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Counting the Blessings - Re-Counting the Tales
Life is a Trip – Come Along for the Ride
In May of this year, l996, my friend Margaret Murphy and I attended an
Elderhostel Program in Georgia. We really went to take the Golf course, (use the
golf course), and ended up in a Course of story- telling. We had more fun in that
course because the teacher was so entertaining, and the group was a good one, but
she insisted that we write down our own "Tales", so here goes. Hold on to your hat.
Top row, Lillian Mestayer, (Nantee), Tante Lulu DeGruy, Uncle Louis DeGruy,
Daddy, Carmen Mestayer. Aspasie Mestayer, Pere Mestayer, Yvonne DeGruy, Mere
Mestayer, Uncle Roland Mestayer.
I can't remember when I was born, but I am told it was on April 22, 1921. That
was a long time ago and God has been so good to me. So many happenings and
blessings.
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We lived on Audubon Street, in New Orleans, La. I was four
years old and my mother had died from complications of
childbirth. Her maiden name was Jeanne Olivier. My
brother, Dick, was eight years old, sisters Mildred, Jane and
I were seven, six and
four, respectively,
and Bessie was four
months. My father’s
mother and sister
agreed to care for
us. I can't imagine
anyone taking on a job like that, but they
did. My first memories are of my Father,
Grandmother who was Mere to everybody, and my
Aunt, Nantee. My other grandmother, Mere Olivier,
(MereO, as she was called) would have taken my
sister Jane and brother Dick, but my father wanted
us to stay together, so we went to the Mestayers.
Mere's maiden name was Richard and MereO's
maiden name was Maspero. She married Caesar
Olivier. MereO's mother was named Lombard, and
the home where she was born is way down on
Chartres Street and is an old plantation home that
is now being restored and will be listed in the
Historical List of old homes. Let me state here that
all the grandmothers were called “Mere”, which
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means “mother” in French. The custom is still in use today in our family. My
sisters, cousins and all grandmothers are called Mere. It gets confusing when a lot
of nieces and nephews are around and you don’t know which Mere is being
addressed.
My grandmother Mere
Mestayer's house was
too small for six extra
people so my father
built a large house on
Paris Avenue, which
seemed like the country
back then. It had a full
basement above ground
and the main floor was
upstairs. We could
skate and play in the
basement, have plays;
the washwoman would
come and wash clothes in a tin tub over the coal fire, and hang the clothes to dry
down there. When we didn't play in the basement, we were allowed to play on the
sidewalk (called the banquette) in front and side of the house.
Our house was one block from St. Leo’s church
and Mere went there every time the doors
opened, we thought. Lots of times we went
with her. I find myself doing the same thing.
School was behind the church and we all
attended there. We would come home for
lunch, and it was such a big treat if we could
take our lunch to school once in a while. I
would smell my sandwich, which was usually
bologna, and so good! I would sit on it to make
it flat. Also we would smell each others
sandwiches, (all the lucky ones who could take
their lunches) all day. There was no such thing
as a cafeteria or lunch room. We ate our
sandwiches on the benches, and it was the
same in High School, I think.
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Life wasn't too exciting back then, as everyone (it seemed) led a very structured
life. I know we did. Nantee was very strict and we were well disciplined. We had a
large sleeping porch in the back, with ten windows and five beds. Most of the time
we took naps after lunch, and later after school. How we hated that. There was
no air-conditioning then, and it was so hot! We would get up soaking wet. Then we
got a Window fan and it brought the hot, humid air in. Even when I later visited
Nantee with my growing children, she would make everyone take a nap. Our house
had central heat with radiators in every room except the sleeping porch. There
was a small gas heater in each of the two bathrooms and one in the central hall .We
would get out of bed in the mornings when it was freezing and run to the hall to
dress in front of the heater. We would sleep with open windows at night and we
stayed healthy.
We would make colored sand by mixing sand with powdered brick, bluing, and
anything we could to get some color, as we had to find our own entertainment.
