Sunday, January 4, 2026

Southeastern La. University History

 Back in 1969, I was a journalism student at Southeastern Louisiana University in Hammond. The teacher asked me to write a short history of SLU for the student newspaper. It turned out to be a rather lengthy history, so much so that the Hammond Vindicator Newspaper wanted to publish it in their community newspaper. 

So, here it is, from 56 years ago, the history of Southeastern Louisiana College (at the time). Click on the images below to make the images and text larger. 








Last year, in 2025, Southeastern celebrated 100 years as an educational institution. Congratulations to SLU and all those who made it what it is today. Time flies when you're living life. 

Text from the above 1969 article follows:

SOUTHEASTERN LOUISIANA COLLEGE

By Ronnie Barthet

The amount of money spent by Southeastern Louisiana College in its overall budgets have doubled since 1963 from $3.5 million to $7.8 million. Presently the college is recognized as one of Hammond's major industries.

From the school' s beginning, however, the road to recognition proved a constant struggle involving land, money, politics and public opinion.

For example, when Dr. R. Norval Garrett, dean of the division of applied sciences, cameto Southeastern in 1930 he asked someone where the campus was located. Not too many people could tell him.

The college gained recognition slowly; major recognition probably came with full membership in the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools on March 3, 1946. Hammond fully realized the school's financial influence on the community when in 1950 SLC President G. J. Tinsley prepared and distributed an income statistics sheet.

Since then Southeastern has continued to gain a favorable reputation in Louisiana and the South. In 1950 an anniversary program heralded the college's first 25 years. At the celebration were leading educators, congressmen and even the Vice President of the United States, Alben W. Barkley. In seven years Southeastern will be celebrating its golden anniversary. 

First called the Hammond Junior College, the school was conceived in January, 1925, by the principal of Hammond High School, Linus Arthur Sims. Talk concerning junior colleges abounded in Louisiana at that time and the need for one near Hammond was apparent to several prominent citizens of the city.

While sitting at his breakfast table reading the "New Orleans Times-Picayune," Principal Sims came across an article written by State Superintendent of Education Tom H. Harris. The story dealt with the possibility of several junior colleges being established in Louisiana.

On his way to school that day, Sims met Oscar Donaldson, president of the Hammond Chamber of Commerce, and told him of his idea. Donaldson approved. The Chamber of Commerce contacted Superintendent Harris, who replied in favor of the proposal. At a meeting with the local school board, Harris said that he didn't see the need for another junior college, but, if the idea gained the public's support, the possibility of locating one in Hammond was good.

Once the news got out that a junior college might be built in the Florida parishes, other towns vied for the chance to have the campus in their area. Bogalusa became especially eagar, yet Tom Harris remained in favor of a Hammond location.

The Tangipahoa Parish Board of Education had to approve the junior college project and arrange for an election to be held to establish funds for the publicly-supported institution. Board members from the north end of the parish were against the idea, thus the election was voted down.

Since the three southern wards paid most of the taxes in the parish, supporters of the junior college asked the Tangipahoa School Board to allow the sixth, seventh and eighth wards to tax only themselves. This proposal brought about a bitter argument at the next board meeting in Amite, nearly ending in outraged tempers and flying fists.

But following a prayer by Dr. Lucius McGehee which calmed a few members, the board voted unanimously to approve the election. The southern end of the parish could tax itself to finance a junior college, the board agreed.

Opponents of the idea questioned the legality of the parish wards taxing themselves for a junior college. They enlisted the aid of the local district attorney who said the plan might not be legal. However, after consulting with State Attorney General Percy Saint, the junior college's supporters learned that, in his opinion, the wards could legally tax themselves.

During the 30 days required to advertise the election, Principal Sims traveled to almost every voting precinct, trying to increase interest in the junior college to spur a favorable vote. A poll conducted before the election showed that 85 per cent of the voters were in favor of the school.

The organizers of the school were so confident they hired a faculty of four with the understanding that their contracts would be void should the election fail. Composing the first faculty were Walter S. McKay, dean of education; Miss Dovie Evora Vickers, English teacher; Miss Marie del Norte Theriot, French teacher and J. P. Montgomery, psychology and education teacher. Later, Miss lone Duncan, was appointed to the faculty to instruct music and art.

