There have been two Bucks in my life (not counting the deer). Both are deceased. One was my good friend Michael “Buck” Roy. The other was my grandfather, Stephen Jefferson “Buck” Barbre. He was known as “Prof” by most of his friends and acquaintances, because he was an educator. But I knew him as “Buck,” not “Gramps” or “Grandfather” but just “Buck.” My sisters and cousins also called him “Buck.” And no, I don’t know why.
Barbre is French, and the family tree shows it spelled several different ways. Buck Barbre hailed from McCrea, Louisiana in Pointe Coupee Parish. He went to college at the Southwestern Louisiana Institute in Lafayette, Louisiana. It was called the University of Southwestern Louisiana when I attended in the sixties, and is now known as the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. He later attended Mississippi A&M and Louisiana State University for advanced degrees.
Upon graduation, he took a position as a teacher at Carencro in Lafayette Parish and then another in Washington Parish, then finally at Jena High School in LaSalle Parish. There he met and fell in love with Rubye Ina Boddie. They married in 1922. From 1922 to 1924 he was principal at Loranger High School in Tangipahoa Parish.
In 1924 a new high school was built in Kenner, Louisiana in Jefferson Parish, and he took the position as it’s first principal. That building was designed by architect William T. Nolan who designed a number of buildings in Louisiana that are on the National Register of Historical Places.
When Buck and his young family moved to Kenner, they stayed in what I will call a “boarding house” until they could find proper housing. I think this boarding house was somewhere along the tracks not far from the Cristina Ice House. The only thing I remember them saying about this place was how the water from the cistern tasted funny. That was because they found a dead rat in it.
They then moved from there to a rented house on Third Street about a block from Clay Street. At this time the levee was being pushed back closer to Third Street with First and Second Streets disappearing into the Mississippi River. Like many back then, the Barbre family had chickens, and the levee construction crew overdid the dynamite just a tad and blew a hunk of tree stump over their house and killed their rooster in the back yard.
From there they moved to Williams Street between Sixth Street and Airline. They had chickens there too, and family lore has Buck catching a chicken-stealing possum by the tail as he exited the coop. He dispatched him with a whack on the head with a hammer.
They then built a house on the corner of Sixth Street and Minor. Son Lockbaum built that house. That was around 1947 or 48. They remained there until both Buck and later “Mother,” as we called Rubye, passed away in the seventies.
When Jefferson Parish built East Jefferson High School in 1955, they picked Buck to be its first principal. I graduated from there in 1962.
He never drove a car. My grandmother or a friend always chauffeured him around. She took him back and forth to Kenner HS, and later, Joe Yenni drove him to EJ and back. And no, I don’t know why he never drove. We were never given an explanation when we asked.
Buck and I were very close. My mother and I lived with them between her divorce from her first husband and when she married Dr. M.B. Casteix in 1950. She worked at Keller Zanders on Canal Street, so Mother and Buck took care of me while she was at work.
I had a pedal car of sorts that was like an airplane with stubby little wings and tail. I was only about four and got into some paint and proceeded to paint it white. Mother caught me down in the garage with paint splattered all over my airplane/pedal car, the garage, and me. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Painting my airplane, and I have to hurry and get this done before Buck gets home and catches me,” was my lame answer.
Buck retired from EJ in 1964. At his retirement party, they presented him with a copy of the portrait that had hung in the office at Kenner High School. They also gave him the handheld school bell he used to ring to start classes at Kenner HS before they put in the electric bell system. That’s it on the right. During the many speeches at his party, someone asked him why he waited so long to retire, probably expecting some pontificating from him about personal dedication to the job and the kids of Jefferson Parish. His replied with a chuckle, “I wanted to make sure Lane graduated from high school.”
Buck died in December of 1972 right after I got out of the Air Force. He went in for heart surgery and died of complications from the surgery. They could not account for all the surgical sponges after they closed him up and had to open him up again to search for the missing sponge. They did not find it inside him but later found it in a trashcan. He never recovered from that. He lingered on for a few more days, and one of the last things he asked was, “Is Lane home yet?” I had been discharged and was home two weeks before his surgery, but he was so disoriented he did not remember. Christmas that year was the worst I have ever experienced.
5 responses to “Buck Barbre and Me”
Thanks for that Lane. It filled in some holes in my memory and some I didn’t even know about. When Mr. Barbre retired from EJ in 64, that was the last year EJ had girls for a long time. He was so well respected as an educator. He was loved by all the teachers and students. I remember he let the boy scouts use his back shed to keep our paper drive old news papers and magazines. In fact we spent hours reading some of the more “interesting” magazines for preteens but don’t tell Mom and Dad.
Those more “interesting” mags got stuffed in the ceiling for “future reference.” We kind of made a mess of their neatly stacked bundles in our quest for more “interesting” reading material. I wonder of Mr. Hansen or Mr. Carter knew who did that? Probably.
I was in the first graduating class at E.J., 1956 , We helped set up the desks, and stuff in the home ec dept. What a time. I came from Metairie H.S. and loved Mr. Hubble., but we really liked Mr. Barbe, too. He was a quiet, well mannered “little” man who was friendly, kind yet stern, to run all those kids the first year they were intermingling!! That was quite a group… all rivals, from different parts of the parish and at the ages of the most spirit.
I did not know that he was driven around, or that he enjoyed chickens.. lol. Thanks for a few minutes of reminiscing. Sandra Lea Moise
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I am a life long resident of Kenner attending 1st to 9th grade at Kenner, graduating East Jefferson in 1960. Jerome Breaux was principal in senior year. So sorry when Prof left. Had him as Prof all of schools years. Don’t feel have the right to correct you, but l think he retired in 1959.
I don’t know where you got that date from. He was principal at Kenner High School from when it opened in 1924 through 1955. When East Jefferson High School opened in, I believe, 1956 (built in 1955), he became principal there, and Kenner HS became Kenner Junior High and later Kenner Middle School. He was principal at EJ when I graduated from there in 1962. I believe he retired two years later, but it could have been three years later.