When we got old enough, about l0, I think, we were allowed to skate and ride bikes
around the block. We would put on plays in the basement and charge people to
come see them... (We probably let them in free). A girl across the street took
dancing lessons and we would use all of her old dance costumes - (squeeze into
them). Everybody had to perform something - that's all I can remember about
that - as there was not a whole lot of talent there, especially when it came to
dancing. We would hang sheets for the curtains, and put chairs around. That was
a lot of fun. We didn’t go to other houses very often. We stayed home and out
friends were always welcomed to come. In later years, when we were teenagers
and had dates, we would have parties and dance to records. There would be
refreshments, and I imagine everybody would go home about 11:00 P.M. We also
played “baseball” with a broomstick and a homemade ball. I think it was a cork with
scraps of cloth wrapped around it. What is now a street beside the house was a
vacant lot and we played there. All ages played and it was fun. We played dodge –
the-ball. And of course we played marbles, Jacks, TiddleyWinks, etc. When we
were a little older we played Michigan Auction and that was fun. We also learned
to play bridge which was a lot less complicated than what we play today. Mere
loved to play Bingo and we would play almost every Friday night. Nantee would have
some of the children in the neighborhood over to teach them Catechism. Then we
had a bingo party. Mere also loved to play Casino and we would have to play with
her.
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We wore school
uniforms - Navy blue
pleated wool skirts
with white blouses.
My grandmother
sewed all of the
uniforms, and the
blouses had buttons
to hold up the skirts.
There was a double
band at the waist to
conceal the buttons.
We had two skirts
and about three
blouses, and would
hand them down to the next one that they would fit. We wore black cotton
stockings with garters above the knee. We were not allowed to wear socks until it
got warm enough in the Spring, usually about Easter. We wore saddle oxfords and
had one good pair of shoes for Sunday, as well as one dress.
It was a big treat to go to Canal street. It ran from the Mississippi River all the
way to Lake Ponchartrain. If we had to meet anyone, we always met under the
Large Clock in front of D.H. Holmes department store. It was a very nice store
and has been sold to Dillard's. Canal Street divided the downtown from the
uptown areas. The people from uptown would go downtown to Canal St. and the
people from downtown would go uptown to Canal Street. Most of the French
people settled in the Vieux Carre, (French Quarter). The big markets were there
and also the Morning Call Coffee and Doughnut place. It is still one of the biggest
tourist attractions there. Also the French Market, a large outdoor market. The
French people used to make Drip Coffee in a pot by dropping one spoonful of
boiling water at a time. It was so strong and black because the coffee had chicory
in it so they added hot milk, which made it Café au Lait.
MereO lived in Jackson Barracks with my uncle Dr. "Patie" Estopinal and his wife,
Aunt Andre', Aunt Marie and Tante Dideen Olivier. Aunt Marie was my brother's
godmother so we all called her Dick's Nenaine. That is another French name
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meaning Godmother. “Parain” means Godfather. That
is so amusing, I think. I remember going to spend the
night with my godmother, Aunt Andre and
MereO. The minute the sun started going down I
would call my daddy to come and get me as I was
homesick. I was like that for a long time, in fact,
almost forever, especially while my daddy was living.
We adored him. He was so sweet and loving. As were
Nantee and Mere. Everybody we knew spoke French.
We could understand it but couldn't speak it. When
they didn't want us to know what they were talking
about, they would keep us wondering. The French
were very clannish and when a French person married
someone of a different nationality, they pronounced
their name in French. They were distressed when the
schools started teaching in the English language
instead of French. That was before our time, however.
MereO was a tiny little lady who loved flowers and people and was so generous, she
gave everything away. When we would take her a present, she would turn around
and give it to one of us, so my father started giving her money. She loved and
grew flowers so much she would help herself to everybody else’s, and I remember
one day in particular, my sister Jane and I rode the streetcar to the Barracks,
(incidentally, the Barracks was where Andrew Jackson housed his troops and there
was a group of large two-story buildings where they lived.) After the war, my
uncle, having been an officer in the army, stayed there to live. The rooms were so
big, with a porch surrounding both floors, with large pillars. There was a family
living upstairs in the building in which they lived. But to get back to the story,
when Jane and I got ready to leave, MereO gathered a big bunch of flowers for us
to take home. We didn't want them and the minute we got outside the Barracks,
we dumped them in the trash can because we were too embarrassed to take them
on the streetcar. Kids are so foolish at times.
