Cecil Lapeyrouse Grocery Celebrates 100 Years — 34 Comments

  1. Thank you for writing such a wonderful story about the store. Your story makes it easier for us to keep on working every day like we do. We love this place and put my heart into everything we do for it and reading what you wrote puts a smile on my our faces and in our hearts. Thanks for being such a faithful and loving friend. Your Cocodrie family!!

    • It is my pleasure to do so, and have been wanting to write about y’all for quite a while. The 100th anniversary seemed like a great time to do so! So thankful for your friendship, too!

    • Ahoy Etta & Cecil! Many thanks to Capt. Wendy for bringing us to meet ye (we were “Pyrates Incognito” that day) – the shop is a true gem, an adventure into history and some great tales o’ life in South Louisiana. The beauty o’ the place is the feel o’ community that is abundant there; generations o’ Lapeyrouse welcoming travellers from all parts o’ the Bayou (and beyond) to make groceries, hardware, a cold drink, ice…or just to swap stories over the days catch.

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    • Yep, I got my email notification.
      Is there a small campground next to the store? About 7 yrs ago Hubby and I took a day trip looking for campgrounds and I vaguely remember this store. You can bet if I ever get back down there I will make a point of visiting the store. It sounds like it’s right up my alley.

      • There may be a small campground nearby, and it most certainly is right up your alley, Steffi. If you go, and I’m not around, be sure and tell them who you are! They will welcome you, and you will be most welcome to get you a soft drink and hang out in the garden. You will love it!

  2. kicked out of chemo today. stuck in cornfields. and now I see this…
    go ahead see if my depression gets worse. out to take it all out on the sacaulaits.

    • Go ahead and wrap up that chemo so you can make a trip down. I didn’t mean to worsen your depression, by any means, but surely a super good fishing report would have made you feel worse? Hang tight, Blu. You’ll be done her soon enough!

  3. No end in sight for chemo, they just promised not to dig me body up to continue after the funeral. Big tstorm here. caught 2 gills saw a crappie.

  4. Love the story and the photos. Reminds me of the little store/gas station/feed store/public phone place/etc. that was in the town (2 buildings total) that my 1/2 brothers’ father was from. It is a 2 hour drive northeast of us. It is a small world and the owner of that old store had a daughter who became a teacher and taught my children. And her husband worked with me at the newspaper. Strange that they moved to the same town we live in. I did love the old counters, the big, awkward, gold colored cash register that had the tabs with numbers on them pop up when he rang up a price. The big, glass candy and cookie jars, penny candy, the Coke machine with nickel cokes! And the gas pump that pumped the gas into the top in a clear bowl where it was measured and then into the cars. I would love to come go thru that store! The owners would probably have to push me out to close up!

    I do have a question. What type tree is the one blooming in the last photo? It is beautiful.

    • Maybe every community has an old icon like this one. Truly, they are the dinosaurs of small community. There place is truly like stepping back in time, and i love to go visit Etta there when we can just sit and chat. I’ve even dropped by before and been welcomed to my share of boiled crawfish, served in an old washtub–not that i hate an entire washtub full!!! I will have to ask Etta about that tree–that is an old photo and the tree froze this past winter, and I will let you know what she says, ok? Etta says it’s a Cassia tree – or rainbow shower tree!

  5. Thanks for such a beautiful tribute to my sweet Uncle Cecil and Aunt Etta and the amazing dedication they have to keeping the store open all these years.
    Visits to the store and seeing the current generation, grand kids of family, and locals buzzing around the store reminds me of my childhood where our world revolved around the store and it’s customers every single day.
    It was an extension of our home two doors down and where we celebrated birthdays, and gathered for life’s big moments like the first day of school. It was where we learned about business, customer service and how to work hard. From simple things like picking up trash in parking area out front to stocking shelves inside, to counting minnows and filling gas tanks at the bayou side, it was a daily part of a wonderful childhood to have grown up just two doors down and it has been beautiful to watch the next generation be raised in the same environment for the past 25 years as it was for the previous 75 years. Hearing the sweet comments about Cecil & Etta echo the comments said about my grandparents Chester and Ruby as they kept the store open during their lifetimes. May the future of the store be just as blessed!!!

    • You are most welcome, Tory. I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you at the event. With the family reunion going on next door, there was quite a bit of traffic and nearly impossible to meet and talk to everyone! What wonderful memories you have of growing up with the store in the family. Thanks for sharing those with us!

