A Life Worthy of the Lord

Betty Ann Taylor Richard remembers Nonco

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Sat, 17 Apr 2021 03:39:04 GMT

My name is Betty Ann Taylor Richard. I was born and raised in Arnaudville. My parents were Welzie and Anna Schexnayder Taylor. The last home I can remember was on Ti-Adam Guidry Road on the corner where there use to be a big oak tree that grew in the middle of the lane.

I remember pretty well when Nonco would appear at our house. He usually had his hat on and also his dog. Sometimes, he would carry his dog because his little dog would get tired.

Usually, we would sit on the end of the porch and he would visit and talk about the leaflet that he would give us.

Yes, today, we all wish we would have paid more attention to him and have shown him more thankfulness. I wish I would have; but, when you are young, you don't think that way.

I hope all that the people are doing in Arnaudville will be successful and Nonco will be canonized. It would be wonderful. Thank you!

P.S.: My little brother is Henry Charles Taylor, the Nonco Foundation Treasurer.

Perry Anthony Dautreuil is grateful.

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Mon, 18 May 2020 01:35:06 GMT

Perry requested a favor and felt immediately better

I had kidney disease and it led to having 17 stones that generated a lot of pain and suffering.

With the help of various doctors, mainly at emergency rooms, the medicines and procedures resolved this problem. The doctors told me that the damage to my kidneys was done. I would never be the same. My kidneys were not functioning normally.

Favor Requested: I prayed for Nonco to intercede. That was my only hope to pray to him. I immediately started feeling better. My condition greatly improved. I set up an appointment with my doctor and we were both shocked when tests results showed my kidney function was normal.

Favor Received: There is no doubt, Nonco, thru his intercession, remedied my kidney medical problems and got the kidneys to heal and to perform normally.

I continue to pray to Nonco, a SERVANT OF GOD, to help with a long list of medical problems I continue to have.

I will be willing to put all of this in the form of an affidavit, have it notarized and tell my story to the Pastor of Arnaudville.

Irene's Miraculous Recovery

Thu, 19 Mar 2020 15:48:23 GMT

"Prayed to Nonco"

Irene Gardemal is a friend of Mary Agnes Hardy dela Houssaye Belleau, great niece of Nonco. The following is an email which Irene sent to Mary on Tuesday, March 17, 2020.

I thought you might be interested in this story:

While I was being transported to New Orleans in an ambulance following a recent brain hemorrhage, I was conscious the whole time, and so I prayed for the intercession of your great Uncle, “Nonc”. I really wasn’t sure if I would live or die, so I just surrendered all to Jesus.

When the doctors at Ochsner asked me what had happened, I was able to tell them. Based on the scan that was done at BR General and sent to Ochsner before I arrived, the stroke team had decided there was likely nothing they could do for me. Once they looked at my medical history and the fact that I take no medicine, and have none of the expected complications, they decided they would be able to seal off the aneurysm.

The good news is the procedure was successful. I spent 15 days in the hospital, 13 of which were in ICU. I am doing really well, and as far as the doctors can tell, I have no deficits. This is really a miracle, because a large percentage of people with subarachnoid hemorrhage either don’t survive, or if they do, have serious impairments.

I believe that your Uncle heard my prayers and interceded on my behalf.

I am praying for you and all of our Called By Faith Bible members as we face these uncertain times. We know that God is taking care of us, no matter what!

In Christ’s love,

Irene

Mary responded:

Dear Irene,

Merci Beaucoup for sharing “Your Nonco Story.”

By this e-mail, I am asking that your testimonial be placed on the Nonco Website.

Mary

Sacred Heart of Jesus,

We put our trust in thee!

Prayers, Candles, and Everyday Miracles

Thu, 13 Feb 2020 06:41:08 GMT

by Louise McCann

Prayers are a special ritual that I grew up with. Many wonderful things have been obtained through powerful prayers.

One particular incident that I can recall is Praying for Special Blessings to come to my grandson. I would like to give you a glimpse on how powerful Prayers can be. I say a Rosary at every collegiate baseball game he plays that I attend. Everyone around me always ask, “Do you have your Rosary?” I answer, “Yes”. I start saying the Rosary silently. I pray to the Sacred Heart of Jesus (through “Nonco’s” intervention) to guide and bless Kyle. When I cannot attend his baseball games, I always light a Candle of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in “Nonco’s” honor to prayer and bless him during his game.

As GOD is my witness when I say “Nonco’s” name, Kyle either gets on base or hits a home-run. I can testify that I believe a Miracle does happen and I believe that it is because of “Nonco’s” looking down from heaven and blessing my grandson.

My prayers, candles, and Rosary may seem minute, but I truly believe that “Nonco” was so Saintly that God hears my prayers because of him.

A Family's Devotion to the Sacred Heart

Tue, 12 Jun 2018 06:33:23 GMT

by Irene F. Bourque

Irene F. Bourque is from St. Martinville and lives in Baton Rouge. Irene is a friend of Mary Agnes Hardy delaHoussaye Belleau, great niece of Nonco, who shared this Nonco Story. Irene submitted the following short essay and the picture of the Sacred Heart plaque shown above. It is yet another story of a family's devotion to the Sacred Heart through several generations.

Irene states: "In 1936, my maternal grandmother, Estelle Mouton Breaux, gave this Sacred Heart plaque to my parents as a wedding gift. It hung in every house our family lived in; Mom gave it to me before she died. It is deeply cherished.

"Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us."

Calvin Stelly remembers

Mon, 14 May 2018 02:00:44 GMT

An angel in a Nonco play

Calvin Stelly: "Mr. Pelafigue had asked me if I wanted to be in one of his plays at the Little Flower Auditorium---I played an Angel--Sure wish it had been recorded!"

Do you have pictures of any of the Nonco plays? Do you have pictures of the angels in any of the plays? Please share with the Nonco Foundation.

I remember when...

Fri, 02 Feb 2018 01:04:01 GMT

Homer Vitte remembers Nonco

I remember when I was a young boy. Me and Kirk Hebert would visit him at his small cabin. We need more people like him.

He was a great man. He had respect for everyone and everyone liked him. Good hearted.

"Nonco"

Sun, 05 Nov 2017 19:48:49 GMT

Raymond Clause tells about "Nonco"

Via Facebook, Raymond Clause, sent the following about "Nonco." Thank you, Raymond!

"I lived close to his house. He spent his life for Jesus Christ and Catholic Church in Arnaudville. I can't began to tell you all the good things he did. It's an honor for me to have known him.

He taught me religion and most of the kids in my age group.

I know he has a place in heaven. May God bless him!"

How My Sister Got Her Name by Seola "CeCe" Arnaud Edwards

Thu, 19 Oct 2017 18:05:52 GMT

My mother had her 12th child on July 26, 1938. It so happened Nonco stopped by our house that day to deliver the Sacred Heart Leaflets for the month of August. My sister Emelie, who was 13 at the time, answered the door and told Nonco that Mama couldn't come to the door as she had had the baby that day and was in bed. It was a little girl. Nonco said, "Aw that's so nice. Tell your Mother she should name the baby Margaret Mary after the Sacred Heart Apostle." And, that is how our beautiful sister Margaret Mary got her name.

Only God can create such beautiful stories.

Also read: "NONCO WAS UNFORGETTABLE!" by Seola "CeCe" Arnaud Edwards

Geraldine "Gerri" Frederick Quebedeaux shares "My Memories of Nonco."