The Barracks was in Chalmette, La. on the Mississippi River and we would play on
the levee. It was beautiful there. It looks so different now, and I don't know if
military people still live there. It seems so much smaller now. My uncle Alfred
Olivier and Aunt Camille lived in Chalmette and had a tennis court. My brother
Dick was the same age as their daughter, Heloise, and they played tennis a lot
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there. They would have
tournaments, fish and
hunt a lot. Dick spent a
lot of time visiting them.
Another cousin on my
mother's side was
Andre and she married
Paul Briant. She is still
living and is an artist as
is her son, Peter, who is
a well-known artist in
New Orleans, and has
lots of prints of New
Orleans scenes (streetcars, Venders, etc.) I believe Janet must have inherited her
talent from that side of the family.
There were many old homes in the downtown side of New Orleans where we were
living. A lot of them were called "Camel-back" houses with the second level in the
rear of the house. There were also a lot of “shotgun " houses. They were called
that because it was told you could fire a shotgun through the front door it would
exit the rear door without striking a wall. The hall went straight to the back of
the house. They were 4 or 5 rooms, one behind the other and a tiny bathroom off
one side, the only private room in the house. The front and back doors both had
shutters to let the air circulate through the house. Some of the houses were
divided into two, side by side with a common wall in the center. They were called
doubles. Duplex houses were one floor above the other. Most of the houses just
had "stoops", three or four steps. The neighbors would sit on them to visit. Later
they put "galleries" in front. Many of those old houses are being restored and are
considered "charming", which is nice, I guess.
Another thing I remembered was the Ice Box- a large two-part wooden box. The
Iceman would come in a wagon and put a large block of ice in the top part. It had a
big drip-pan which would have to be emptied every couple of hours. It would spill
on the floor and have to be wiped up. If no-one was there, the iceman would leave
it on the steps and the father would have to get his big tongs and move it inside.
We would often run after the ice wagon to get a piece of ice when he chopped it
into large blocks. Also, there was the Snowball wagon and we would get our glass
from inside and get a snowball for a nickel. The Iceman had a scraper and would
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scrape the ice and you could choose any flavor of syrup .The biggest treat was to
go uptown to Canal and go the K & B drugstore for a chocolate ice cream soda.
They were delicious!
Mere did all the cooking - never let us into the kitchen, so when I got married I
had to learn to boil water! She did all the grocery buying over the phone, and they
would deliver everything. The vegetable man, Mr. Russell, would stop by each
morning to see if she needed any fresh vegetables, and they would sit on the porch
and visit. She would get fruit from him, also. She ordered her meat from the
butcher shop, and it was delivered. I can't remember ever going to a grocery
store until I was grown. We ordered from the Drug Store also. We had our milk,
bread and wine (by the gallon) delivered. I don't know what those things cost
then, and never thought to ask, especially since we didn't shop.
Nantee was in charge of the children, the
discipline part. She had been a teacher and quit to
help her mother with the children. She also played
the organ at St. Ann's church and gave piano
lessons at home. I took for four years, but didn't
enjoy it because I had to practice scales and music
I didn't like. She also accompanied Jane at her
violin lessons. Jane had a professor who came on
the bus every Saturday, and Nantee would
accompany them. Jane was an accomplished
violinist, but as so many other things, she outgrew
it. She could have made a career of it if she had
wanted to dedicate her life to it, and she obviously
didn't. Sis taok piano lessons for a while and she
ended up being a wonderful pianist by playing “by ear”. She did not have to use
music sheets and could play anything she heard and also sound like the different
players. She is still in demand by the Schools and Churches to play and is very
talented in that way. I can’t remember Bessie taking lessons. Nantee probably
gave up on us about that time.
