th generation.  We will always miss our "Gentle Giant" and his special lady of great wisdom and our prayer warrior.

These are our treasured memories.  Thank you Mom and Dad


Following Dad's death, Sarah invited people with whom Dad served, current and former church members, friends and family to write what he had meant to them and send it back to her.  She compiled these many letters into a book that each of us treasures.  It will always be a reminder that none of us live in isolation, but our lives are like ripples in a stream; only God knows how far-reaching and to what extent our influence will have on others.

Truly, those who came behind them, have found them faithful!


A few years ago most of the Lazenby grands and greats gathered for a reunion.  We all agreed Papa and Larla would have loved being there and would be exceedingly proud of the lives they left behind.

Post-script:  On December 1, 2023, 9:00 a.m. Gin, Thomas and Sarah were involved in a head-on collision, caused by a young woman driving with a marijuana induced impairment in Avoyelles Parish between Marksville and Alexandria.  Thomas never regained consciousness after the seatbelt ruptured the aorta and was declared dead shortly after being admitted to the hospital.

Sarah, who was driving suffered extensive injury to the lower part of her body and after several days and numerous surgeries, died in the early morning of Wed. Dec. 6, 2023 at Rapides Hospital in Alexandria.

Gingie was hurt but did not require hospitalization.  She has however, had to live with the memories and loss of her husband and sister/best friend.  That is the pain that never goes away.

I give God the credit for directing me to compile this storehouse of information earlier that year so that Sarah's story could be written.  She and Thomas will always be greatly missed.


The purpose of writing this story is that we do not forget.  I want those who come behind to know who we were, and what it was like to grow up in rural Evangeline Parish in the 50's and 60's with parents like Porter and Laura Lazenby.  I've told our story by sharing very candidly experiences of our family.  I'm answering questions our descendants will not know to ask.

You will learn about the rich history that helped form the character of our Chicot family of Calvary Baptist Church and Bayou Chicot in the next three Monday morning posts.

Monday, July 10, 2023

The Lazenby's Story - Bayou Chicot Part 3

Last time, I left you with a story that wasn't very nice and neither was it very Christian.  That is probably why I still remember it so well.  Probably a lot of us have encounters that we would like to have a do-over for.  We can't go back and undo that event with Jerry, but we do know God's forgiveness.  From that experience I have been determined to love others as I know God has loved and forgiven me.  In that respect, I did get a do-over.

Gin and I weren't complete tomboys and mischievous little preacher's kids; we could also be little angels when called for.


Gin did ask for and got a holster and two play pistols for Christmas one year.  I asked for and got a paint-by-number set.  We were both thrilled, but I did secretly wish I had thought about asking for guns instead.

And this is how close we lived to the back of the church.  Told you!

I particularly enjoyed playing dress up and our Aunt Thyra helped feed my fancy for pretty shoes.  Obviously at this point, pattern matching wasn't a big deal but wearing lipstick and a broach on a swimsuit top was.

Being a small community where everyone knew each other - if not related - there was always someone hosting a gathering.  Even though we were not a Cajun community, there were traditions that had been carried down for generations. Mardi Gras, was always the biggest community gathering.  Let me tell you about one.

Early in the morning of Fat Tuesday, always a holiday, the parents met at the school lunch room near our house.  While the parents began cooking salads, rice, gumbos and other Cajun dishes, we kids would get on a trailer pulled by someone's tractor and go throughout the rural community asking for donations.  The routine went something like this:  We would pull up to someone's house and we kids would start singing "Tont', tont' the Mardi Gras, give us a chicken and we'll go home."  This would be repeated over and over while the homeowner went to the yard, got a chicken, rung its neck, put it into a feed sack and gave it to the driver, or give us whatever they could.  Then we went to another country home and repeated the process.  I now realize that it was probably the same people donating every year and were ready for us.  After it was determined we had enough, we would go back to the school where there were pots of hot water ready for plucking and cleaning the chickens before adding them to various pots of roux.

One year, someone had caught a huge logger head turtle that morning and used the meat to make the most delicious turtle sauce piquante.  That was the first and last time I recall eating turtle.  For you non-Louisiana folks sauce piquante is a spicy, tomato-based stew made with any type of meat; the operative word being spicy.

There weren't any floats or parades, no one hollering to be thrown beads and certainly no drunks at our celebrations.  Of course, ours was not the Cajun way of celebrating Mardi Gras, but after all, these folks weren't Cajuns.

In 1955 we went into a building campaign to construct a new church building that would meet the needs of our people and the community. It was a large undertaking that was done in phases and lasted several years.  I am going to tell you more about this church in a future post, but let me give you a bit of information here.

The Calvary Baptist Church was established in 1812 and still is the oldest Baptist Church still in existence west of the Mississippi River.  There was one established earlier further south, but its doors were closed a short time later.


This is the church that was there when we moved to Chicot.  It looked very much as a lot of country churches did in that era except for having the original sills and flooring from the one built in 1845.


Dad did the floor plan and a large part of the actual building of the new church.  The educational unit was first and as money was available the sanctuary was added.  Eventually the old church that had stood in front of our house since 1939 and where both Gin and I had accepted Jesus as our Savior and were baptized was torn down.

Let me share another personal childhood story relating to this.

A large limb on the enormous ancient oak in our back yard is where our rope swing was attached.  We could do all sorts of tricks on that piece of smooth wood tied to the end of the rope.  We were regular acrobats.  It was decided with some of our friends, to create an acrobat performance for our parents.  Since our church was trying to raise funds to complete our new building, we agreed to charge an entrance fee with the proceeds going to the fund.  We may have even envisioned there being a plaque on the wall one day acknowledging our generous contribution.