Fri, 04 Aug 2017 21:50:37 GMT

Our Thoughts and Prayers for the Sainthood of Nonco

Our thoughts and prayers continue for the truly deserved Sainthood for Nonco.

I remember him at church in the morning during the week and on Sunday. I always remember him in a suit. He would pass out Sacred Heart leaflets before mass and after. He also delivered leaflets to our house......that was a long walk from his house to mine.

Hot or cold weather, he sported the black suit. I remember the plays my twin brother and I participated in at the Little Flower Auditorium on that scary stage. That was just me, the shy person I was. LOL

GOOD LUCK TO THE NONCO FOUNDATION. CONTINUE THE GOOD WORK.

GOD'S SPECIAL BLESSING TO ALL!!!

A Family Dog given by Nonco

Wed, 21 Dec 2016 03:10:56 GMT

Raphael "Ray" LaPorte

Congratulations to everyone who put together “The Nonco Story.” It is very professional.

The artwork by Vincent Darby is absolutely beautiful. The way he depicted Nonco’s little house is just the way I remember it as a child. It really brought back memories.

I remember standing on that front porch with my brothers and mother as we visited Nonco one day after hearing he had a puppy he wanted to adopt out to a good home. We were thrilled when he agreed to let us have the puppy. It became our beloved family dog for many, many years! Who could possibly go wrong with a family dog given by Nonco! That was the memory that flashed in my mind when I saw Mr. Darby’s artwork in the video.

Raphael “Ray” LaPorte

"God Bless his Soul!" by Stephanie Granger

Sat, 19 Nov 2016 20:33:39 GMT

Stephanie Granger

I can still remember him walking, my great grandmother, Anaise Marks, use to live across the street from the railroad tracks and we would always see him walking. If only we had known how strong he would be! God Bless His Soul !

Mike Stutes remembers Nonco.

Sun, 29 May 2016 18:16:27 GMT

Mike Stutes served as custodian of St. John Francis Regis Church for many years. He tells of Nonco in this essay recounted to Charles Hardy for the Radio Maria broadcast, March 22, 2014.

Mike Stutes, who was the janitor at St. Francis and Little Flower School, had this moment with Nonco....

"I would unlock the doors of the church at 5:30 in the morning for 6 o'clock Mass. One winter day I first opened the door on the south side of the Church, entered and walked to the door on the north side, under protection from the blistering north wind. When I opened the door, Nonco was standing there, shivering in the cold in the teeth of that North wind. I let him in and said "Nonco, when you arrive before me go wait for me on the south side of the church so the north wind doesn't hit you so hard. Nonco simply said ‘That's OK. I just offer my suffering up to Jesus, thank you.’”

I Remember Nonco by David Durio

Sat, 28 May 2016 21:14:24 GMT

"He was such a kind, spiritual and dedicated-to-his-faith man."

I remember the children's plays he would put together and direct for Christmas and Easter at the Little Flower Auditorium. I remember he either delivered the scripts I had to recite directly to me or to my Mom. The scripts were written on a torn piece of paper. I guess I was doing this between the ages of 6 to 10.

I remember going to his house with my Mom and he had all kinds of animals... his goose chased me around the yard one afternoon and pecked me.

I remember him at church in the morning during the week and on Sundays. I always remember him in a suit. He would pass out the Sacred Heart leaflets before and after Mass.

I remember the little house on the bayou where Mom said he would watch my oldest brother, Charles, during the day while she worked at the store. The shutters had like a pine tree image cut out of them. I remember Mom saying he was a teacher in either northern or central Louisiana before he came to Arnaudville... I think?

He was such a kind, spiritual, dedicated-to-his-faith man.

Dave

Betty Arnaud Roy's Memories of Nonco

Sun, 08 May 2016 00:00:00 GMT

As I ponder what prompted me to agree to work with Jerry Richard, someone I did not know, on the beatification and canonization of an old man from my childhood, I realize that special forces were at work.

The story begins…

In 2010, about four years ago now, I was visited by Jerry Richard. I knew his parents, Wilma Miller and Lawrence Richard. I knew his brother Lawrence Richard, Jr. who had married Gloria Schexnayder. Wilma and Lawrence Sr. were friends of my parents, Nola Artigue and Clarence “Choat” Arnaud. They were about the same ages and Lawrence and my father were in the Little Flower Council 3621 of the Knights of Columbus. They were also both farmers and as farmers in the area often did, they would lend a helping hand when needed.

When Jerry and I met at my kitchen table, he asked if I remembered Nonco and told me that he wanted to work on his canonization. Would I be willing to help? he asked. Well, in my family, we have a hard time saying “No.” I immediately heard myself agreeing without thinking what might be involved. As Jerry and my husband recounted K.C. stories, I was already questioning my sanity.

It had been a difficult eight years. The 10 years or so before then, I had devoted to caring for my mother and volunteering at my church parish. One day, my life fell completely apart. I found pornography on a church computer. My pastor had me train in the program called "Create a Safe Environment for Children." I knew that the matter had to be reported. And, it had to be reported to the F.B.I. The next morning when I attended Mass, my world had changed. My church parish -- my friends -- had turned against ME! What did I do wrong?

Now, Jerry was asking ME to help canonize Nonco. I was not even sure I knew what I believed anymore. But, as soon as I was able, I started researching the process of beatification and canonization and realized that in my lifetime, I would not see it happen. It does take time. I was getting pretty close to my seventies; but, instead of throwing in the towel, I could not let it go. My next reaction was: I had better get a move on!

I accumulated forms and studied how others had become saints. In particular, never curious about him before, I read about St. John Francis Regis, the patron saint of our little town of Arnaudville. Among many other things, St. John Francis Regis had helped destitute women by having them make lace in order to support themselves. I was being drawn into something magnificent! But, Jerry Richard went away. I did not hear again from him for two years.

One day, Jerry Richard reappeared. He wondered if I was ready to work on Nonco. Always quick tempered, I immediately (almost screamed!) responded: “Don’t ask me to do something if you are only wasting my time. Two years ago, I started this and you did not do what you said you would. Are you serious or not!” Thank God, Jerry has a calm spirit and we quickly came to an understanding. We set a plan of action and a time frame.

Daily, I express my gratitude to God for the abilities He has given me. I believe all of my work experiences have led me to this one great thing in my life--the canonization of Auguste "Nonco" Pelafigue. Working for Attorney J. Minos Simon and then Oilman Baker Littlefield, helping establish an artist presence in Arnaudville after Hurricane Katrina and helping a dietitian work on a nonprofit corporation gave me what I needed to help set up a 501 (c) (3) corporation and a website for the Auguste “Nonco” Pelafigue Foundation, Inc.

On June 6, 2012, Jerry Richard personally carried the documents to the Louisiana Secretary of State Office. He even covered the charge for filing. We were official. We did not have any money with which to operate. But, it was the 35th Anniversary of Nonco death. He died on the Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

During the Christmas Season of 2013, Charles Hardy suggested that although we had limited funds, we should visit the nursing home in Arnaudville and make small donations to two of the residents. We selected two couples who had known Nonco. We enjoyed our visit there but something was happening to me. As I walked the halls and greeted the residents, I knew I wanted to do more at the nursing home. In January 2014, I asked the Nonco Foundation Board if I could start an Apostleship of Prayer League of the Sacred Heart Group at J. M. Morrow Nursing Home. They agreed. On February 6, 2014, at 9:30 a.m., we handed out leaflets to the residents and had our first Apostleship of Prayer Nonco Group meeting. We asked the residents to bring leaflets to their roommates who were not physically able to attend the meeting, and to family members who visited. With the help of my husband, my sister Mavis Fruge, Jerry Richard's sister Lucy Romero and Henry Charles Taylor, we had made it happen! Nonco's work was continuing.