Once or twice a year we would go on the bus or street-car to Audubon Park to go
swimming in the pool. I remember the tale about when Sis went to the Park with
Tante Lulu and her kids. She fell off the swing and stayed on the ground,
pretending she was unconscious. When Tante Lulu mentioned calling the ambulance,
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Sis dramatically “came to”, That was typical of her. She is still dramatic. When
she sneezes she can be heard a block away. We thought the pool was so big, and
Nantee thought it was cleaner than the City Park pool, which was closer to us. So
we would have to go all across town to Audubon Park. Of course we took a picnic
lunch and that was a big treat. Also, every once in a while we would go to the
Gentilly Circle, a park about the size of a small city block. It was perfectly round,
and was a block away from our house. We would take sandwiches and eat supper
there. We thought that was great. There was no equipment in the Circle to play
on, and I don't remember what we did there, except chase each other around and
play hide and seek among the big palm trees that grew there. The circle is now
gone and there is a big intersection there. We would also go for walks across the
railroad and there was a little bridge where we were told the Old Troll lived so we
would tromp our feet, like the “Billygoats Gruff”. Then the troll would stay in the
water. All simple kid fun! (we thought) Oh, how simple life was then. It was a
wonderful treat for us to go to Lake Ponchartrain. There was a little beach there
but better than that there was a wonderful amusement park with all sorts of rides.
One in particular was the Zephyr, a really scary rollercoaster. The Lake was miles
and miles of seawall. Later when we were dating we would go there to shrimp,
crab, etc. It was the east side of New Orleans and later, after World Ward II
was declared, there was an army base there. Some of Tom’s hometown friends
were stationed there.
I have to admit that New Orleans was strangely laid out. Canal Street ran from
the Mississippi River on the West to Lake Ponchartrain on the East. Then Canal
Street cut the City in half. The uptown side was North and downtown was South.
We lived in the downtown section which was the older and more historical than the
newer and “ritzy” part of the city.
Mere Mestayer had five children, and 23 grandchildren. Aunt Carmen Schimpeler
lived in Louisville, Ky. and had seven children. She would come almost every
summer and stay with us. Some of the kids would stay with other cousins. Tante
Lulu DeGruy had seven children and they lived uptown. They would come visit on
Sunday afternoons, and different cousins would spend a night now and then, and
vice-versa. Uncle Roland and Aunt Alice Mestayer lived at the other corner of the
block, and had four children, all younger than we were, but we would baby-sit them.
I considered the oldest, Bobby, as my child, and Aunt Alice called him my child
always. We were especially close to those cousins, and seemed to see more of
them. They were Leea, Roland and Anne. We are still close to them.
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Sometimes, in the summer, we would visit one of the families across the lake, and
it would take us all day to get there, it seemed. My father thought it was his duty
to take us all for a ride on Sunday afternoon, and I hated it. Thought it was so
boring to ride and see only trees. He had a large car with fold-up seats and we
would have to take turns sitting on them. Sometimes we would ride through City
Park and he would speed up over the only hill in the country -the bridge- and we
would all squeal. I still love going over that little bridge.
I remember the holidays so well. The most looked forward to was Mardi Gras. On
the feast of the Epiphany, which was Jan. 6th, Dick's Nenaine would send us a King
Cake. It was a large cake, not real cake, more like sweet bread shaped like a ring.
It was decorated with little sprinkles or such as that, and it had a little baby in it.
That called for a party and we had all the neighborhood friends over. The person
who got the piece of cake with the baby would have the next King Cake party.
That custom still exists in New Orleans, except the Cakes are more elaborate,
some with frosting and fillings. The office crews often take a cake to the office,
and the person who gets the baby is the one who brings the cake the next day.
That would sort of start the season leading up to Mardi Gras. We would plan on a
costume to wear on that day, but the most fun was going to the parades. The
different Organizations would have a Ball after the Parade and you had to have a
special invitation to get in. It was strictly formal and the men had to wear
Tuxedos and the women long evening gowns. I didn’t go to any until I was older.
There was one every night for about a week before the big Tuesday, the day we all
put on costumes, and masks, and went to the downtown section for the whole day.
We would wait for about an hour for the parade to come, and break our necks to
catch the necklaces and baubles that the people on the floats would throw. My
daddy would have a time making us stay back so the horses wouldn't trample us.
The torchbearers carried kerosene torches that would blaze up and the smell was
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so exciting. We could see the parade from several blocks away when it was
approaching. The crowds were so large, but nothing compared to today. You can't
even park downtown anymore. People rent storefronts where they can watch the
parades and the maskers. When we were older, large groups of people would rent
and decorate flat-bed trucks to ride on and everybody wore the same costume and
mask. There would be so many trucks of maskers and it was fun to see who was
the best dressed and the imagination of costume makers was wonderful. I don't
know if they still do that. My father's favorite parade was the Zulu parade,
composed of all black people. They would dress as Indians with beautiful costumes
and large feathered headpieces. They were scary to us, but he would know some
of the ones on the floats and call to them. They would throw coconuts, and my
father got a big kick out of that.
