Obituary - The Lafayette Daily Advertiser; 1/20/2021
Marie-Pauline Boudreaux Richard
Scott -
Marie-Pauline Richard née Boudreaux (Polly) passed away peacefully at her home surrounded by loved ones. She leaves in grief, her devoted son, Zachary, grand-daughter Sarah Lattès of Paris, France, great grand-son Émile Cullin, nephews Ned, Francis and Jim Boudreaux and many close friends and family. She was preceded by her husband of 58 years, Eddie Joseph Richard, her parents André and Julie Martin Boudreaux, brothers Emick, Eddie (Badé), Edvard, Charles and Claude Cinquième.
POLLY
Your weary green eyes closed for the final time.
Passing the portal into the endless night
Your light to shine in the constellation
Of the ones you have loved
And who have gone before,
Your path marked by the truth that you have known:
The faith that you embraced
Like the blanket that kept you warm
Swathed like the child that you had become.
The hope that was shining in your ready smile,
The relentless belief that good things would come
And that your suffering would be relieved,
As you had relieved the suffering of
Those close to you.
And the kindness that shone brightly
In your smile as graceful and lovely
As it had been in the days when you were young
And in love with the man with whom you
Would share your life.
Wife, mother, daughter, caring for those
Close without question or pause
The cause of your devotion in your bones
And blood and sinew renewing
With each passing day
Always ready to give.
Living in the certitude that
You drew from your God
And the community that
Loved you
The souvenirs piled like
Leaves fallen in the autumn breeze.
Washing your mother's hair
When she could no longer.
Its dark strands cascading
To the floor, combed and
Pulled into their tresses and
Wound like crown around
Her frail head.
The endless vigil at your father's bed.
Constant in his long agony, And sitting alone
During the dark hours
When the man with whom
You spent 58 years
Was taken from you
In the fast fury of cancer's brutal storm.
The picture of you two,
Young lovers, holding each other close
In a summer's embrace
The grace of your love
Shining like the sun.
And the stories of your
Young days. Captain of the team,
Your lithe body full of the
Vigor of your dreams,
Your graduation in high heels
Hat and gloves, elegant and worldly
Beyond your days.
And younger still
Roller skating all the way to Lafayette
On hiway 90 before there were cars
And younger still,
Climbing the roof
With your two friends
And pulling up your skirts
Peeing to see whose stream
Would flow the fastest
And be first to reach the ground.
In that old house where
You spent most of your days
Laughter's echo and the remains
Of the good times
Crusted on the walls like
The smoke from the old stove
At which your mother would
Make supper for you, the baby
And her rambunctious five boys,
And the wire of a man she loved.
The joy sustaining you
Through the hard times.
The war. You were just 19 when
The man your loved went off,
He but a boy.
The scars of that time worn smooth
In the happiness that swept
You up like a lunar tide riding
The happiness of his return.
Much has been said of the
Heroes like him
Who gave themselves to the struggle,
But what of their wives
And loved ones
Who stayed by the hearth side
And who prayed
Making the long years rhyme
With their love.
And when it was done
Starting life anew, building
With confidence and reason
Plumbed by the sacrifice shared.
A little house and a child
Your tender caress and charming smile
Making sure that your man
Understood that there was more
To life than work. Creating joy
Generously and with care.
Your friends, your town,
The cub scouts that you welcomed
And the ladies that you knew,
The crew of small town women dynamos
Who shared their lives and
The stories of their moody men
And troublesome children
And who drank coffee and played cards.
Gathered around the dining room table
Like a hive of buzzing bees delighting
In the mischievous conversation and
On the food you had prepared.
Planning for days to make
Everything just so, filling each
Cup with the syrup of your black coffee
Seasoned with the milk of your kindness
Sweetened by your laughter and charm.
Your holy trinity of the three Cs:
Cards, Coffee and the Cat.
Later with you in treasured memory
Sitting at your kitchen table
Playing with cards as big as the phone book
Squinting to see what fate and chance
Had provided. Your sight dimmed
But your spirit untamed
Your irreverent and
Deliciously mocking humor
Never out of reach
Using it like a stirring spoon to
Cook the roux that would become
The gumbo of your life.
Lвche pas la patate, Mкme si elle est chaude.
You would say to me. You have left a hole
In the shape of all of the love you gave,
Your tender gaze and pleasant disposition
A gift to all who had the fortune to know you.
The flowers faded on the mantle of
The life that you have lived
Leaving behind a souvenir of glorious color
And the sweet smell that will never fade.
I will miss you every minute of every day
And Love you until the end of time.
