Lived in baton Rouge for about two years, post-Katrina, contemporary for Gustav.
Still have a place for that culture, wife hated it.
Am down there a lot on business.
One of my buddies down there called me when coach "O" had his successful run at Lsu and said it was great to finally have a coach without an accent. I still laugh about that one.
Ol' Boudreaux been fishin' down by de bayou all day an he done run outta night crawlers.He 'bout reddy to leave when he seen a snake wit a big frog in his mouf. He knowed dat dem big bass fish like frogs, so he decided to steal dat froggie. Dat snake, he a cotton moufed water moccasin so he had to be real careful or he'd git bit. He snuk up de behine de snake and grabbed him roun de haid Dat ole snake din't lak dat one bit. He squirmed and wrapped hisself roun Boudreaux's arm tryin' to get hisself free. But Boudreaux, him had a real good grip on his haid, yeh. Well, Boudreaux pried his mouf open and got de frog and puts it in his bait can. Now, Boudreaux knows dat he cain't let go dat snake or he's gonna bite him good, but he has a plan. He reach into de back pocket of his overhauls and pulls out a pint a moonshine likker. He pour some drops into de snake's mouf. Well, dat snake's eyeballs roll back in his haid and his body go limp Wit dat, Boudreaux toss dat snake into de bayou. Den he goes back to fishin'. A while later Boudreaux feel sumpin tappin' on his barefoot toe.He slowly look down and dare wuz dat water moccasin wit two more frogs
I read that with Justin Wilson’s voice in my head, had to search it out-
I know the young lady very well who was the site director at the Landmark Inn SHS there in Castroville. She left last year and went back to teaching school in San Antonio. She and sometimes her husband reenact with us at La Bahia, Washington on the Brazos, and San Felipe. She is a helluva cook!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Other post are fiction on the original subject, mine is fact
Just repeating what my hunting friends in Plaquemines and Acadiana Parishes explained as their understanding of the word back in the ‘70’s. Back then there was not a Spanish speaker in the area, much less being widely spoken.
French was their primary language with English for guests and business up on the highway. They lived there for generations.
Thibideaux the sheriff came back to Boudreaux's house, after Mama Boudreaux called him about Boudreaux being missing a couple three days. He said " Well, Mo-Ree, I got some bad news and I got some good news. Mama said, " Gimme the bad news, first". Sheriff said " We done found Boudreaux down the bayou, the alimagator done got to him" . Marie said " What's the good news?" Thibideaux said " We done picked a dozen blue crab off of him."
Not the Spanish I’m talking about but you are wrong about “spanish speakers” not being there in the 70’s. My brother N law’s whole Mexican tribe from El Paso have been in Plaquemine since the 50’s. And many more hispanics all over the area. Spanish have been all over Louisiana even before the Acquisition from France. And, the area is slam full of Mexicans, Guatemalans, Hondurans, and much more. Many of them even work for my uncle, the owner of Community Coffee.
I’m always here to help if y’all wanna learn something, especially the truth.
Originally Posted by jeffbird
Originally Posted by JohnnyLoco
Other post are fiction on the original subject, mine is fact
Just repeating what my hunting friends in Plaquemines and Acadiana Parishes explained as their understanding of the word back in the ‘70’s. Back then there was not a Spanish speaker in the area, much less being widely spoken.
French was their primary language with English for guests and business up on the highway. They lived there for generations.
I was raised South of Alexandria at Latanier (French for palmetto), which is roughly on the Redneck/Cajun "Mason Dixon" line. On down Hwy 1 South towards Marksville is Fifth Ward, pronounced "Fit Ward" by the locals. A couple of communities on the way include Poland and Echo.
My Dad loved to tell the story that during WWII, an old Cajun was sitting on his front porch at Echo with his shotgun. Asked what he was doing, said he heard on the radio that the Germans had taken Poland, be damned if they were gonna take Echo....
Provincial thinking not too uncommon among these folk.
After the Treaty of Paris in 1763. And the Spanish Bourbons took over Luisiana, the retained most all the original french govt. Officials. Their new governor was Alejandro O’ Reilly. One of the Irish “Wild Geese” in the service of Carlos! Probably the most famous of the "Spanish" French officials was Athanase de Mézières y Clugny. The son in law of the famous french explorer Louis Juchereau de St. Denis.
Quite an interesting fellow. Look him up.
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
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