Yes, I’d like to have someone rescue my homestead; if only I had a homestead TO rescue. As the veteran blog followers know, we’ve had some struggles staying put where we are down here in the coastal marshes of south Louisiana. Oh yes, we stay by choice, because no matter what else is going on…
I know it’s not yet the official first day of summer, but tell that to the near 90-degree temperatures we’re enduring today. This past week, I’ve worked with a lady carpenter replacing all the sills under the front porch of Camp Dularge. Man oh man, did we do some manly work, including the use of…
No, I haven’t been strolling through the park, nor did the month of May start so merrily. As many of you know by now, we buried my 100-year-old mother-in-law on the 2nd of May. My two oldest sons were able to arrange to be let off their boats in order to serve as pallbearers for…
When I first met this original bayou woman, it was 1979, and I was working as a dispatcher for ODECO. She answered the old black telephone in her native tongue, her words lost on me. I had called her house to ask if her son, the crew boat captain, happened to be home. His boat…
Yams. Just that single word conjures up images of delectable dishes featuring the root crop for which Opelousas, Louisiana, is so well known. But don’t be fooled. What you thought all these years were yams are really not yams at all; they’re sweet potatoes. There is, however, one type of yam abundant in Louisiana with…
Very quickly, before I hit the road, let me invite you to come visit me in Pontchatoula tomorrow (Saturday, Feb. 27th). I will be one of a panel of judges for the Annual Pontchatoula High School Football Booster Club Gumbo Cookoff. Benefits go toward a scholarship fund in honor of a football player who was…