Christmas was another fun time because all the cousins would come on Christmas
Eve, and we would have eggnog and cake. Mere gave each of her grandchildren a
dollar and on Christmas morning we would each get one nice thing, perhaps a pair of
skates and another gift, such as gloves, etc. I really don't remember anything in
particular. Once I got a Mickey Mouse watch and I really loved it. We would all go
to midnight Mass, we had a decorated tree and had a big meal on Christmas,
turkey, etc. I remember the Oyster Patties more than anything else. They were
delicious!
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On St. Joseph's Day, some of the more affluent Italians would put up an altar in
their homes, and put all sorts of food on it. Cooked dishes, desserts, breads,
sweets and everything you can think of. We didn't know it at the time but it was
to feed the poor people. We would go visit the altars in the neighborhood, and eat
some of the feast. We loved that. Our parents didn’t know we were going to eat (a
snack here and there) but the food was so enticing We were not rich but we didn’t
qualify for the food. They probably thought we were going to pray to St. Joseph.
On Halloween we would have parties where we had a big pan of water with apples
floating in it. We had to duck to get one to eat. That meant we had to bite into an
apple and bring it up before we could keep it. I guess the water was full of spit by
the time ten or so kids put their mouths all over the apples in the water. It made
a mess. Then we had something (I can't remember) hanging from strings we had to
grab with our mouths. We would go around the neighborhood and stick pins in
doorbells, write in chalk on the banquette, try to scare people passing by, leave
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empty wallets tied with a string to let people think they had found something, then
pull the string. We thought that was fun. Today it doesn't sound so great.
On November l, the feast of All Saints,
everybody would go to the cemeteries to visit
the graves of their family members. The
graves would have all been freshly white-
washed and each grave would have fresh
flowers on them. We would see so many people
that we knew and it would be like a big family
reunion. Today hardly anybody goes. It’s sad.
I remember that every Sunday morning my
father would take us to the cemetery to visit
my mother’s grave. He would pick up some
flowers from the Florist and place them on the
step of the tomb. He did that for many years
even after he was remarried. When he moved
to Waveland, he still had the Florist deliver
the flowers and they would bill the Company.
That went on for a few after he died, I am
told. He really loved my mother and never
forgot her.
On Good Friday, when we were in High School, we would try to make a pilgrimage to
nine churches, and walk to each one. There were a lot of churches in New Orleans
because practically everybody was Catholic, (or everybody we knew). It would take
several hours and we would consider that the Stations of the Cross. Almost every
Good Friday there would be a thunderstorm in the afternoon, usually about three
o'clock. We would keep all the radios turned off because we considered it a
solemn day, and we thought it was sacrilegious to have fun. The stores would all be
closed as well as places of entertainment. On Easter, we could put on socks with
our new dresses and we thought we were really dressed up. We were so glad to
get out of stockings.
When my father remarried, I think I was about 12 years old; he built an apartment
in the basement for Olga, Lolita, (her daughter) and himself. He came up to see
his mother every day and he saved all his dimes for her. She had enough dimes to
give each of her female grandchildren a gold rosary when they were confirmed -
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quite an expense. Olga and Lolita
were very nice and we got along well
with them. We never lived with
them. My father was the most
wonderful son to his mother, as were
her other children. And he was a
wonderful father to his children. We
adored him.
I was several years younger than my
brother, Dick, so I don’t remember a lot about him except that he was a good
athlete and played all sports. He also enjoyed fishing and hunting and did a lot of
that. He sometime played hooky and my father would have to ride around the
neighborhood and usually find him playing tennis. One time he went swimming in
the canal near our house and cut his foot on
a large spike sticking out of the cement
wall of the canal. He ended up in the
hospital with a lot of stitches and also
tetanus from that little outing. Of course
no one was supposed to swim in the canals.
They were mostly for drainage. He was
always a sweet brother and had a lot of
friends, both boys and girls. He dated
some of the best-looking girls at Dominican.