But, something else happened. I felt drawn to return to the nursing home. I wanted to talk to Mathilde Bourque about Nonco. When I did, I felt her love and her strength. It was so inspiring that I wrote about it and asked Harriet Lofton, the administrator, if I could post it on the nursing home website. My plan was approved and I have written almost one story a month since then.

On Thursday, my visit day at the nursing home, KATC TV 3's Mycah Hatfield interviewed some of the residents and me and the segment which broadcast told of how I was recording their stories. I told her it was because of Nonco. He visited many residents of Arnaudville in his lifetime. He planted the idea in my mind. His ministry is alive and well in Arnaudville.

We, the directors of the Nonco Foundation, face daily challenges. This is a full-time job for me. I complain sometimes that I do not have any free time -- and I don't. I give it all away. But, progress is being made. Jerry and I have been joined by many people who are just as devoted to the cause as we are. But why?

My memories of Nonco began before I started school. This funny little man would come walking to our house which was probably four miles from where he lived. He would not come in nor stay long and his little dogs would be running around him. He seemed so peaceful and he always had time to say a kind greeting to us children. In my earliest memories of the man, I knew he was holy. Before I attended school, he delivered Sacred Heart leaflets and we learned our Morning Offering from our mother and those leaflets.

When I did go to Little Flower School, Nonco was my teacher. He was very strict just like my parents were. I am certain I tried his patience as much as I did Mom and Dad's. Once, he donated a rabbit to be raffled because the nuns needed some piece of equipment. I don't remember how I got a nickel to buy a chance but I did and I won the rabbit. I remember Nonco struggling to get the wooden crate on the bus and under a seat so that I could bring it home. Our bus driver, Mrs. Ruby Gil Broussard, was not at all happy. Nonco talked her into allowing the rabbit on her bus.

I was in one of Nonco's plays that I remember. My line was: "Comment je detest ce haricots vert." I don't know why my line was in French but I remember it was.

It has been many years since I started working on Nonco's canonization. So many times things just seems to happen. For example, I was looking for a certain image of the Blessed Mother to add to the Nonco.org website. I looked online and in books and could not find what I wanted--my idea of the Blessed Mother. Finally, in desperation, I pulled out the prayer cards of the many funeral I have attended in my lifetime. At last, I found the perfect image. When I turned the card over, it was the prayer card of Cecile Pelafigue LeBlanc, Nonco's niece. I do feel Nonco's presence.

The people who had gotten involved in the work of the Foundation have become great friends. We seem bonded together on this great mission. It is not often that we are called to work on something so important. I had not visited the nursing home very much. Walking the halls and greeting the residents moves something in me. All of this has happened because of Nonco. I have a new ministry and a stronger faith than ever before.

Last month, I asked the board if I could start a group at St. Agnes Nursing Home in Breaux Bridge. To my surprise, the nursing home is owned by Paul Jude Hardy, a great nephew of Nonco. We will hold our first Apostleship of Prayer Nonco Group meeting there on June 15, 2016.

So, although Nonco died on June 6, 1977, his mission continues. The Apostleship of Prayer and League of the Sacred Heart continues. The oldest organization of St. John Francis Regis has survived all of these years because of Nonco's devotion. The priests from Arnaudville, Monsignor Robert "Bob" Angelle, Father Gary Schexnayder, Father Mike Arnaud, Father Brian Taylor, have pledged their support to help get Nonco canonized. They believe he had a great impact on our lives.

Life goes by so fast. Already, we have lost the help of Genevieve Hardy Angelle, Jean Taylor, Clarence C.J. Robin--all charter members of the Nonco Foundation. We ask you to stand with us. If you have any memories of Nonco, please share them with us. If you have any documents or pictures that pertain to Nonco, please at least let us make copies of them. If you have anything that Nonco used, please let us photograph it if you don't feel you can donate it to the Foundation's archives.

Thank you.

Betty Arnaud Roy

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Saint Theresa's Prayer

May today there be peace within.

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.

Amen. Thank you, Jesus!

He was a Holy Man by Elaine Richard Haworth

Fri, 19 Feb 2016 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Elaine Richard Haworth

Growing up in our small 100% Catholic community of Arnaudville in the 50's and 60's, the church (St. Francis Regis) was the center of our life. Attending Catholic school (Little Flower of Jesus) and attending daily mass was a major part of our existence. I didn't meet a non-Catholic until I was in high school!

My sisters, Mary Ann, Pearl and I delivered Sacred Heart leaflets for our mother, Mrs. Lawrence Richard, Sr., (Wilma Miller). Mom was one of Nonco's promoters, which meant she helped to distribute his Sacred Heart leaflets. We delivered them to our Richard cousins and Smith neighbors along Highway 31.

I have fond memories of Nonco's plays. Each year, he presented a program with children and adults of the church parish as participants. Nonco amazed me as he was a "one-man show" as far as arranging everything. He prepared the script with readings, songs, logistics... all written out in his handwriting. I remember how we walked on stage following his "tape" path to our designated places. Reading our "parts" was my debut to public speaking! He instilled confidence in many children with his presentations and their participation.

I was in awe of him as he was always moving and "doing" in honor of the Sacred Heart. In my book, he is already a saint, a role model. He was never in a hurry; he sort of shuffled in his too large suit which he always wore and his large shoes. I always thought it odd how a small man of stature had such large feet!!

He walked everywhere he went and declined offers of a ride. I heard stories of how he had a lot of animals. My brother, Jerry, has often said that Nonco was the director of the first Arnaudville zoo!!

Amazing how a small stature of a man has had such an impact on a small community...the Acadian town of Arnaudville. How blessed we were that God sent Nonco to us!! Yes, he was indeed a Holy Man!!!!

August 6, 2012, Elaine wrote: "Nonco was a big influence in my life as a child. He was a spiritual role model to everyone in Arnaudville."

Wayne Chautin remembers "About Nonco"

Thu, 16 Jul 2015 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Wayne Chautin

Remembered Nonco when I was seven and eight years old. We lived in Arnaudville and moved away when I was in the fourth grade. I still remember his looks. He was always walking. He had an off white suit he’d wear. He had a rosary, prayer cards, and a prayer book with him. I remember him looking at me, because I was staring at him.

I hope this little bit of information will contribute to his consideration for sainthood.

Wayne Chautin

A Child's View by Debra G. Fontenot P.T.

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Sun, 04 May 2014 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Debra G. Fontenot P.T.

by Debra G. Fontenot P.T.

Being from a small town, Arnaudville, it was easy to notice individuals somewhat more interesting than the average guy. He was a dark complected man of small stature, no taller than five feet, he was nicknamed Nonco. He walked on the side of the road, going about his business as if he didn't have a worry in the world. His customary attire included a brown hat, black suspenders, a khaki shirt and pants. Often, I saw him walking to attend daily Mass, with prayer beads in hand and lips moving in quiet recitation of the rosary. He would drag his heels, leaving a small trail of dust in the air. His mere presence exuded love and peace. I wondered what was it that he so fervently felt? His prayers seemed to consume him. After all, he wasn't a priest; yet, he seemed so holy. This amazed me to no end!

