Earl Fitch
January 31, 2019
Gunman barricaded in cop car outside Terrebonne jail
January 31, 2019
This is leas a column than a lament, a requiem an elegy or maybe even an obituary, a cry for something lost, never to return. Sad enough? It gets worst
I have always dwelled an the feet that I WAS Cajun born,
Cajun bred and when I die. I’ll be a Cajun dead”. That tells my story.
Why tills fascination with a life style, language, joie de vie that the laws, customs and. an ever-changing world has tried desperately to obliterate. Despite radio personalities like Dudley Bernard. Rod Rodrigue, Coo-zan E.j. and Ivy and yours who truly tried to maintain the status quo we had to finally admit we had lost Why and how did this love affair happen, this love of everything Cajun?
Let me barrow words from Elizabeth Browning., (Sonnet 45.)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and height and height my soul can reach “™ There’s more but it gets too sugary which is a No No Lor a diabetic life me. (Those English gals did a lot of writing. When not writing about love one of them invented Frankenstein-It rains a lot in England which gives them something to do with their time.)
I was born in Louisiana and the U.S Constitution makes me an American It says nothing about being a Cajun I spoke French before I spoke english and I became quiet fluent in it. As I grew, I could do French radio program, lectures in Preach and acquired dozens of commendations accolades. recognitions and “Tang an the wall” documents for it.
Today, however I grope for French words that were once engraved in my brain Why? Because I no longer have anyone to converse bilingually with. They’re all gone. So is the language, the culture, the boucheries. the charavies, the bonding with neighbors and general get-togethers.
Even raising my family French was only spoken when there were things, we did not want the kids to understand, but they larged all the forbidden wards and there went another method of Communication.
Now I don’t expect to bring any of that back neither the horse and buggy, pirogue transportation or mod stoves Life revolves and SO must we, but must everything I love be gone and forgotten?
So I’ll hare to live with, the status quo for the abort time I have left No more Cajun disc jockeys no more Cajun records, more Cajun augments heard from across the bayou.
Any good thing happened lately? Why yes One evil thing was disposed of The scrough. of the Cajun nation. The destruction of our young population was finally disposed of and thrown on the junk heap of history…By action of the church_ BINGO] Gone but not forgotten.
But wait. My one bright spot in a rainy, cloudy week Bingo is still played in selected places.. Rehab and nursing honie6 Let me get personal and tell you about it.
My wife of 66 years. Dot has teen in a rehab hospital for several weeks now. 8.
He had been handicapped for several years due to back operation and recently she fall and broke a neck vertebra, which is non-operatable so she 11 have to wear a neck brace far the rest of her life.
While visiting her this week I watched her walk, very carefully. We had wondered if she would. I also joined her in a game of ………..BINGO! and she can watch Gumsmoke all night long.
All those signs mean she might be home sooner than we thought. Ill even enjoy her fussing for things I do wrong around the house. I am even composing a list in case she misses one.
I Hurry home Dot. We ail miss you especially Smokey your, eat who misses you most At least you have nurses to talk to. Smokey just meooows.
While reviewing the column I found it pretty depressing 90 I’m happy to as able to close with good news….. I’m a Cajun bear me shoat a little down but I’m not out There a little life that’s left in me. So geaux Saints Geaux!
And damn the referees! Bye Now!
Today, however, I grope for French words that were once engraved in my brain. Why? Because I no longer have anyone to converse bilingually with. They’re all gone. So is the language, the culture, the cheravies, the bonding with neighbors and general get-togethers.’
Houma Times Historical Columnist Leroy Martin said he won is us to get back to our Cajun roois IN this week’s Column, he wises our old-jashetoned Cajun ways.