Sims was designated as president of the school, now christened the Hammond Junior College. On July 7, 1925, the southern half of Tangipahoa Parish voted to levy a one-mill tax on property assessment to support the junior college. Eight out of ten voters approved the establishment of the institution. The State Board of Education later sanctioned the action.

The junior college opened on Sept. 14, 1925. Forty students enrolled, all freshmen and sophomores. Hammond Junior College was originally conceived as a two-year teacher training institution. Undergraduate work in the arts and sciences was also offered.

Forty-seven courses made up two curricula, both approved by the State Board of Education. Hammond High School facilities were used the first two years of the college's operation. Fees paid by students for the first year amounted to $17 for each 12-week period. The nearby Miller home provided dormitories for 12 girls for $20 a month.

At the end of the first year, six students graduated from the school. Miss May Addison of Hammond received the first diploma given by the College. Other graduates were Tom Foster from Shreveport, Dorothy Snell from Texas, and Gladys Torrence, Verdia Tycer and Mrs. J. B. Campbell, all from Hammond.

In the second year Montgomery took the place of McKay as dean of education and two more teachers joined the faculty: B. A. Tucker in mathematics and R. T. Pursley in science.

Enrollment for the second year totaled 70 with 15 in the graduating class.

Garfield Harris, the first custodial worker hired to care for the campus, came on Oct. 1, 1927. He remained with the school for 21 years and 9 months, mowing lawns, trimming shrubs and tending flower beds. For years he fostered a well-known campus landmark, the Friendship Oak.

Ninety-five students attended the junior college during its, third year. Some classes were housed by a converted barn. In 1928 floods ravaged the Hunter C. Leake residence in the northern section of Hammond. Thoroughly disgusted, he sold his 15-acre tract of land and home to the college for $18,000.

The upstairs of the Leake residence served as a girl's dormitory and the ground floor as the president's home. An old remodeled outbuilding became the college's administration building. Servants' quarters served as classrooms, laboratories and library.

Twenty students graduated the third year. Tension mounted concerning the state's support of the college, as Superintendent Harris had predicted, and area leaders placed the matter before the Louisiana Legislature in June, 1928. Harris, who had favored the junior college before, opposed the measure because the state was short of funds. The prospect of gaining state support appeared dim. Despite set-backs, the bill was introduced and passed unanimously.

Thus the Hammond Junior College became a state institution supported by state funds. At the same time, the name of the school became Southeastern Louisiana College.

When the state took control of the college, 100 students were enrolled, five teachers made up the faculty and the physical plant valued nearly $20,000. Included in the bill for state support, the right to expand to a four-year curricula was granted the college.

Appropriations for the school sometimes fell under the veto of Governor Long, who was promoting LSU as the state university and planning to close down several of the smaller junior colleges. Southeastern did, however, receive the needed money.

Later, the college needed more space, so another battle was fought in the legislature. The debate became so heated that Representative Tom McKneely offered to whip any member who voted against the appropriation bill. The bill passed.

With the state in financial turmoil, Southeastern had a hard time staying open. After a struggle of several months, the college did receive a sum of $10,000 from the Board of Liquidation of the State Debt.

Under the editorship of Carmen F. Palmer of Ponchatoula, Southeastern published the first yearbook entitled "Le Souvenir" in 1929. Linus A. Sims, still president of the institution, said in the annual that four years earlier the college had started on nothing but faith. 

In 1930, a third year was added to the curricula. The state legislature, not forgetting Long' s idea of closing several of the junior colleges, received a proposal to make SLC part of the LSU system in the late 1930's.

Y. L. Fontenot, then president of Southeastern, thought that if the college became part of LSU, that would be the end. Matters looked dim. Eldridge Carroll, a popular Hammond resident, enlisted the aid of another Hammond citizen, O. P. Waldrop, and together they went to Baton Rouge to fight for the bill's defeat.