Funeral services will be held on Friday, January 22, 2021 at 11:00 AM in Sts. Peter & Paul Catholic Church in Scott.
Entombment will be in the Sts. Peter & Paul Mausoleum.
The Most Rev. Michael Jarrell, Bishop Emeritus, will be the Celebrant of the Funeral Mass and will conduct the services.
Pallbearers will be Thomas Delhomme, Rodney Savoy, Dudley Fruge, John Prados, Pat McCarthy and Tom Wicker.
Honorary Pallbearers will be Francis Boudreaux and James Boudreaux..
Memorial contributions can be made in Polly's name to the Acadiana Animal Aid, www.acadianaanimalaid.org.
A heartfelt appreciation is extended by the Richard family for the love and care given Miss Polly to Melissa Bonin, Alice Noel, Geraldine Sonnier, Christine Ibrahim, Christina Ruth, Joe Cain, Jackie Stoute, Deborah Domengeaux, Mary LeBlanc, Regina Rainwater, Clydene Payne
View the obituary and guestbook online at www.mourning.com
Martin & Castille-SCOTT-802 Alfred St., Scott, LA 70583, 337-234-2320
Marie-Pauline Boudreaux Richard
Scott -
Marie-Pauline Richard née Boudreaux (Polly) passed away peacefully at her home surrounded by loved ones. She leaves in grief, her devoted son, Zachary, grand-daughter Sarah Lattès of Paris, France, great grand-son Émile Cullin, nephews Ned, Francis and Jim Boudreaux and many close friends and family. She was preceded by her husband of 58 years, Eddie Joseph Richard, her parents André and Julie Martin Boudreaux, brothers Emick, Eddie (Badé), Edvard, Charles and Claude Cinquième.
POLLY
Your weary green eyes closed for the final time.
Passing the portal into the endless night
Your light to shine in the constellation
Of the ones you have loved
And who have gone before,
Your path marked by the truth that you have known:
The faith that you embraced
Like the blanket that kept you warm
Swathed like the child that you had become.
The hope that was shining in your ready smile,
The relentless belief that good things would come
And that your suffering would be relieved,
As you had relieved the suffering of
Those close to you.
And the kindness that shone brightly
In your smile as graceful and lovely
As it had been in the days when you were young
And in love with the man with whom you
Would share your life.
Wife, mother, daughter, caring for those
Close without question or pause
The cause of your devotion in your bones
And blood and sinew renewing
With each passing day
Always ready to give.
Living in the certitude that
You drew from your God
And the community that
Loved you
The souvenirs piled like
Leaves fallen in the autumn breeze.
Washing your mother's hair
When she could no longer.
Its dark strands cascading
To the floor, combed and
Pulled into their tresses and
Wound like crown around
Her frail head.
The endless vigil at your father's bed.
Constant in his long agony, And sitting alone
During the dark hours
When the man with whom
You spent 58 years
Was taken from you
In the fast fury of cancer's brutal storm.
The picture of you two,
Young lovers, holding each other close
In a summer's embrace
The grace of your love
Shining like the sun.
And the stories of your
Young days. Captain of the team,
Your lithe body full of the
Vigor of your dreams,
Your graduation in high heels
Hat and gloves, elegant and worldly
Beyond your days.
And younger still
Roller skating all the way to Lafayette
On hiway 90 before there were cars
And younger still,
Climbing the roof
With your two friends
And pulling up your skirts
Peeing to see whose stream
Would flow the fastest
And be first to reach the ground.
In that old house where
You spent most of your days
Laughter's echo and the remains
Of the good times
Crusted on the walls like
The smoke from the old stove
At which your mother would
Make supper for you, the baby
And her rambunctious five boys,
And the wire of a man she loved.
The joy sustaining you
Through the hard times.
The war. You were just 19 when
The man your loved went off,
He but a boy.
The scars of that time worn smooth
In the happiness that swept
You up like a lunar tide riding
The happiness of his return.
Much has been said of the
Heroes like him
Who gave themselves to the struggle,
But what of their wives
And loved ones
Who stayed by the hearth side
And who prayed
Making the long years rhyme
With their love.
And when it was done
Starting life anew, building
With confidence and reason
Plumbed by the sacrifice shared.
A little house and a child
Your tender caress and charming smile
Making sure that your man
Understood that there was more
To life than work. Creating joy
Generously and with care.
Your friends, your town,
The cub scouts that you welcomed
And the ladies that you knew,
The crew of small town women dynamos
Who shared their lives and
The stories of their moody men
And troublesome children
And who drank coffee and played cards.