It was customary for him to get children together in the summer time to audition for parts in a play honoring the Sacred Heart of Jesus. As he arrived, knocking at our door, we all ran to see who this might be. Standing there was Nonco, requesting that the Guidry kids partake in this celebration. He wore the usual red embroidered badge of the Sacred Heart of Jesus on the lapel of his khaki shirt. Nonco wore this adornment at all times. I wondered why he had so publicly displayed this while others were less conspicuous with their religious adoration. He spoke with a soft voice, his words not well understood. He had only one large front tooth which dangled loosely as he spoke, seemingly interrupting the pronunciation of his words. Mom agreed to send us to the Little Flower Auditorium as he wished.

To my brothers disappointment, going to the big, white, wooden auditorium was not their idea of summertime fun. After all, the facility was ill equipped with old burgundy velvet stage curtains, folding chairs, which we would have to assemble ourselves; and a loud screeching, sounding microphone which inconsistently picked up the voices for everyone to hear. This didn't bother Nonco one bit. He made the best with what he had, the feast day of the Sacred Heart of Jesus would be celebrated one way or another.

After several days of practicing, reading of hand-typed passages in honor of this day, we were prepared to display our eagerness to please our parents one more time. Without any fancy decorations to attract the interests of a large group of local folks, kids in a singular file, one by one, read their predetermined passages.

By the end of the play, and after Nonco read the Litany to the Sacred Heart prayer, the crowd was silenced. There seemed to be a univeral feeling of some esoteric presence of some sort unlike which was felt at the onset of the play. This was very eerie and I wondered if everyone was aware of this? Did we invoke something by praising God through Nonco's dedication to the Sacred Heart of Jesus?

Nonco handed out similar red embroidered badges to each and every child as a gift of thanksgiving for their participation. Staring down at this mere card seemed to have a totally different impact on me after so simple a celebration. How could just this small task bring the hearts of the community closer to the nature of Nonco's inexplicable heart felt experiences? It was like, for a moment, we understood why this man emanated a charisma of love and peace through his devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus. I began to wonder, for how long would this holy experience affect the people who attended? If this was sooner or later lost, or taken for granted; their expedient natures would again be affected next year as Nonco would prepare for the Sacred Heart of Jesus feast day celebration.

My Prayer to Nonco by Jonah Taylor

Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Jonah Taylor

Just wanted to let everyone know that in December 2012, I was back in Arnaudville visiting family and passed by the cemetery to pay respects. I have a relative that is in the same mausoleum as Nonco. My mom pointed to Nonco's plot and told me the history of him. So, I said a quick prayer and asked if he could help my wife and I in getting a child since we cannot conceive on our own. In February 7, 2013, we received a 6-month baby boy in our care as foster parents. On February 20, 2014, we adopted that same boy and he has been a blessing to us.

I believe Nonco had a hand in the matter.

Thank you.

A Life Worthy of God, Memories and Notes

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Sat, 07 Dec 2013 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Genevieve Hardy Angelle

Genevieve Marie Hardy Angelle ~ May 10, 1930 ~ November 26, 2013. The Nonco Foundation is indebted to Genevieve for sharing her memories of Nonco in what became her final days.

Auguste Pelafigue was born on June 10, 1888, near a charming village of the pastoral zone in Beaucens, France -- not far from Lourdes, near the Pyrenees. His parents, Jean-Marie Pelafigue and Melanie Pere had five children -- Marie, Donatien, Adelaide and Auguste were born in France. After immigrating to the United States in 1889, they settled in Arnaudville, LA, where their fifth child Emilie was born.

Auguste Pelafigue, known as Nonco by many, lived in a homely two-room house that has survived the winds of time. Although the trees and bushes have been cleared, it remains a landmark. It stands as a reminder of the meek and humble life of a pious and devout man of God.

For most of his life, he had no electricity, which was his choice, and he had very little of monetary value -- but he never complained. His life was unmistakably one of contentment and fulfillment.

Everyone and everything was precious in his eyes. Like St. Francis, his menagerie of animals kept him company and brought him much joy. They were also a delight for all the young children, and later, their children -- in his family and the community at large.

There are not many living today who were not taught by Nonco every Saturday morning in Catechism classes. Nor are there many who have forgotten him as a substitute teacher at Little Flower Convent. His was a nurturing role -- as a teacher, a mentor and tutor to many. His smile mirrored the joy of his faith, his belief in God and his deep love for all of God's people.

Nonco's house was built on his brother Donatien's land, which was adjacent to the homes of two of his sisters, his nephews and nieces. There was a well-worn path that he followed, many times during the day, as he made short visits from house to house. He was especially fond and influential with the young cousins in the family. He was often found sitting on the steps or porch swing, telling them stories of the saints, Jesus and Mary, and also reminding them to study their Catechism and to say their morning and night prayers.

Every morning, before the break of dawn, Nonco arrived at the home of his sisters, Adelaide and Emilie, to tend to the farm animals and milk the cows before he attended Mass. On his return home from finished night chores, he daily carried a granite container of milk, bread and rice au gratin, his favorite.

His heart and soul were inflamed with love for the Sacred Heart of Jesus and His Blessed Mother, Mary. He reached beyond human endeavor in Christian witness, service, and worship. There was much wisdom to be learned by means of his word and example. He was intelligent and knowledgeable, using his talents to bring Christ to others. Quiet, humble, faithful to God, devoted to his Church and Catholic teachings -- he inspired the young as well as the aged. He was committed to continue the work of the Lord here on earth. Many have acclaimed him as a "modern-day apostle"--a "living saint" of our time.

Nonco had no desire to acquire money or fame. He responded best to the human need of souls. He welcomed and greeted everyone with a shining spirit of warmth and affection. As a promoter of the Apostleship of Prayer, he left an imprint on the shoulder of roads leading to surrounding towns, as he walked to deliver Sacred Heart leaflets every month. The morning offering was printed on each monthly leaflet. He was instrumental in pointing out to all members how important it was to memorize and offer this prayer each day upon arising to the Sacred Heart of Jesus. On the monthly journeys, there was always someone to offer him a ride, but, in his younger days he politely declined. It was his way of doing penance, offering each step for the conversion of souls and for the poor souls in Purgatory.

He not only traveled country roads on foot in his service to God, he also walked countless times -- rain or shine -- to attend daily Mass. On feast days and Sundays he attended every Mass that was offered that day. For every Novena and every mission -- he was always present. On Holy Thursday, he spent most of his day praying before the Blessed Sacrament. He followed the Way of the Cross in the footsteps and imitation of Christ.

In 1953, Bishop Jules B. Jeanmard presented Auguste “Nonco” Pelafigue a Papal Decree. For the Good Samaritan and faithful servant that he was, he humbly received this great honor in his beloved Church, St. John Francis Regis, in Arnaudville, LA.

On the day of his death, he was given a new birth. It was not surprising that it fell on the feast day of the Sacred Heart of Jesus -- June 6, 1977.

There is a story told that at dusk, upon entering Nonco's house, a while after his death--a visitor commented on walking through years of accumulated dust. Using his flashlight, he pointed it to holy pictures on the wall. He was amazed to find the images dust-free--sparkling and bright.

All the lives he touched were deeply enriched by his example of Christian charity, virtuous deed and graceful manner. Small in stature, but great in strength--we thank God for his presence in our lives.