  6. Got any “old time” hardware stores “bayou”? (Corny, but I couldn’t resist. LOL) I really like those stores too.

  7. How well I remember our trip to Cocodrie and the store. There was so much to see on that trip I hardly could take it all in. Clearly, another trip is required. (Honestly, I think I still was so gobsmacked by seeing those roseate spoonbills, it took a while to come back down to earth!)

    Congrats to them on the centenary. That’s more than an accomplishment in the normal sense. There have been some challenges that would have done in lesser folk.

    Enjoyed the Spanish Moss piece, too. The old City Hotel where I’ve stayed in Breaux Bridge has bousillage construction, and one of the neatest features is a place where they’ve cut out part of the wall so you can see the construction.

    But what really is fun to remember is going to my great-aunt’s house in Baton Rouge when I was a kid. They lived out in the country, more or less, near Harrells Ferry Road. There were pecans trees and lemons, and a tire swing, and a sleeping porch. I remember mattresses and pillows filled with Spanish Moss. I don’t remember chiggers at all, or anything else uncomfortable — just the springiness of that moss. Gosh, there must have been a lot in those mattresses!

    • I didn’t realize the roseates excited you so! Guess what? They were still in the tree Saturday, and I swear one of them cried out, “Where’s your friend, Shoreacres? When is she coming back?” 🙂 Any time, my friend, any time! (A photo of bousillage would have been nice to go along with the Spanish Moss piece, but they don’t give me much room, and I really wanted to share the images of my original Mary Verret moss dolls! They are my treasures.

  8. Your photos do great justice to the eclectic and antique nature of the place. I’m hoping all our friends stumble by here and notice this link and check out the photos.

  9. What a wonderful place! I don’t think I’d know which way to look. I love old places, old things and repurposing other’s folk’s junk into garden art. Once there, I think you’d have a time getting me out!

    Loved Dot-tee’s artwork, though I thought I’d imbibed a bit too much, when I spied those pink gators! lol

    The article on Spanish moss was informative and interesting. Making moss dolls wasn’t something I knew about.

    I did know moss was often used as stuffing. I’d always been told it was chiggers in the moss (aka ‘red bugs’) that were the basis of the saying, “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

    • There is so much to look at, that you are right! Could get lost in the store for days! Dot-tee is known for her pink alligators and their antics! Glad you learned something new about the Spanish Moss–the dolls. I am so proud of mine (my daughter’s really, but I hide them when she comes so she won’t take them with her) because Mrs. Verret has been gone since 1998, and the dolls are natural history treasures.

  10. I happened to walk past the TV this afternoon when Buying The Bayou (rerun) was on, and what do I see…the Cecil Lapeyrouse Grocery. The buyers were on their way to Cocodrie.

  11. It was 1993 as best I can remember when I found myself stranded, almost penniless, but employed as a teacher in Terrebonne Parish. A disastrous relationship brought me to this strange land where I couldn’t even call roll at school without asking for a volunteer to come in at lunch to help me learn how to pronounce Thibodaux, Robichaux, Ledet, Lapeyrouse, and many other names with which my tongue was not familiar. Just up the road from where I was staying was this little store where I had bought gas a couple of times. The people were friendly that worked there and I had noticed that they sold food as well as other items. Swallowing my pride and gathering up my courage, I approached woman owner and asked if they ever let people charge and explained I was waiting for my teaching check to come in the first of the month. She reached under the counter and pulled out this long box full of old-fashioned receipt books and opened an account for me. That was Etta. She is my best friend to this day although we live miles and miles apart. Cecil and Etta are special people and I love them.

    • What a wonderful story of part of your life adventure down the bayou but also of Etta’s loving kindness. I’m sorry you’re not still down here, as I would love to meet you. Can’t wait to talk to Etta about you and let her know that you left a comment. She will be thrilled! At what school were you teaching? Because there is no school near the store. I’m wondering how you ended up way down there? Yes, I’m nosy, but we do love a good story around here! Thanks for reading and for sharing! Come back any time, Pat.

      • I taught at several schools in Terrebonne Parish – LaCache, Little Caillou, Upper Little Caillou, and South Terrebone. The story about how I wound up in Cocodrie is long, not pretty, has something to do with a man, and I just don’t want to talk about it! The best thing about the relationship with Mr. Not Wonderful is that it brought me to Louisiana and set in motion some amazing events that enriched my life immeasurably.
        Would like to meet you as well. Etta has told me we would hit it off.

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