Gathered around the dining room table
Like a hive of buzzing bees delighting
In the mischievous conversation and
On the food you had prepared.
Planning for days to make
Everything just so, filling each
Cup with the syrup of your black coffee
Seasoned with the milk of your kindness
Sweetened by your laughter and charm.
Your holy trinity of the three Cs:
Cards, Coffee and the Cat.
Later with you in treasured memory
Sitting at your kitchen table
Playing with cards as big as the phone book
Squinting to see what fate and chance
Had provided. Your sight dimmed
But your spirit untamed
Your irreverent and
Deliciously mocking humor
Never out of reach
Using it like a stirring spoon to
Cook the roux that would become
The gumbo of your life.
Lвche pas la patate, Mкme si elle est chaude.
You would say to me. You have left a hole
In the shape of all of the love you gave,
Your tender gaze and pleasant disposition
A gift to all who had the fortune to know you.
The flowers faded on the mantle of
The life that you have lived
Leaving behind a souvenir of glorious color
And the sweet smell that will never fade.
I will miss you every minute of every day
And Love you until the end of time.
Funeral services will be held on Friday, January 22, 2021 at 11:00 AM in Sts. Peter & Paul Catholic Church in Scott.
Entombment will be in the Sts. Peter & Paul Mausoleum.
The Most Rev. Michael Jarrell, Bishop Emeritus, will be the Celebrant of the Funeral Mass and will conduct the services.
Pallbearers will be Thomas Delhomme, Rodney Savoy, Dudley Fruge, John Prados, Pat McCarthy and Tom Wicker.
Honorary Pallbearers will be Francis Boudreaux and James Boudreaux..
Memorial contributions can be made in Polly's name to the Acadiana Animal Aid, www.acadianaanimalaid.org.
A heartfelt appreciation is extended by the Richard family for the love and care given Miss Polly to Melissa Bonin, Alice Noel, Geraldine Sonnier, Christine Ibrahim, Christina Ruth, Joe Cain, Jackie Stoute, Deborah Domengeaux, Mary LeBlanc, Regina Rainwater, Clydene Payne
View the obituary and guestbook online at www.mourning.com
Martin & Castille-SCOTT-802 Alfred St., Scott, LA 70583, 337-234-2320
Obituary - The Lafayette Daily Advertiser; 1/20/2021
Marie-Pauline Boudreaux Richard
Scott -
Marie-Pauline Richard née Boudreaux (Polly) passed away peacefully at her home surrounded by loved ones. She leaves in grief, her devoted son, Zachary, grand-daughter Sarah Lattès of Paris, France, great grand-son Émile Cullin, nephews Ned, Francis and Jim Boudreaux and many close friends and family. She was preceded by her husband of 58 years, Eddie Joseph Richard, her parents André and Julie Martin Boudreaux, brothers Emick, Eddie (Badé), Edvard, Charles and Claude Cinquième.
POLLY
Your weary green eyes closed for the final time.
Passing the portal into the endless night
Your light to shine in the constellation
Of the ones you have loved
And who have gone before,
Your path marked by the truth that you have known:
The faith that you embraced
Like the blanket that kept you warm
Swathed like the child that you had become.
The hope that was shining in your ready smile,
The relentless belief that good things would come
And that your suffering would be relieved,
As you had relieved the suffering of
Those close to you.
And the kindness that shone brightly
In your smile as graceful and lovely
As it had been in the days when you were young
And in love with the man with whom you
Would share your life.
Wife, mother, daughter, caring for those
Close without question or pause
The cause of your devotion in your bones
And blood and sinew renewing
With each passing day
Always ready to give.
Living in the certitude that
You drew from your God
And the community that
Loved you
The souvenirs piled like
Leaves fallen in the autumn breeze.
Washing your mother's hair
When she could no longer.
Its dark strands cascading
To the floor, combed and
Pulled into their tresses and
Wound like crown around
Her frail head.
The endless vigil at your father's bed.
Constant in his long agony, And sitting alone
During the dark hours
When the man with whom
You spent 58 years
Was taken from you
In the fast fury of cancer's brutal storm.
The picture of you two,
Young lovers, holding each other close
In a summer's embrace
The grace of your love
Shining like the sun.
And the stories of your
Young days. Captain of the team,
Your lithe body full of the
Vigor of your dreams,
Your graduation in high heels
Hat and gloves, elegant and worldly
Beyond your days.