This is part of a letter Sister Rita (Sister Alfred, a Marianite Sister of the Holy Cross who was Nonco's niece) sent to her niece when she was missioned in Le Mans, France. Last paragraph is an interesting observation:

January 10, 1988

Dear ViVi,

Thank you for the beautiful card, the nice letter, and the generous gift which I received today. What a wonderful Christmas you had. So glad Wilda went!

Here, too, it was a good celebration. Different, but enjoyable.

The weather is very damp but not really cold. No snow for tourists!

Once when I asked Nonc O about the year of his birth, he said it was easy to remember -- all 8s. So, today Nonc O would have been 100 years old. I said a special prayer in his memory.

NOTES BY GENEVIEVE HARDY ANGELLE

Hardly anyone ever entered his two-room home. He also had a pot belly stove.

He seemed content with very bare necessities. It was not before his later years that he had a refrigerator and electricity.

He was not a big eater. But, his sisters always had something for him and his nieces and nephews also served him from time to time.

There was a high stool near a side door at Adelaide's home. That's almost always was as far as Nonco entered his sister's home when he visited for short times during the day.

Once, when asked about the year of his birth, he said it was easy to remember -- all 8's (1888).

COMMENTS ABOUT NONCO

Spent a lifetime serving his God and his church.

He taught us the meaning of true Christianity by living an exemplary life.

The story was told that when she was a child of about 8 years old, she lived next door to Nonco. Every night before she went to bed, she would lift the kitchen shade to look towards Nonco's house. She would always find a dim light in his window. Years later, he told her that his desk was near that window--and most of the time he was reading in his Bible or prayer book, preparing his Sacred Heart Leaflets for delivery, etc. -- and, I'm sure that's where he prepared and planned his Sacred Heart Programs. That dim light was that of an oil lamp. He had no electricity then. (Not clear if Genevieve was referring here to Melanie Hebert Olivier or Sophie Pelafigue Montet.

He was a soulful, holy man.

Nonco remained faithful to God his whole life.

With great sincerity and great piety of intention, he aimed in everything to do what was pleasing to God.

He was summoned to teach at Little Flower Convent in Arnaudville; and, public school in Krotz Springs, LA, to which he traveled by train.

He taught in Coteau Rodaire School, one of the oldest schools in LA, still in existence but moved to its present site at Huron School in 1951. It was originally designed by an architect to look like a small church. The one room now serves as a kitchen at Huron, SMILE School and still stands. It is in St. Martin Parish.

Nonco attended college in Natchitoches, LA in 1909.

Nonco immersed himself in prayer -- devoted to praying for the Souls in Purgatory and doing penance for them and for the salvation of souls.

Mary Ann Olivier Meche who died on February 5, 2012, has a daughter named "Toni." Toni lived with her mother. Mary Ann would tell the story about her mother "Melanie Hebert Olivier who was Nonco's Godchild and niece. One day Nonco told her to come to his house. He had something to give her. Mary Ann accompanied her mother. Nonco wanted to give her some colored glasses found in oatmeal boxes, his mother's wedding ring and the Papal medal he had received in 1953 from Bishop Jules Jeanmard, Bishop of Lafayette, LA. He told his niece, his Godchild, to leave these gifts for Mary Ann upon her death. Mary Ann still had the item at the time of her death. What treasures these are! These relics are now with Pam, Mrs. J.J. Angelle.

Mary Ann was a young child, but she was one of the few people who entered his house. She remembered seeing books and papers piled on his bed -- with very little space cleared for him to sleep, so it seemed to her.

Another cousin tells the story she witnessed. Nonco would place rocks in his shoes to do penance for the poor souls in purgatory and for the salvation of souls. (By: Jan Montet Hebert. Jan's mother was Nonco's niece, Sophie Pelafigue Montet.

Nonco's father Jean-Marie Pelafigue is buried in Annie Vigneau's family plot in St. Pastout, France. Nonco's mother is buried in the Arnaudville cemetery in an unmarked grave.

After his wife died, Jean-Marie departed from Arnaudville in 1920 to move back to his native country. The children never saw him again.

Nonco is buried in the first closed masoleum in Arnaudville. It is located in back of Father Bernard's tomb.

The people who knew Nonco acknowledged him to be a saint.

Relatives in France: Regis Lie and his daughter Natalie live in France. They are still living cousins who have kept in touch with the family. Regis Lie is also the father of Phillipe, Natalie, and Florence. (Natalie corresponded with Sister Rita and was kind to Mary Agnes Hardy Belleu and her husband Charles Belleau when they visited France.)

Phillipe Lie lives in the home where Nonco was born. He lives upstairs and runs a bed and breakfast in the downstairs area.

Some of the Hardy family and other family members have visited their cousins in France.

In a Teche News Centennial Edition, April 2, 1986, entitled: The Teche Country--A Land of Legends, one article was entitled: "In Arnaudville, Deeds of three made them legendary: Rev. Msgr. Louis (Canon) Massebiau, JCD; Rev. Msgr. Daniel L. Bernard; Auguste Pelafigue.

Nonco's love of animals was evident from the many animals he cared for in his fenced-in yard. he young family children would stand against the fence to view the animals. There were cats and dogs, chickens, bantam roosters, guineas, pigeons, exotic birds and a peacock.

A Tale of Nonco by Rebecka Bihm

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Mon, 04 Nov 2013 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Rebecka Bihm and confirmed by Melanie Olivier Richard

As a young girl I spent countless hours riding my bike through the streets of Arnaudville. My best friend Melanie and I would wake up early and ride around town until we were exhausted and the sun was setting. We had many wonderful adventures that remain in my memory until this day, but there is one which stands out above all the rest.

It happened one morning while riding down Last Street. My friend and I were surprised by the unexpected sight of a man walking from house to house. He didn't seem really out of place, but we didn't recognize him, which of course was unusual for our little town. He was sort of disheveled, hunched over a little, wearing a tie and hat, and carrying a large bag. He glanced over at us and smiled and nodded several times. I'm not sure why we stayed on that street as long as we did. Maybe to watch where he was going. Maybe to try and place him in our minds. Maybe just to be curious little girls in search of our next big adventure. Whatever the reason, we watched as he climbed the stairs and onto the porch of a house. He seemed to have some sort of papers in his hands as he approached the front door. I remember wondering if he was selling something, and what it was, and if he would come to my house? I stopped my bike and quietly waited to see exactly what happened when he knocked, but to my amazement, he never did. The man that I had been watching so carefully seemed to vanish into thin air. The man literally floated right into the old house and disappeared.

My friend and I exchanged a frightened glance, but I didn't say anything. Actually, I doubt she would have heard me anyways with all of the frantic pedaling and gravel flying. I don't think I have ever ridden a bike so fast since that day. We didn't stop until we reached my friend's house, and when we told our wild story to our parents something even more startling happened. They weren't shocked...or scared....or even surprised. After we described him they were sure they knew the man who we were speaking of. They told us he had been known in Arnaudville for years, and that he was nothing to be afraid of, in fact he had been a very good and kind man...when he was alive.

He was called "Nonco."

My Leaflet from Nonco by Norma Knott Stelly

Sun, 11 Aug 2013 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Norma Knott Stelly

Norma Knot Stelly allowed the Foundation to copy a leaflet she has from February 1953. Thank you, Norma.