With the aid of the new governor, Richard W. Leche, they were able to have the bill withdrawn. Southeastern would be not be a part of Louisiana State University.

Governor Leche showed interest in the welfare of the Hammond institution and had championed the college's cases before. He had recommended a budget increase, remedied the building problem slightly and helped to build and name the campus football field, Strawberry Stadium.

The college continued to expand. Buildings were added. Enrollment increased. Routines became habits; habits became customs; customs became traditions. The presidents came and went. The list includes L. A. Sims, Y. L. Fontenot, J. Leon Clark, Gladney Jack Tinsley and Luther H. Dyson.

The college converted to a four-year curricula in 1937, and in May, 1939, the first baccalaureate degrees were conferred. Since then a total of 6,601 degrees have been given by Southeastern. Presently, the faculty and administration personnel number nearly 310.

Friendship Oak continues to grow, as does the Florida parishes' leading institution of higher learning, Southeastern Louisiana College.

End of 1969 Article

Friday, December 26, 2025

Whirlwinds & Tornadoes

 Some friends and I went for a picnic at Bogue Chitto State Park this week, securing a picnic shelter overlooking the wide Bogue Chitto River. It was in a beautiful spot, a large open grassy area with a few trees, benches, and a huge sandy beach, with interesting pieces of gravel embedded in the sand. 

We spread out the lunch goodies on the picnic table, then, while we were eating lunch, a whirlwind appeared in the center of the grassy area. It was not a small whirlwind. It was about 40 feet across and quickly picked up a large number of leaves, swirling them around and around. These whirlwinds are nothing to worry about, as they often appear on large open areas and soon disappear.  This one, though, kept on going. We watched it for a minute, than I said, "Okay, I'm going to run out and get in the middle of it."

   Moments later, I was standing (or trying to remain standing) in the middle of this mini-tornado, with more and more leaves swirling around me. This turned out not to be such a good idea. Not only was I being buffeted by 45 mile an hour winds, but I was continually getting lots of leaves thrown in my face. I ran around the best I could within the whirlwind, with my friends looking on from the picnic table. 

However, the whirlwind slowly drifted closer and closer to the picnic shelter, and my friends began bracing themselves. The 40 mile per hour winds hit the picnic table and cups and bags went flying. Fortunately all the food items had remained sitting in their Tupperware containers and the lids had already been put on them to keep the flies off the food. So while I began chasing a large plastic supermarket bag that had gotten swept up, my friends all put their hands and arms on top of the Tupperware containers to hold them down against the maelstrom.

We only lost a couple of cups and a container of crackers, which the winds scattered across the landscape. After I ran around trying to catch the plastic bag for a few dozen whirlwind revolutions, I finally stood in its path and snagged it as it flew by. 

The whirlwind died down about 20 seconds later, disappearing as quickly as it had popped up. We think it running into a sturdily built picnic shelter structure helped to break it apart. 

I went around trying to pick up as many crackers as I could, but the ants got on them pretty quickly, so we decided to leave some of the crackers for the ants and the birds. 

This wasn't the first time I had been in a whirlwind. In the 1997 tornado that hit Covington, I was in a downtown building with several others when the funnel went overhead. I remember looking out the window and seeing the rain go sideways. The next thing we knew was that sections of the roof were being ripped off and large tree limbs were poking through the ceiling. After we all settled down, I walked around a few blocks surveying the damage. The parking space where I usually parked my car was occupied by someone else's car and a huge tree was lying across the top of it. My car was parked about thirty feet away, somewhat protected by a concrete wall. Trees were atop cars all across the downtown area, corners of buildings had been torn up, but most of all, the second floor of Hebert's Cleaners had collapsed on top of the first floor. 

My first close encounter with a tornado, however, was in 1990. I was camping in a campground in Pell City, Alabama, and around mid-afternoon decided to take a nap. An hour later I woke up, stepped outside my trailer, and noticed a lot of people standing around looking towards the lake. I turn to see what they were looking at and before us was a scene of widespread destruction. Dozens of travel trailers had been turned over, tossed on their sides, and some were ripped apart. Long strips of pink insulation dangled from the trees and littered the ground. The tornado had passed just south of me about 100 feet. I had slept through it. Good thing I was in an Airstream travel trailer, or it might have been toppled over as well.

