| Mayo Broussard
1920 - 2003
"Look For Me On The Moon"
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came from a family of ten children, born of a kindly mother and
an upright father. Mayo Broussard learned his work ethics and
dreamed his dreams while being raised on the family farm located
in a very small community in South Louisiana, about 120 miles
west of New Orleans. He knew he was meant to move on at an early
age. After serving his country during World War II, and having
a chance to see the world, he decided that California (and more
particularly, Los Angeles) was the place for him. All alone, with
just his hard work ethics, his common sense and his dream, he
set out to “make his fortune.” He owned and operated
a paint-contracting business, and because of the man he was, this
business became one of the most successful paint-contracting businesses
in Los Angeles. Mayo set up shop in the middle of Hollywood, when
Hollywood was really “Hollywood.” He made friends
and socialized with some of the Hollywood names that kept his
family back in Louisiana “starstruck.” And, when Mayo
found time to come home for a visit, it was an “event”
— you know, “small town boy does good.” He had
that “tall, dark and handsome thing about him” and
that sort of shy, classy charm. We were proud of him and actually
thought of him as the movie star.
His passions, besides his business, of course, were music which
was his companion in his youth, and golf which was his mid-life
mistress. Music helped him dream and golfing opened up a whole
new world for him. Of golfing, he proclaimed that he wasn’t
going to let that little bitty ball get the best of him. And,
he made many lifelong friends through golfing.
But, it wasn’t until he retired and moved to Palm Springs,
California that he found the right woman to share his life: Mayo
married Phyllis Schmid. He was now able to enjoy the fruits of
his hard work and had someone to love. They both enjoyed playing
golf and were the perfect match for each other at this time in
their lives. Alas, after only ten years together, she left this
earth, leaving Mayo with a void he could not fill. Two years after
her passing, he has left us, too.
You are missed, Uncle Mayo. You bruised easily because of your
tender heart. Integrity was the most important thing to you. You
were especially kind to animals. You had such a flair for the
technical and an open mind for new innovations. You demanded the
best of everything and everyone and you were meticulous about
yourself and your home. We learned from you while you were here.
Thank you for the stories, the memories and for sharing yourself.
And, now we will never look at the moon without thinking of you.
Take our love with you.
With Much Love and Gratitude
to You, Uncle Mayo
Sandra
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