Nonco by Stan Wyble

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Stan Wyble

"Growing up and having gone to Little Flower School, I was well aware of the stature Nonco had. He would visit our home often, especially after I had a sister that past at a very young age. Nonco would visit my mother to help her find peace after losing her young daughter. My mother had been a devoted Catholic but when my little sister died, and the talk around town was that she had died of Spinal Meningitis, the society of the church did not allow the casket into church. My mom gave up on the church; but Nonco, never gave up on her to come back to the church. He is truly a saint if ever there was one and Arnaudville is blessed to have had him walk the streets. I, for one, am blessed and will forever be grateful that I had the pleasure of knowing such a great man. "

NONCO by Raphael "Ray" LaPorte

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Thu, 06 Jun 2013 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Raphael "Ray" LaPorte

My name is Raphael LaPorte. I am the eldest son of Whitney and Merrita Kidder LaPorte. Nonco was the brother of my great grandfather, Donatien Pelafigue.

I have the great fortune of remembering them both. Nonco was my Catechism teacher when I was in the 5th grade, and that is yet another great fortune. Nonco was and still is a profound spiritual influence in my life. My brothers and I were members of the Sacred Heart Society in Arnaudville at St. Francis Regis Church when we were growing up.

My wife Carol and I currently live in Trenton, Illinois. We are thrilled to see this Foundation has been established.

The Foundation is very grateful to a Charter Member of the Nonco Foundatiion, Raphael "Ray" LaPorte for his membership support and for his comments about Nonco. Thank you, Mr. LaPorte.

Nonco by Peggy Vitte Robin

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Peggy Vitte Robin

We remember Nonco as a humble, prayerful, gentle-spirited man. God's presence could be felt when he would come by to deliver monthly leaflets to my mother.

Nonco 1930's and 1940's by Jerry Richard

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Mon, 24 Dec 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Jerry Richard

The first language of many of the local people around the Arnaudville community was Cajun French--especially the surrounding areas. For most at that time it was the only language that was spoken. Few could read or write. There was a small percentage who were self taught and could read and write French--very small.

Roughly half of the inhabitants at the time could read and write English. During this period Masses in Arnaudville were said in mostly Latin or French.

The challenges of languages did not deter Nonco from getting God’s message to his French-speaking neighbors and family members.

It appears Nonco joined the Apostleship of Prayer in the 1920’s while attending college at the Normal School in Natchitoches, Louisiana. When he moved and settled back in the Arnaudville area to teach, he continued to spread God‘s message throughout the community.

The monthly prayer leaflets distributed from the Apostleship of Prayer during this period were always printed in English and not French. As Nonco visited and delivered the holy leaflets, he would translate the message and prayers in French and recite them to his elderly neighbors who listened attentively as he shared the word of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Hearing God’s message through Nonco’s soft spoken words led many of them to accept and open their hearts to God. He tirelessly walked daily from neighbor to neighbor, for miles and miles, sharing God’s message and constantly praying along the way.

My grandparents Daniel and Vaniola Miller were two of those many neighbors to whom Nonco translated and recited his prayers. This little insight was handed down from my mother, Wilma Miller Richard, one of Nonco’s promoters and Sophie Miller Pelafigue’s niece. Mom often recited the rosary in French along with the joyful and sorrowful mysteries, as well as the devotion to the saints. Many of these prayers were taught to her and her friends by Nonco. Nonco often sat near the side entrance on the north side of the church behind my parents. He could be seen every morning carrying his bible and leaflets to be distributed to his promoters after church and wearing his little dark hat. I can still picture his very humble one-tooth smile.

Father Massebiau, originally from Aveyron, France, arrived in Arnaudville as Pastor in May of 1934. He married my parents Lawrence and Wilma that same year on November 11 in the old wooden church. As a young Catholic couple, the trio, Father Massibeau, Nonco, and Father Bernard all were influential in helping Lawrence and Wilma raise their ten children under the wings of Saint Theresa of Little Flower.

Of Mom’s proudest family accomplishments, having all her ten children graduate from Little Flower School was one that she treasured most! We all participated in Nonco’s church plays for the Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and Mom did as well. As a flag waver, I was 6 years old in my first appearance in Nonco’s play. Hearing people reflect on Nonco’s example and devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus continues to inspire and bring many of us a little closer to God.

The Foundation is grateful to Jerry Richard. It was his idea to form a group to work on canonizing Nonco. Jerry served as the first president of the Nonco Foundation and presently serves on the Board as a director. Thank you, Jerry. Jerry has the Grumpy Guinea Farm on Highway 31 between Arnaudville and Leonville. Nonco would be proud!

Nonco by Lucy Grace Robin Landry

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Lucy Grace Robin Landry

I remember that Nonco would walk to my Mother's every month to deliver leaflets. This was appreciated by my family.

Nonco put together plays. All the parts were written in his own hand. He would bring us our parts on a slip of paper and that is what we had to say for the play. The plays were always well attended and we received lots of applause. These were special times for us.

I have many memories of Nonco walking everywhere he went.

Nonco's Funeral by Corinne LeBlanc Soileau

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Corinne LeBlanc Soileau

Nonco was my great uncle and we cherished each moment with him. The time came when Nonco died. My mother and I attended his funeral. As we sat in our pews awaiting the start of the funeral, we could hear the rain pelting the church. My mother, Cecile Pelafigue Leblanc, wondered how the graveside service would be conducted with such weather. When the funeral ended and we turned to walk out of church, we realized that it was a beautiful sunshiny day and a magnificent rainbow filled the sky. To us it was yet another sign of Nonco’s holiness.

AUGUSTE "NONC'O PELAFIGUE by Annie Hardy Calais

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Annie Hardy Calais

AUGUSTE "NONC'O" PELAFIGUE

January 10, 1888 - June 6, 1977

Auguste Pelafigue, "Nonc'O" as we called him, was my uncle. He was born in a pastoral zone in Beaucens at the foot of the Pyrenees Mountains in France. This is a region near Argelès-Gazost. He was nearly two when they immigrated to the United States. He and his family had a deep, deep rooted Catholic faith upbringing instilled in them.

Their charming village, Beaucens, was about seven miles from Lourdes where the Blessed Mother appeared to Saint Bernadette. Another French saint, John Vianney, le Curé Ars was a saint Nonc'O modeled his life through prayer, good works, mortification, all for the love of God, especially receiving the Eucharist. Nonco'O simplicity and later in life, in his daily rounds in his work, he spread devotion to the Sacred Heart.

Nonc'O lived in Arnaudville, Louisiana. He attended school at the convent located near where the Little Flower Chapel now stands. He had a great reverence for the nuns.

He read and wrote fluently in English and French. He attended the University of Louisiana at Lafayette, as we know it today.

In Nonc'O early life work, he was a teacher. Mornings he boarded a train in Arnaudville at the depot and taught in Port Barre. My brother Sam Hardy (circa 10 years old, born in 1911) went with him for some of his education.

Nonc'O also taught at Bayou Portage. In 1916, he was a teacher at the Coteau Rodaire Elementary School. He also taught at Little Flower School.

I continue my story of Nonc'O, Auguste Pelafigue by saying "his presence was a prayer." My first remembrance of Nonc'O took place one morning in winter before the crack of dawn. I was about four or five years old which makes it close to over 80 years ago. I walked into the warmth of the kitchen and stood near the old wood stove. Nonc'O stood near the door leading outside where the barn stood. I remember he was short (about 5 feet, 4 inches, wearing black rubber boots and bundled in an old sport coat. He smiled and I listened to the conversation among the three working on coffee and breakfast for our large family. One was my mother, Adelaide Blaisie Pelafigue Hardy and the other was Emily Pelafigue, "Tante," my aunt who lived with us. Both ladies saints in their own rights. I picture this happening at the crack of dawn.