When war was declared he joined the Air
Force and was gone for several years.
After that he married Helen Hayes and had three children, Dick, Beth and Allen.
They lived in Waveland and we would see them in the summer when we visited
there.
When we were older we all went to Dominican High school, which was seven miles
away and uptown. We rode the bus to and from school, and the bus fare was .07
cents. It now costs a dollar to ride the bus or one remaining streetcar. It took us
35 minutes to get to school, and we all wore Navy Blue pleated skirts and white
blouses. My grandmother kept them in good repair so they could be handed down.
My sister Sis was something of an upstart so they sent her to boarding school in
Bay St. Louis, Miss. She would sneak smokes with her good friend Lydia, who lived
in the next block and was very spoiled. Sis played the piano by ear and was very
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entertaining to other than her little sisters. She used to sit on the front steps
and every time someone passed by she would make us call her "mother", and she
would spank us if we didn't. I don't think that lasted too long. When Sis got a
little older she bought an old car for $25.00. She named it “Asthma”, and she
would take us for a ride if we paid her a nickel. She would get one gallon of
gasoline at a time. One time she stopped at the filling station and the man
measured her gas in the tank with a long stick. They told her she was riding on
“fumes”. It was so funny. Sis decided to join the WACs and was stationed in
Washington. She refused to go overseas so she drove the officers around in
jeeps, etc. which was right down her alley. She later lived in New York. Then she
married Eddie Means.
Jane was growing up and had a lot of
boyfriends. She and I double-dated a lot and
I guess that was safe for me, as I was very
naïve. We went to dances with dates and not
everybody had a car. When I was a little
older I had a date with one of my brother’s
friends. He was older than I was and after
the dance he invited me to his apartment in
the French Quarter. I went and sat around a
little while and decided I had to go home as it
was getting late. When I told Jane and my
friends about it they were shocked that I
would be so gullible, but nothing happened. So
most young people shared rides to the dances,
etc.
Mere was like a mother to Bessie, as she was
only about 4 months old when my mother died.
Mere spoiled her rotten, although she was
always a sweet child (I think). She was so
pretty and must have been real good because
I don’t remember a lot about her. I really
don't have a vivid memory for details. We were not allowed to date until we were
l6, and I wasn't interested in boys even then. My brother's friend, Ambrose, took
me to my senior prom. Jane worked for Higgins Industries in New Orleans, and
they were the company that made the Landing Boats for the war. It turned into a
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huge plant, and Tom worked there during the war after we were married. She met
Ivan Foley there and the rest is history. They had 13 children. Van, Tim, Nancy,
Al, Robbie, Joe, Mike, Steve, Jeanne, Anita, Pat, Carol, and Richard. A few years
later, Bessie married Jimmy DeBlanc and had six children. Jack, Mary, Suzanne,
David, Anne and Robert.
After high school, I went to a business college, got a job, and went to night school
at Loyola to study Accounting, of all things. The teacher was Father Butts, and was
so nice to me. We even corresponded a little after I left. He let me take my exam
three times until I passed. I then realized my limited potential. One thing I
learned was “always anticipate a loss”. That slogan has stayed in my mind, which
sorta makes you take disappointment a little easier.
I worked for my daddy at the lumber
company one summer. I remember the
Depression. I must have been about ten
years old. Many people lost their jobs.
Money was scarce, which made us
appreciate what we had. When I was out of
school and went to work at the Mestayer
Lumber Company, I made $8.00 a week,
rode the bus home for lunch, (sometimes
got a ride with daddy) and at the end of the
summer I had saved $45.00. You can see
why I am frugal to this day. Then I worked
for the Wage and Hour Division. Mere and
Nantee were so careful in spending my
father's money, we were taught to pinch
pennies. I think I was the only one who
learned that lesson. Today, Aunt Mil would
say that she had, too.
Some of the expressions and names I remember were “Gris-Gris” which was sort
of a hex or bad luck; Another was “Lagniappe” which meant you got an extra one,
like a baker’s dozen; “Neutral Grounds” were space between streets like a median
strip. A big treat for breakfast was “Pain Perdue”, French for lost bread. It is
now called French Toast. They used stale bread to make it. We called Gas
Stations “Filling Stations” I still do. Gas was 12 cents a gallon! They made
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“clabber” from sour milk. They would separate the cream from the milk, and put
the sour milk in cheesecloth to let all the water drain. We would eat it with sugar,
and it was good. From the Cream they would make Cream Cheese (like cottage
cheese) and eat it with fresh cream and sugar. That was a real treat. Sometimes
they made frozen Cream Cheese, and it was like ice cream .