And younger still
Roller skating all the way to Lafayette
On hiway 90 before there were cars
And younger still,
Climbing the roof
With your two friends
And pulling up your skirts
Peeing to see whose stream
Would flow the fastest
And be first to reach the ground.
In that old house where
You spent most of your days
Laughter's echo and the remains
Of the good times
Crusted on the walls like
The smoke from the old stove
At which your mother would
Make supper for you, the baby
And her rambunctious five boys,
And the wire of a man she loved.
The joy sustaining you
Through the hard times.
The war. You were just 19 when
The man your loved went off,
He but a boy.
The scars of that time worn smooth
In the happiness that swept
You up like a lunar tide riding
The happiness of his return.
Much has been said of the
Heroes like him
Who gave themselves to the struggle,
But what of their wives
And loved ones
Who stayed by the hearth side
And who prayed
Making the long years rhyme
With their love.
And when it was done
Starting life anew, building
With confidence and reason
Plumbed by the sacrifice shared.
A little house and a child
Your tender caress and charming smile
Making sure that your man
Understood that there was more
To life than work. Creating joy
Generously and with care.
Your friends, your town,
The cub scouts that you welcomed
And the ladies that you knew,
The crew of small town women dynamos
Who shared their lives and
The stories of their moody men
And troublesome children
And who drank coffee and played cards.
Gathered around the dining room table
Like a hive of buzzing bees delighting
In the mischievous conversation and
On the food you had prepared.
Planning for days to make
Everything just so, filling each
Cup with the syrup of your black coffee
Seasoned with the milk of your kindness
Sweetened by your laughter and charm.
Your holy trinity of the three Cs:
Cards, Coffee and the Cat.
Later with you in treasured memory
Sitting at your kitchen table
Playing with cards as big as the phone book
Squinting to see what fate and chance
Had provided. Your sight dimmed
But your spirit untamed
Your irreverent and
Deliciously mocking humor
Never out of reach
Using it like a stirring spoon to
Cook the roux that would become
The gumbo of your life.
Lвche pas la patate, Mкme si elle est chaude.
You would say to me. You have left a hole
In the shape of all of the love you gave,
Your tender gaze and pleasant disposition
A gift to all who had the fortune to know you.
The flowers faded on the mantle of
The life that you have lived
Leaving behind a souvenir of glorious color
And the sweet smell that will never fade.
I will miss you every minute of every day
And Love you until the end of time.
Funeral services will be held on Friday, January 22, 2021 at 11:00 AM in Sts. Peter & Paul Catholic Church in Scott.
Entombment will be in the Sts. Peter & Paul Mausoleum.
The Most Rev. Michael Jarrell, Bishop Emeritus, will be the Celebrant of the Funeral Mass and will conduct the services.
Pallbearers will be Thomas Delhomme, Rodney Savoy, Dudley Fruge, John Prados, Pat McCarthy and Tom Wicker.
Honorary Pallbearers will be Francis Boudreaux and James Boudreaux..
Memorial contributions can be made in Polly's name to the Acadiana Animal Aid, www.acadianaanimalaid.org.
A heartfelt appreciation is extended by the Richard family for the love and care given Miss Polly to Melissa Bonin, Alice Noel, Geraldine Sonnier, Christine Ibrahim, Christina Ruth, Joe Cain, Jackie Stoute, Deborah Domengeaux, Mary LeBlanc, Regina Rainwater, Clydene Payne
View the obituary and guestbook online at www.mourning.com
Martin & Castille-SCOTT-802 Alfred St., Scott, LA 70583, 337-234-2320
Marie-Pauline Boudreaux Richard
Scott -
Marie-Pauline Richard née Boudreaux (Polly) passed away peacefully at her home surrounded by loved ones. She leaves in grief, her devoted son, Zachary, grand-daughter Sarah Lattès of Paris, France, great grand-son Émile Cullin, nephews Ned, Francis and Jim Boudreaux and many close friends and family. She was preceded by her husband of 58 years, Eddie Joseph Richard, her parents André and Julie Martin Boudreaux, brothers Emick, Eddie (Badé), Edvard, Charles and Claude Cinquième.
POLLY
Your weary green eyes closed for the final time.
Passing the portal into the endless night
Your light to shine in the constellation
Of the ones you have loved
And who have gone before,
Your path marked by the truth that you have known:
The faith that you embraced
Like the blanket that kept you warm
Swathed like the child that you had become.
The hope that was shining in your ready smile,
The relentless belief that good things would come
And that your suffering would be relieved,
As you had relieved the suffering of
Those close to you.
And the kindness that shone brightly
In your smile as graceful and lovely
As it had been in the days when you were young
And in love with the man with whom you
Would share your life.