Nonc'O stood there with the fresh milk he put down on the counter because he came from milking in our barnyard. He did this every morning and night for our family of 12, plus Mama, Papa, Tante and other cousins who stayed overnight. Mama strained the milk, then fixed Nonc'O a small pan and a meager breakfast. I watched him as he left the room and he immediately shared that meager food with his small dogs at his feet. Next, he fed the chickens--all before the crack of dawn so that he could go to Mass.

He headed home, dressed all in black, and a small black hat, and went to Mass to receive the Eucharist. This devotion had been rooted in him born so close to Lourdes.

Mornings when I went to early Mass, I sat high on someone's knee in the cab of a big truck filled with family. I saw Nonc'O as we passed him up on the road. He looked engulfed in the fog, head down as he prayed. He declined rides, he walked to receive the Eucharist every day.

Nonc'O spoke gently, delighted in talking about the Sacred Heart, the Immaculate Heart of Mary and the saints. His life was one of simplicity and daily rounds of spreading devotion to the Sacred Heart. His two-room house was filled with religious books and pictures of the Sacred Heart and saints. I noticed that when someone cursed God's name in front of him, he cringed, bowed his head and said: "Blessed be the name of God." He seemed to always be in a state of grace.

Monthly, he received leaflets of the Sacred Heart for just about everyone in Arnaudville. He sat at his table and divided these in stacks by families. Next Sunday, he set them on a table at church. He told everyone beforehand to pick up their leaflets so they could say their Morning Offering every morning to offer all they did for Christ. Each leaflet had a different monthly intention for the intentions of Our Holy Father, the Pope. However, most of the families left Mass and left the leaflets on the table. As a result, throughout the week, Nonc'O walked the country lanes "pour delivere mais leflet pour le Sacred Coeur." He crossed over in our yard all the time going towards Bayou Portage to deliver. He was bowed in prayer with his rosary in his hands. He prayed the rosary as he walked the miles he traveled with his black rosary in his hands. Feast days of saints and novenas were his conversation.

Sister Alfred (Rita Hardy, my sister and Nonc'O's niece) helped him at the beginning of the month to divide the leaflets by families when he received the mail. Sister Rita and he were a great team for prayer.

When the Feast of the Sacred Heart approached in June, the whole community went on alert. Nonc'O's program to honor the Sacred Heart needed planning, praying and participation. All the boys and girls had a short prayer, maybe two lines to say and walk across chalk lines on the stage. I had the privilege to be one close to 80 years ago. Men and women too joined in. I remember one year 12 prominent men stood on the stage and contributed to the praise of God's Son.

There were processions also. We walked the church block with banners singing and praying. My daughter Millie sang in what was probably one of the last of these devotional programs at Christmastime about 1970.

Sister Rita Hardy taught Millie a prayer to recite as they drove to Arnaudville for a play by Nonc'O.

From the Union of Humene Hardy and Adelaide Blaisia Pelafigue

PARENTS:

Humene Hardy, November 22, 1881 ~ May 3, 1963
Adelaide Blaisia Pelafigue (Nonc O's Sister), January 24, 1886 ~ February 13, 1958

CHILDREN:

Erminie, December 4, 1904 ~ April 7, 1993
Leon, April 20, 1906 ~ May 21, 1972
Remi, May 31, 1907 ~ February 10, 1909
Bruno, February 8, 1910 ~ June 29, 1962
Sam, September 8, 1911 ~ February 14, 1964
Florent, August 12, 1913 ~ November 2, 2003
Antoine "Blue," September 9, 1915 ~ July 7, 1993
Marie, April 2, 1918 ~ November 8, 2000
Remy, October 10, 1920 ~ April 29, 1977
Abel, March 5, 1922 ~ May 19, 2000
Marianite Sister Rita, December 22, 1922 ~ July 21, 2011
Annie, July 26, 1927

AUNT AND UNCLE:

Tante Emilie, February 8, 1891 ~ January 14, 1968
Auguste "Nonc'O," January 10, 1888 ~ June 6, 1977

In addition to their 12 children, Adelaide and Humene considered Nonc O and Tante to be part of their family.

Emilie lived with her sister, Adelaide, and Nonc'O lived nearby in his little home. He was served all of his meals by his two sisters. You can see in the above Hardy family listing that they included them in their family.

About Nonco by Suzanne Huval Stelly

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Mon, 19 Nov 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Suzanne Huval Stelly

I had the pleasure of participating in three of Nonco’s plays in June of 1964, 1965 and 1966. Nonco was devoted to the Sacred Heart of Jesus and his plays were dedicated to the Sacred Heart.

I feel a special bond to Nonco and I pray often to the Sacred Heart for special favors. I feel I was the recipient of an Awesome favor. I attended an Apostleship of Prayer Nonco Group meeting on January 15, 2015. On this occasion, I prayed to Nonco to help me find a job. As I was walking toward the entrance of J. M. Morrow Memorial Nursing Home, the assistant administrator asked me to come back and to fill out an application. I started the next day.

I am very grateful and humbled. Thank you, Jesus!

Memories of Nonco by Janice Frederick Brasseaux

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Janice Frederick Brasseaux

There is no doubt in my mind that Nonco is a saint and for him to be validated as one would be awesome!!

I can still picture his face and that little smile he had. I remember him walking to our house as well. Quite a walk!!!

Each summer he came over to ask my parents to have me in his plays. That made me feel so special. I remember being on that stage practicing for the play and then the BIG night came and everything seemed to go right. If I remember right, he did that whole thing by himself. I might be wrong but I seem to remember quite a group. I have a lot of good memories of my childhood and this one ranks right up there.

Good Luck to the Nonco Foundation and continue the good work!

NONCO'S LITTLE FLOWER SCHOOL PROGRAMS

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Ignatius T. Castille Agency, Inc., Iggie Castille, Agent, Opelousas

I played the harmonica many years for Nonco’s Programs in the Little Flower Auditorium.

Nonco was always a saint to me!!

Nonco by Sara Allemond

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Sara Allemond

"I remember Nonco even when I was a child. He was loved by everyone."

Mel Moran, About Nonco

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Mel Moran

"About 'Nonco', I don't ever recall him ever missing a mass - there every day. I know because I was an altar boy for Father Bernard in the 50's. Don't have a picture, though."

Prayer Request by Vickie Smith Ganucheau

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Vickie Smith Ganucheau

Vickie Smith Ganucheau emailed: "Thank You for putting the 2 requests on the list. I feel certain the special intention helped and saved my son's life. Just minutes ago, I found out Paul was in a terrible accident, flipped his car 3 times, had to break the windshield to get out and only had cuts and bruises. Car is totaled. He is in need of lots of prayer the way his life is going. Thanks again, Vickie Smith Ganucheau.

Holy Land by Glenda L. Stelly

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Thu, 26 Jul 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Glenda L. Stelly

I heard of Nonco's life of faith.

We live on adjoining property where his humble home is located. When we built our house, it was said that we were building on Holy Land.