Each of us worked until we perfected our best trick(s). All the parents showed up and pretended to be aghast at the talent of each performer and paid the ticket charge - maybe 25 cents or whatever the parents could afford. Of course Mother had refreshments afterward and the show was a big success.  Alas, no plaque.

Another tree story but it's mostly a Daddy story:

Our house was surrounded by large oak trees and we loved to climb and pretend.  There was one particular tall tree in the yard that had no low-hanging branches like the others did.  I wanted to climb it but there was nothing to hold on to, so Dad put a ladder against it so I could reach the lowest branch.  Then he created a large disk that he had marked with navigational dials and buttons. He nailed it to the tree trunk above a sturdy limb so it would turn.  He told us "Now you can steer your plane where ever you want to go." It even had a reverse - the first of its kind.  And fly we did!

For complete transparency and because it is still a fun memory for Gin, I am going to share this story.  We had one of those '50's contemporary chairs that had a metal frame with a canvas seat.  It was a favorite chair because we could just curl up in it.

Perhaps it was Gin's turn to sit in it, I don't remember, but she evidently was mad at me.  Now understand I was the older and dominating sister; she was the middle sweet and pleaser child.  Anyway, she crawled around the room unseen and once under the chair, stuck a pin through the cloth and into my behind.  We were never allowed to use the word "butt" so I won't start now, but that's where the pin was embedded.  I do definitely recall the shock, not to mention the pain.  

Of course once Gin got out from under the chair and I recovered, there was a wild bout of chasing and no doubt high pitched screaming around the house until the adults in charge put a stop to it.  It wasn't funny to me for a very long time because it meant I had been had.  But this and one other occasion, let me know Gin was no longer going to put up with her big sister's domination.  Good for her!

In June of 1957, our Lazenby cousins, Jerry and Mike made their first trip to visit us.  We had a great time exploring the woods, playing games and having casting rod competitions.  Mom and Dad had planned a trip to the Gulf Coast in Cameron, La. for the 27th so we could all see a beach for the first time.  Mother had made a huge basket of prepared food to last us for the day.  Little did we know that one of the deadliest hurricanes in U.S. history was headed to the very location we had planned to be on that exact day.  Without the ability to forecast such storms back then, we knew nothing about Hurricane Audrey until it hit the Louisiana coast and quickly moved over us with 125 mph winds and torrential rains. Over 400 lives were lost and millions of dollars of damage done.  Cameron was completely destroyed.

It could have been a very frightening time without power and trees and limbs falling all around us, but Mother and Daddy kept us entertained and well fed from the picnic basket.  I feel sure Mike and Jerry's parents were more alarmed than we were.

We had an interesting story happen during the time immediately following the hurricane that tells you a lot about our parents and especially mother.

Because of the massive flooding as a result of the torrential rains, there were many, many people in our area without a place to live.  Dad and many of the men in our community used their boats for days trying to rescue as many as possible.  Daddy brought home an elderly couple who gave us something to talk about for years.

They were very rural and, let's just say uncouth.  At night we would sit around lanterns and candles because we still had no power, and listen to them talk about their life which was fascinating for us girls.  The problem was, the man dipped snuff and would spit on the floor.  It is probably good to inform you here that our mother was an immaculate housekeeper.  Every time he would spit, Gin and I would look at mother to see her reaction.

We couldn't believe she didn't kick him out of the house the first time it happened.  She sure would have had some stiff discipline for us if we had done something like that.  She did nothing!  Until they went to bed.  Then we saw her disgust and all of us stayed up scrubbing the entire hardwood floor and furniture until it shone and smelled like whatever disinfectant was available in those days.

Thankfully he spent the daytime outside, but the next night she politely handed him a container in which to spit. I'm not sure he had ever had to do this before.  This continued until they were able to return home and it could not have been soon enough for Gin and me.  Just know though that the entire house was cleaned and sterilized from top to bottom the minute they were gone.

This story and oh so many more, tell you about our parent's heart.  They loved people and when they saw a need they did what they could to meet it.  This also meant taking in a local teenage girl who was living in an abusive home.  Ethel lived with us all of her senior year in high school and became our big sister.  She was considered part of our family until her death. Gin and I still think of her with great fondness.

The summer before I entered the eighth grade, I was invited by some friends to a boy/girl party.  I had already attended one where some of the kids played a new game, "Spin-the-Bottle."  This was all new stuff to me, but I had a pretty good feeling that would be the game of choice for this party too.  I also knew there would be dancing, which we did not do.  I chose not to share all of this when I asked permission to attend.  Some things you don't have to tell your parents; they just know.  Needless to say, I was upset at being told I couldn't go and I feel sure there was a bit of drama.  When Dad saw how upset I was, he explained that there were some things young girls just didn't need to do, but if I wanted to dance, he'd be my partner.  He put on a record and waltzed me all around the house because neither of us knew how to jitterbug.  Besides, we didn't have a jitterbug record in the house.  Oh how I loved that man.  That was our daddy.

In 1949, we were emigrants from the northern part of the state.  In 1958, almost ten years later, we belonged to the south central part of Louisiana.  Bayou Chicot had become both home and family and had provided security, freedom to grow and explore in so many ways.  We had not only grown numerically, but bonded as a little family in that safe place.  However, God had more to teach and doors to open.

In December of that year, 1958, Dad accepted the call to pastor Riverview Baptist Church.  It was located north of us and just east of Alexandria, La, in the center of the state.  We moved during the Christmas holidays.  I was in the 8th grade, Gin the sixth, and Sarah yet to start. I will tell you all about that move in the next edition.