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Eugene Morris Schoenfeld, Sr., on Tuesday, June 8, 1993 at 6:00 AM. Husband of Vivian Morlas Schoenfeld. Father of Robert Morlas Schoenfeld, Noel Douglas Schoenfeld, Kathleen S. Casey, Vivian S. Solares, and the late Eugene Morris Schoenfeld Jr. Son of the late Otto B. Schoenfeld Sr. and Clara Walet Schoenfeld. Brother of Mrs. Clara Watters, Lawrence Schoenfeld and the late Otto B. Schoenfeld Jr. Also survived by 14 grandchildren and 7 great grandchildren. Age 85 years, a native of New Orleans, LA and a resident of Metairie, LA for the past 21 years.

Relatives, friends officers and member of the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers No. 130 are invited to attend a Funeral Mass at LAKE LAWN METAIRIE FUNERAL HOME CHAPEL, 5100 Pontchartrain Blve (in Metairie Cemetery) on Thursday, June 10, 1993 at 12:00 noon. Interment in Metairie Cemetery. Visitation from 6:00 PM until 10 PM on Wednesday and after 10:00 AM until service time on Thursday.

Undated, unfererenced clipping from Keith McGuire Jr.

Eugene married Vivian Anna Morlas on 11 Apr 1936 in Gretna, Jefferson Parish, Louisiana. Vivian (daughter of John Dominic Morlas and Lucine Roquevert) was born on 22 Mar 1909 in New Orleans, Orleans Parish, Louisiana; died on 29 May 2000 in New Orleans, Orleans Parish, Louisiana; was buried in Metairie Cemetery (Lake Lawn Metairie), New Orleans, Orleans Parish, Louisiana. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

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Vivian Morlas Schoenfeld, a homemaker, died Monday of a stroke at Life Care Hospital, Memorial Baptist Campus on Monday, May 29, 2000 At 7:30 P.M. She was 91.

Mrs. Schoenfeld was born in New Orleans and lived In either New Orleans or Metairie all her life. She was the daughter of the late John Dominic and Lucine (Roquevert) Morlas and was preceded In death by four brothers and eight sisters.

She was the beloved wife of the late Eugene Morris Schoenfeld, Sr. and the mother of Kathleen S. Casey, of Daytona Beach, Fl; Vivian S. Solares, of Harahan; Robert Morlas Schoenfeld and Noel Douglas Schoenfeld both of New Orleans, and the Late Eugene Morris Schoenfeld, Jr., of Austin, Tx. She is also survived by 13 grandchildren and 12 great grandchildren. Relatives and friends are Invited to attend the Funeral Mass at Lake Lawn Metairie Funeral Home Chapel, 5100 Pontchartrain Blvd. (In Metairie Cemetery) on Thursday, June 1, 2000 at 11:00 A.M. Interment will follow in Metairie Cemetery. Visitation on Wednesday from 6:00 P.M.until 9:00 P.M. And on Thursday after 9:00 A.M. until Service Time. In lieu of flowers, the family prefers donations to Sisters Of Mercy, Holy Name Of Jesus Convent, 6028 Freret St., New Orleans 70118.

Obituary Source:

(1) two undated unreferenced clippings provided by Keith McGuire Jr.

(2) http://ftp.rootsweb.com/pub/usgenweb/la/orleans/obits/1/s-06.txt



E U L O G Y VIVIAN MORLAS SCHOENFELD 1909 - 2000
WRITTEN BY: KATHLEEN S. CASEY--June 1, 2000


This is indeed the end of an era. Mama is the last of her immediate Morlas family. Eight sisters and four brothers have gone before her. And I have lost the best friend I ever had.

For Mama, life was a long journey, and in her 91 years she had many side trips and outings along the way. She loved reminiscing about them.

With great relish she used to tell about her first plane ride. She was not quite 14, and her father, who died in 1923, was still alive. Someone was selling plane rides over New Orleans for about $15 apiece. Mama's mother arranged for Mama and some of her sisters to take a ride. While they were flying overhead, Mama's parents were sitting in their yard. When Mama's father saw the plane, he said to Grandma, "I wonder what fools are in that plane." Grandma spared him the truth.

In 1926 and 1929, Mama, her mother and unmarried sisters toured Europe. Mama got more mileage out of those trips than anybody else, I know. She loved telling how she was followed after an evening out in Amsterdam by a big crowd because the people thought she, in her long evening gown, was a movie star. She regaled us with stories of officers and college students on the ships who were madly in love with her. I never doubted her for a moment.