Wife, mother, daughter, caring for those
Close without question or pause
The cause of your devotion in your bones
And blood and sinew renewing
With each passing day
Always ready to give.
Living in the certitude that
You drew from your God
And the community that
Loved you
The souvenirs piled like
Leaves fallen in the autumn breeze.
Washing your mother's hair
When she could no longer.
Its dark strands cascading
To the floor, combed and
Pulled into their tresses and
Wound like crown around
Her frail head.
The endless vigil at your father's bed.
Constant in his long agony, And sitting alone
During the dark hours
When the man with whom
You spent 58 years
Was taken from you
In the fast fury of cancer's brutal storm.
The picture of you two,
Young lovers, holding each other close
In a summer's embrace
The grace of your love
Shining like the sun.
And the stories of your
Young days. Captain of the team,
Your lithe body full of the
Vigor of your dreams,
Your graduation in high heels
Hat and gloves, elegant and worldly
Beyond your days.
And younger still
Roller skating all the way to Lafayette
On hiway 90 before there were cars
And younger still,
Climbing the roof
With your two friends
And pulling up your skirts
Peeing to see whose stream
Would flow the fastest
And be first to reach the ground.
In that old house where
You spent most of your days
Laughter's echo and the remains
Of the good times
Crusted on the walls like
The smoke from the old stove
At which your mother would
Make supper for you, the baby
And her rambunctious five boys,
And the wire of a man she loved.
The joy sustaining you
Through the hard times.
The war. You were just 19 when
The man your loved went off,
He but a boy.
The scars of that time worn smooth
In the happiness that swept
You up like a lunar tide riding
The happiness of his return.
Much has been said of the
Heroes like him
Who gave themselves to the struggle,
But what of their wives
And loved ones
Who stayed by the hearth side
And who prayed
Making the long years rhyme
With their love.
And when it was done
Starting life anew, building
With confidence and reason
Plumbed by the sacrifice shared.
A little house and a child
Your tender caress and charming smile
Making sure that your man
Understood that there was more
To life than work. Creating joy
Generously and with care.
Your friends, your town,
The cub scouts that you welcomed
And the ladies that you knew,
The crew of small town women dynamos
Who shared their lives and
The stories of their moody men
And troublesome children
And who drank coffee and played cards.
Gathered around the dining room table
Like a hive of buzzing bees delighting
In the mischievous conversation and
On the food you had prepared.
Planning for days to make
Everything just so, filling each
Cup with the syrup of your black coffee
Seasoned with the milk of your kindness
Sweetened by your laughter and charm.
Your holy trinity of the three Cs:
Cards, Coffee and the Cat.
Later with you in treasured memory
Sitting at your kitchen table
Playing with cards as big as the phone book
Squinting to see what fate and chance
Had provided. Your sight dimmed
But your spirit untamed
Your irreverent and
Deliciously mocking humor
Never out of reach
Using it like a stirring spoon to
Cook the roux that would become
The gumbo of your life.
Lвche pas la patate, Mкme si elle est chaude.
You would say to me. You have left a hole
In the shape of all of the love you gave,
Your tender gaze and pleasant disposition
A gift to all who had the fortune to know you.
The flowers faded on the mantle of
The life that you have lived
Leaving behind a souvenir of glorious color
And the sweet smell that will never fade.
I will miss you every minute of every day
And Love you until the end of time.
Funeral services will be held on Friday, January 22, 2021 at 11:00 AM in Sts. Peter & Paul Catholic Church in Scott.
Entombment will be in the Sts. Peter & Paul Mausoleum.
The Most Rev. Michael Jarrell, Bishop Emeritus, will be the Celebrant of the Funeral Mass and will conduct the services.
Pallbearers will be Thomas Delhomme, Rodney Savoy, Dudley Fruge, John Prados, Pat McCarthy and Tom Wicker.
Honorary Pallbearers will be Francis Boudreaux and James Boudreaux..
Memorial contributions can be made in Polly's name to the Acadiana Animal Aid, www.acadianaanimalaid.org.
A heartfelt appreciation is extended by the Richard family for the love and care given Miss Polly to Melissa Bonin, Alice Noel, Geraldine Sonnier, Christine Ibrahim, Christina Ruth, Joe Cain, Jackie Stoute, Deborah Domengeaux, Mary LeBlanc, Regina Rainwater, Clydene Payne
View the obituary and guestbook online at www.mourning.com
Martin & Castille-SCOTT-802 Alfred St., Scott, LA 70583, 337-234-2320
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