All cooks made a “roux” to make brown gravy or cream sauce. You had to brown
your flour in butter or oil and then add liquid. I still do when I cook. We never
called grown-ups by their first name. They were all Aunt or Uncle. My children
still follow that rule for the most part instead, they call them Mr. or Mrs. All
porches were Galleries. We always had to wait two hours after a meal to go
swimming, the reason was, we were liable to have a cramp in your stomach and
drown! The word “Cajun” is a shortened form of Acadian - the French who settled
in Nova Scotia and moved to Louisiana. They were reportedly considered the only
people strong enough to survive in that area, because it gets so hot and humid.
They also introduced spicy foods. They are famous for Praline Candy. The
“Creole” people were French and Spanish. New Orleans invented the original sub,
and called it “Poor-Boy”. They originated it during the Depression and used long
French bread with meat or cheese on it. They were real cheap. We also had
Nickel Hamburgers that were so good. They were made with a little square roll,
hamburger and chopped cooked onions. There was no Ketchup or Mayonnaise or
other sauce on them. The St. Charles street-car is the oldest operating urban
transit of its kind in the world. It appeared on St. Charles Avenue in 1833. You
could ride for pennies. It is a big tourist attraction and only goes on part of
Carrollton Ave and all of St. Charles Ave. That is the prettiest street in the city.
You could transfer to any other bus and ride all over the city. I think it costs a
dollar now. Street Car buffs are trying to get the street cars back. The buses
have a terrible exhaust smell and are so hard on the streets.
I dated one boy who was a friend of Nantee's, can't even remember his name, and
he became a dentist. And I dated a boy named Walton Mallerich, who was in my
accounting class and was a very good dancer. Then came the big event, which
really, really changed my life. My friends asked me to go on a boat ride on the
Mississippi one Sunday with a friend's roommate. I went and had a great time, and
I was smitten. His name was Tom Covington and was he ever good-looking!!
Everybody fell in love with him. He had moved down to N. O. with B. F Goodrich
Company to sell tires. Our dating consisted mostly of going to a little club out on
the Airline Highway. We would put money in the Jukebox,, drink a beer or two and
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Dance. Sometime we would go to the
Lakefront to shrimp or just walk along
the seawall, go to the amusement
park, a movie, etc. I remember one
night, I believe it was Christmas Eve,
we double-dated with some friends. I
was learning how to drive Tom’s car,
(which very few boys had then), and I
made a sudden left turn to go over
the Neutral Ground (on which were
the street-car tracks). I didn’t slow
up enough and ran into the wrought-
iron street light with the large oval
light. The car picked it up from the
ground and the light went though the
front windshield. Nobody was hurt,
nobody saw us, so we picked it up and
laid it on the ground and left. Tom
had to keep his car hidden for several months before he could have it repaired.
We didn’t tell anybody, and I mean NObody. That is the only bad thing I did. Then
along came the war, and having been in the Air Force and "washing out" because of
a bad hip, Tom had to do defense work. So he moved to Houma, La., sixty miles
away. We became engaged a year after we met, and were married about six weeks
after our engagement, at St. Leo Rectory. We were not allowed to marry in church
because he was not Catholic. My grandmother had died the week before. But my
aunts did not want us to delay our marriage. We had a small group of close friends
and family so my father had a sit-down luncheon at Broussard's restaurant in the
French Quarter. It was very nice. Things have changed and now non-Catholics may
marry in church. We spent our Wedding Night at the St. Charles Hotel, which was
the oldest one, and finest, and it is no longer there, having gone the way of
Progress. My daddy had a little pull so we were able to stay there. The next
morning he took us to board the train to go to Laurinburg to visit the Covington
family for about a week. Then we moved to Houma, La. when we got back.
This will end the first part of my Journey, so I will try to regroup and try to recall
some of the Blessings of the rest of my Life. Stay with me.