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

The Unicorn Book

 A friend of mine is writing a new book entitled "Unicorn Sojourn." It  tells the story of a newly-born unicorn named Bjorn who grows up believing in human beings. 

He becomes a target of unicorn scorn because they all know that human beings are imaginary creatures with magical powers. In high school Bjorn joins the football team known as the "Fighting Unicorns" but he is ridiculed when he punctures the football with his unicorn horn. 

He runs away, sits under a rainbow and makes a wish. Suddenly he is whisked away to the land of human beings. He is just as surprised to see them as they are to see him. However, he soon turns his misfortune into a fortune as human beings will buy anything having to do with imaginary creatures with magical powers. 

He starts Unicorn Industries (UIInc.), the world's leading supplier of rainbows. Bjorn becomes rich beyond belief with the promise, "Every rainbow comes with a pot of gold at the end." 

There is also a legal disclaimer in small print: "Be sure to choose the correct end. UI will not be held responsible for any injuries sustained while climbing through brambles trying to get to the end of the rainbow. Pots of gold are subject to previous removal by other people who also saw the same rainbow so no claims are made or can be implied that the pot of gold will be in any previously observed rainbow termination location."

Sunday, October 5, 2025

Downtown Arcadia 1983

 In early 1983 I worked as editor of the Bienville Democrat, a weekly newspaper in Arcadia, LA. That is halfway between Ruston and Shreveport, LA, so it was a long way from Covington, but pretty much the same small town newspaper type goings-on. 

One thing of interest that year was a request of photographs for photographs of the area to put in the Louisiana section of the 1984 Worlds Fair that was to take place in New Orleans. I took over a dozen photographs and submitted them to the Bienville Parish Tourist Commission. I was told they were put on display at the World's Fair, but I had to take their word for it, since I never went to the World's Fair myself.

Here is one of the photographs, this one showing the Arcadia downtown area. Arcadia's main claim to fame was that it was the town where the bodies of Bonnie and Clyde, the bank robbers, were taken after they were shot on the highway going to Gibsland a few miles west. They even made a movie about that recently. 

Arcadia is a great little town and I enjoyed living there, even though one winter it was so cold for so long that all my water pipes froze solid and the entire house had to be re-plumbed. I do remember playing host to some friends of mine from Covington when they came to the area for some deer hunting, and the extreme cold chased them out of their tents in the woods back into civilization. They gave me a call, and I said, come on over, the heaters are on. 



Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Biloxi Seafood Museum Part II

  The Maritime & Seafood Industry Museum in Biloxi, Miss., offers an extensive collection of boats, equipment and informational displays about the seafood industry and the boats that serve that industry. 

A number of photographs were shared in Part One. Here are some more pictures of the museum. Click on the images to make them larger.


Lots of Knots










A lighthouse light


Outboard motor collection


A special room telling about the hurricanes



A special display featuring the Vietnamese fishermen who settled locally


An environmental/ecological overview of the industry


Biloxi's Seafood Industry Museum Part I

 The Maritime & Seafood Industry Museum at the bridge in Biloxi, Miss., offers an extensive collection of boats, equipment and informational displays about the seafood industry and the boats that serve that industry. The facility is a three story modern building filled with full-size boats, numerous scale models, and panels explaining everything from shrimping, crabbing and oystering, the history of Biloxi, and even a timeline of the horrific hurricanes that have ravaged the area and industry.

Here are some pictures of the museum. Click on the images to make them larger. 


Dozens of boat models


Lanterns of all kinds


The Industry Heritage Research Center






The Blessing of the Fleet is a big deal.



Lots of info on boat construction, including a cross-section. 


