We grew up hearing it year after year, and were made to believe it. "It's an honor to be a deClouet." If there was ever any doubt one could just ask Uncle Mike, Aunt Dawn, or Grandpa (if you had patience) and confirmation was given on the history of the DeClouets, a proud family whose lineage can be traced back as far as 1700 when Jean Martin de Clouet de Pietre was born in Cambrai, France.
Leave it to my cousin
John to provide us with evidence of such claims. A work in progress on the Descendants of Jean Martin de Clouet de Pietre can be found at
http://www.declouet.expressionsunlimitedinc.com/ . In addition to our geneology it also contains a list of DeClouet letters dating from 1811-1917 The originals can be found in ULL's library, which, along with LSU's, holds a vast amount of history on the DeClouet family that will soon be available at our fingertips.
I believe John has sent out a mass email
(No, you didn't misread. The guy who hates mass emails has sent one out, and he expects everyone to read it.) to all in an attempt to gain assistance in his ongoing project. It benefits all who are interested, so please contribute.
Thanks again John.
Abita has introduced a new beer that fits in between the Strawberry and Pecan harvest, and is available for a limited time at your local Abita dealer...man I sound like Billy Mays (not right). The Satsuma Wit is definitely worth a shot as I'm finding out this afternoon after a 6-miler.
Uncle Mike, John, and Charlotte.
Every time I get in I feel like I'm unveiling a new car to the public, and pull the sheet as if I were a showman. A couple of walkers have caught me in the act, but so far no questions asked.
Maggie is not keeping so fit after the start of her heart worm treatment. Not being able to run about is definitely taking a toll on her chiseled form. She can be found lying uncomfortably in her chair at just about any time of the day. From this picture it looks as though we'll be getting her a new chair soon.
Today was a great workout. Finally starting to make some progress until Karen decides to show me up. Her form is rediculously superior to mine...not to mention she makes it look effortless. I am completely out of my element (like a minow in a pool of sharks).
Coach Carlee after a busy workout, and a busy day in which she celebrated the gaining of a year.
The Zander was in on the action for the final two days.
His handiwork can be seen in every board that displays his signature style.
Who wants a perfect cookie-cutter fence. Uneven is the way to go.
A little bit of privacy and no more eye sore. I'm thinking of draping a banner across the fence thanking the neighbors for their patience...five months is a long time.
My favorite picture of the day, by far. I don't spend nearly enough time with my sister, and to do so this past Sunday was definitely a treat.
Nick determined to get us home on time, and Jordan being a supportive friend.
Karen and I before taking the shortest ride of the afternoon.
Bad mood passed, and telling us that he's number 1?