The Foundation is very grateful to Charter Member Glenda L. Stelly for her comments and her support. Thank you, Glenda

Nonco's Leaflet from Mathilde Bourque

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Mrs. Mathilde Bourque

Sacred Heart Novena Leaflet from Nonco which shows how he had written the name of Mrs. Walter Bourque on the side.

"Mr. Auguste would come pray with our family and the Altar Ladies Society," states Mrs. Mathilde Bourque

Submitted by: Mathilde, Mrs. Walter Bourque and scanned by her daughter, Florine Bourque Robin. The Foundation is grateful to you!

Sacred Heart by Florine Bourque Robin

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Florine Bourque Robin

Nonco Was Unforgettable! by Seola "CeCe" Arnaud Edwards

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Sat, 30 Jun 2012 00:00:00 GMT

We were a big family of thirteen children, 7 girls and 6 boys and we lived on a farm about a mile from Arnaudville on the road to Leonville on Highway 31 where the house still stands today. Our parents were devout Catholics and we inherited their deep faith.

A regular occurrence at our home was the monthly delivery of the Apostolate of the Sacred Heart leaflets by Nonco who always traveled on foot. Along with the leaflets he would often bring a small piece of paper torn out of a notebook with lines written by hand for each of us to memorize for his next play, usually celebrating the Feast of the Sacred Heart which was his love, his raison d’être . He single-handedly spread this devotion throughout Arnaudville and its surroundings and the ripple effects of his love and devotion can still be felt to this day. I would like to give my personal witness.

In 1946 when our parents tore down the old house (built in 1813) and built a new, modern one with indoor toilet, Nonco came with a framed image of the Sacred Heart to help my parents dedicate the new home and our family to the Sacred Heart. It was signed by my parents and dated June 30, 1946 and hung in our home as long as our parents lived. I remember it well; we prayed the Morning Offering every day, a practice I still follow to this day. In 1983 when our mother followed our father in death, their few possessions were divided equally among the many family members. I don’t remember what happened to our family’s image of the Sacred Heart, but amazingly eleven years later it found its way back to the family consecrated to it. Here is the story.

In November 1994 a group of 45 French people came to Arnaudville to retrace the footsteps of their favorite son from Jausiers, France: Jacques Arnaud, the founder of Arnaudville. It was a memorable day beginning with special mass in French by Father Hébert, lunch provided by Arnaudville’s incredible ladies in the Little Flower auditorium, a big welcome from Mayor Leo Quebedeaux with an exchange of gifts, a tour of the town including the cemetery where the French folks found many familiar names on the tombs. It seemed all of Arnaudville had turned out to welcome our visitors from France. At the end of this lovely day, my niece, Mavis Arnaud Frugé, who is most welcoming and friendly, had invited the whole group to hers and Richard’s home to enjoy Cajun desserts made by her and the neighbors, melt-in-the-mouth pralines by her mother, Nola. There was a Cajun band playing on the back porch and folks were already dancing when the bus with the French guests drove up. Soon the visitors were trying to imitate our Cajun two-step and it was a most wonderful, fun end to a very special day.

During this visit, Mavis asked me to come with her to one of the bedrooms in her home where she opened a bureau drawer and pulled out the Image of the Sacred Heart signed by my parents on that long ago day with Nonco. She said, “I was flea market shopping in Lafayette recently and I ran across this. When I recognized what it was, there is no way I could go off and leave it there. So, I bought it and I want you to have it.” What a stunning, moving gift! Amazingly the Sacred Heart image to which my family was consecrated June 30, 1946 had found its way back to that family from a flea market shop! With tears in my eyes I read and re-read its beautiful prayer of consecration:

Consecration of the family to the Sacred Heart

We consecrate to Thee O Jesus of love, the trials and the joys and all the happiness of our family life, and we beseech Thee to pour out Thy best blessings on all its members, absent and present, living and dead—and when one after the other, we shall have fallen asleep in Thy blessed bosom O Jesus, may all of us in Paradise find again our family united in Thy Sacred Heart. Amen

Signed: Mr. and Mrs. Albert Arnaud This 30th day of June 1946

The picture that follows is a shot taken of the image that hangs in my home.

I think maybe Nonco in heaven somehow guided this image back to its proper family. Gathering families together in heaven may very well be one of his favorite jobs up there, as it was here on earth. We are blessed to have known him. Thank you, Nonco, from the “hearts” of all the families you helped.

My Memories of Nonco by Charles M. Hardy

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Fri, 29 Jun 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Charles M. Hardy

Nonco was always stopping in at our house to visit. Mama (Madame Sam, Alice Mistrot Hardy) would always have a little treat for him to eat. He would never eat in our house (only about 300 yds. from his house) but he would take food with him to eat at his house.

Nonco was my "sponsor" for my Confirmation and my Confirmation Name was "Augustine." I will always remember Nonco preparing me for this Sacrament but mainly his deep faith and excitement to escort me down the aisle. To have the Bishop confirm me with Nonco's hand on my shoulder I will remember forever. Always providing soft words of comfort and support, I never ever heard him complain about anything other than he did not like cold weather.

I often went with him to his house to feed the variety of his family members...chickens, ducks, pigeons, turkeys, rabbits, dogs (never saw a cat) that lived in his yard or in pens/cages he had situated in different spots in his back yard. They were always there for him, even though some had freedom to run away, it was incredible to see them get excited when Nonco arrived. Where he got all the food for them I'll never know, but they were all fat.

When I would ride around with my daddy (Samuel Hardy) to potato fields to visit farmers, we would see Nonco often, walking and delivering his Sacred Heart leaflets. Daddy would always stop and ask him if he wanted a ride. He would just wave us off and keep on walking. No one ever turned him away from their home when he would come knocking, he wouldn't stay long, just drop off a leaflet and move on to the next friend. He knew everybody. He was doing this as a friend and Catholic. It was his calling.

At Little Flower School we would get excited to participate in his school plays. We would practice at the Little Flower Auditorium. He would color code all the arrows on the stage and let us know what "color" team we were on and we would follow that color arrow during the performance. Pretty simple, but so was Nonco.

I am so lucky to have grown up during his time. Mama's affection for him was unending, I only got upset when she would give him that last slice of her delicious chicken pie, my favorite.

NONCO by Debbie Hardy LaGrange

npelafigue@gmail.com (Nonco Foundation Archives) — Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 GMT

Submitted by Debbie Hardy LaGrange

Debate was de rigueur in our household; however, there was no discussion when the subject was Nonco's annual play. My brothers and I were going to take part. Case closed.

" Nonco's coming," one of us would shout and we would all run to look out of the large picture window in the living room. Walking down our driveway was a shriveled old man wearing a gray, wrinkled suit with a satchel slung across his shoulder. His arms always crooked at his elbows. His hands perpetually caressing a leaflet imprinted with a devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus held lovingly to his chest. His string of black prayer beads and a smooth wooden cane hung on his wrist. Nonco's small dogs danced happily around him. We would open the door and at once become transfixed by the countenance of a holy person. His head slightly tilted to one side, his shy smile slanted. He always seemed sad to me. No doubt it was because he was witness to a world becoming more secular by the day. We would invite him to come in but more times than not he was in a hurry to be on his way. He would hand us small pieces of paper upon which he had written our individual lines to be memorized for the upcoming performance. Even at a young age I think we knew he was special.

Nonco would move on to countless other households performing his daily ritual, delivering an intimate knowledge of the Son of God to the many families in Arnaudville, Leonville and Cecilia who would welcome him into their homes.