A Lapeyre shrimp peeling machine that revolutionized the industry 



Plus boats of every kind popular with area folks



A history of Biloxi in photographs




Many artistic renderings of boats in action


They even have a large-scale model of a submarine


Artifacts from the Coast Guard's Biloxi cruiser









Tuesday, September 2, 2025

When Memories Meander

 It's getting to the point where I know and hear about more people coming down with dementia. It's concerning. But having dealt with friends and relatives who have experienced this in their own lives, I decided to write a poem about the issue. 

Here it is.

The New Land 

There comes a time it's hard to rhyme,
No longer can we reason,
We fail to find peace of mind,
Clear thoughts are out of season.

Memories are like the breeze,
They touch, they light, they fly,
Together we made some memories,
On that we could rely.

But the loss is clear, as is the fear,
Memories no longer there,
No sense of when, what would have been,
Or why it was, or where.

Who people were, him and her,
No longer we remember,
Paths we've taken, now forsaken,
Our minds a dying ember.

You may deem that some things seem, 
Little different than before,
But to me, each day I see,
A new world to explore.

From my point of view, all things are new,
I may seem out of touch,
Wondering just what's the cause,
Of why you care so much.

Mystery surrounds me,
A familiar face? But no,
Yesterday I was okay,
But today, not quite so.

So what’s in store? Each day there’s more,
New foods full of flavor,
New friends to meet, new things to eat,
New things to see and savor.

And once again, we can befriend,
Each other day by day,
No longer doubt or feel odd about,
Each going our separate way.

So don’t feel sad or even mad,
That I don’t remember you.
Just introduce yourself each day,
And together we’ll see this through.

What and who may matter not,
As long as we survive,
Each day I stand in this new land,
And feel it's good to be alive.

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 Another poem that may be of interest is "Memories of Memories," or the importance of keeping a family photo album/scrapbook. 

 Memories of Memories

I remember many memories,
But there comes a time at last,
I lose those recollections,
Of things and days long past.
 
Bringing to my aging mind,
Thoughts of people I once knew,
Locations that I visited,
Places that I once flew.
 
Now it is those memories,
That tend to fly away,
So I pause to write them down,
Find pictures that show that day.
 
Across the years my thoughts are strewn,
Of people, places, events,
And I wonder just how soon,
My memories won’t make sense.
 
A day I will be wondering,
What really happened when,
Of who did what to who I knew
And why it happened then.
 
So write them down, make a list.
Of memories you now treasure,
Not only benefits you, my friend,
But your family beyond measure.
 
It helps to every now and then,
Look back and then recall,
People who helped along the way,
And how you did it all.
 
The little things that we ignored,
The challenges we braved,
All of those are memories,
That should somehow be saved.
 
We call them up and write them down.
Find pictures that we took,
Identify folks from left to right,
And fill the old scrapbook.
 
In days to come we will enjoy,
Seeing things we had forgotten,
The people we at one time knew,
The paths that we had trodden.
 
A handheld scrapbook may now seem quaint,
But it may be worth a look,
Cause when memories become memories,
It becomes your favorite book.


Saturday, May 10, 2025

Bellingrath Gardens - Day and Night

 Thursday I drove two hours to Bellingrath Gardens near Mobile, AL, and wow, was it worth it! I don't remember ever going there before, and the gardens were really a spectacular show. Throughout the grounds were special large-scale representations of flowers, dragons, and dolphins, which were all part of the Chinese Lantern Show now going on through June 15th. 

Here are some photographs of the gardens during the day, as well as the lighted sculptures and special attractions better viewed after twilight. Some walkways reminded me of the movie "Avatar."

Click on the images to make them larger. 






The Entrance to the Chinese Lantern Display


Turtles Day/Night





Shark Day/Night



Old Tree Growth in the Gardens




Dolphins




Mighty big crawfish


The Dragon Fish Day/Night




The Chinese Lantern Walkway Day/Night




The Slice Walkway Day/Night



The Chinese Dragon Day/Night








Alligator Day/Night






Tree sparkles at night





Fish lanterns


Jelly Fish Lanterns


Crab Day/Night

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Pandas and Bamboo



A variety of creature lantern sculptures




Wings glowing


Play area for the kids (and adults)








Butterfly Lanterns


Venus Fly Traps


The Humming Bird Bench