Thanks ladies for the videos.
It's funny that almost any town, small city, in that region lays claim to the title of being
the Cajun Capitol.
In my earlier years when I first came here I spent a significant amount of time in many of those towns during holidays when it was cost prohibitive to go to NY for just 4 or 5 days. Many of my fellow students at Loyola would invite me go and stay with their families and it was indeed a whole different world for someone like me who had never ventured that far at my age to anywhere outside of the NE US.
The food, music, language and hospitality was so rich and unpretentious especially in comparison with the NE and its stark coldness.
One can't help but realize how much impact the weather and environment has on the way of life "down there".
And, everyone knows everyone and families that married into another makes for everyone to be related in some way, be it aunt, uncle, lots of cousins. I had a hard time keeping up and that's saying a lot coming from such a huge clan myself. There were a lot of similarities in both our cultures.
The procurement of food was a big one. Many foods passed my lips that were so lovingly prepared but, to this day I don't know what many of them were. Raccoon, squirrel, frog legs (delish!), nutria
,am sure were just a few of the creatures that were hunted and trapped and thrown in the pot with all manner of spices and vegetables and herbs lovingly grown in everyone's garden. And, of course the seafood.
Even the rice, something that was a special treat for me as all we ate in my home was potatoes, was grown in the very first rice paddies I had ever seen outside of movies set in Viet Nam or SE Asia.
And, there was always music and dancing.
Tiny shacks on the roadsides would appear to be moving involuntarily as you drove by.
Most especially on Sunday late afternoons, you could see them vibrate and the music interspersed with laughter could be heard for miles until you passed the next one miles down the road.
I have one particular special memory of going to one of these places in 1973 during a Thanksgiving break. Unbeknownst to me beforehand, we went and there in the small building that held 100 people max, was Arlo Guthrie and his small band. Arlo Guthrie Live in LaRose. I had a cassette tape of that concert for many years, (it may still be here buried somewhere) but, the tape is still in my head and plays sometimes like when I see videos like these.
A fellow NYer, (Guthrie hailed from Brooklyn, L.I.) and I, in the same room full of heartwarming fun loving people, it is a memory I shall never forget.
As an aside, there is a wonderful movie,
Passionfish, that captures very much of what I have attempted to describe for y'all. I don't want to give away too much of it so
please if you run across it, check it out.
It's likely the best movie I've ever run across that accurately portrays these wonderful people and the rich culture
I can only hope will be preserved by the current generation living there now.
It's a very fragile thing.
Thanks again ladies for stirring up the memories for me today.