Then there was the flight to Detroit in 193l with Grandma and Aunt Eleanor to buy the Hupmobile and drive it home. In 1938 there was the sad journey by train from Corpus Christi, Texas, to New Orleans when Mama learned her sister Clothilde was dying.

Mama's family and friends meant more to her than anything else. I was brought up in a home where I felt secure and loved. Vivian, Jim, Bob, Noel and I knew we were blessed.

We and other family members have talked a lot lately about things we did together, places we went: a trip to Sturgis, Mississippi, when I was about 15 to visit Aunt Lucille and family, weekend excursions to Mississippi in a car loaded with cement and tools so Daddy could work on his swimming pool. Mama and Daddy named their place at Beneshewaah KAVIJIBONO, using the first two letters of each of their five children's names. We enjoyed many happy gatherings there with family and friends.

Mama and Aunt Eleanor went by train to California to see Jim who was there in the Navy. They also visited Uncle John. Aunt Leontine had sent Mama and Aunt Eleanor off with a big box lunch. The travelers laughed all the way to California and back.

Mama and Daddy went to Colorado in 1972 with Jim and Dee and Aunt Dora and Uncle Larry. Just recently in the hospital Mama said they had a "wonderful time." Noel reminded me night before last that on that trip after eating at a roadside park, Mama threw a paper cup over her shoulder and it landed in a trash receptacle. Jim said, "I bet you can't do that again." He gave her another cup and once again she made a goal. Mama was always on target no matter what she was doing.

When Mama and Daddy stayed at a dude ranch once with Bob and Genie and their children, Mama got to ride horseback again for the first time in many years since she had ridden regularly along the levee. She took great pleasure telling how as a young woman, she was thrown over a horse's head and had to lead the horse to a lamp post and climb up the post to remount and gallop away uninjured.

On trips to St. Martinville, Mama and Daddy relaxed and enjoyed "happy hour" on Bob and Genie's front porch.

There were trips with Vivian and Sig and their children to Austin and to Daytona Beach and later with Vivian to Daytona Beach, Disney, World and Key West.

And, Mama never missed a grandchild's wedding even if it meant traveling to Daytona Beach and later to San Antonio while nursing a broken pelvis.

Over the years, Mama and I reminisced about life when Vivian, Jim, Bob, Noel and I were children. Visiting was a big part of our entertainment. I remember a family reunion at Grandma's on South Tonti Street. On Sundays we went to see Uncles Louis, Leon and Paul and Aunts Leontine, Stella, Lucille, Jennie, Juliet and Eleanor. When Aunt Josephine came to town from Oklahoma, we had get-togethers on a large scale.

When I was a child, my brothers, Vivian and I took rides to the lakefront and Audubon Park where we'd run up and down Monkey Hill, look at the seals and visit the zoo. Daddy would take us swimming.

Every Easter we'd pick clover in the park for our baskets, and at Christmastime we'd take rides to see the lights and then go to Canal Street to see Santa Claus waving from the balcony at D. H. Holmes.

Noel tells about going downtown with Mama to shop and eat at Kress or McCrory's. On one occasion when he was about five, Mama bought him a little rubber mouse which he left on the streetcar. When they discovered his loss, he was heartbroken. Mama, carrying him, ran after the streetcar but couldn't get it to stop. She even called NOPSI to see if anyone had turned in Noel's lost treasure. No such luck. On their next trip downtown, Mama bought Noel another rubber mouse. Life was simple, and it was good.

For years Vivian was Mama's wheels-running her errands and taking her to her doctors and to visit family and friends.

In recent years, Mama didn't go out much, but her radios and telephone took her where she wanted to go. She looked forward to talking to her children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. They were very good to her, and Mama was good to everybody. She was thrifty and generous, a happy combination which benefited many of us.

Family and friends played a vital part in Mama's life to the end, and they kept dropping in and phoning her at the hospital. One day I counted 20 visitors. She seemed happy being surrounded by those who love her. Mama knew she was dying, and she accepted death with prayers and peace. And there was laughter, too. Only a few days before she died Noel had Mama smiling over a hilarious story about Linda's dog Promise.

I owe all that I am and all that I have to my parents, and my life will be very different without Mama.

It is awfully hard to say goodbye, and I won't. Instead, for Mama-our dear, sweet Mangie-on her final journey, I wish her Godspeed.

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Married:
They were remarried in a religious ceremony on 13 Sep 1936 at St. John Church in Thibodaux, LA.