I never cease to be impressed by the way you can tell these bits of life; it's not just your craft, but also the background knowledge you have to give depth to it, without bringing up more of it than necessary.
Great story. I have many friends in Houma and NOLA and of course I've been blessed to visit. I enjoyed your description of Houma a lot.
One insult that you missed - and why would you know this - is that she had the servant pour the tea. As the hostess, that was her job. Ooo that was a jab.
I think it's great that you can manage to swing yourself into a saddle when you cannot walk and need a wheelchair. Especially if the horse is a big one. I always need a leg up to get on those myself.
You probably know exactly where that plantation is, then (it's the big one just outside Thibodaux, closer to that town than to Houma, actually). Dorie lived and worked there before we brought here here; Callistus and Dee both worked in New Orleans proper, though his field office was in Houma for some crazy reason
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I also thought it was amusing that you didn't just reassure her that you could not have designs on her estate since you are married to someone else and could not enter into any kind of legal relationship.
That doesn't carry the weight it might in Cajun Country. I've found that, Catholic background nonewithstanding, they're considerably more open about relationships than the rest of the world. That I was married to someone else --- she knows this --- wouldn't have surprised her. That I never once gave thought to the money or the estate did. Money never did mean much to me because I never had it. Legally, as heir, unless there were provisions in the estate's documents, he could leave it to whomever he pleased and put in charge whomever he pleased. That is what she was worried about.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. It wasn't an enjoyable experience at the time but it's funny as hell now.
Heh...Cajun names can be interesting. None of them are pronounced the way they look and there's a heavy twist of French with the Houma and Blackfeet and half a dozen other influences. While most of the families I met down there are not nearly so...creative...with old names, it does happen and they are one of the oldest families in the area.
My name really IS Kitty and the place is really calle Grimwood for all the huge Spanish moss draped oaks surrounding the place.
Thank you for the compliment. I don't mind sharing vignettes like these out of our lives. It did eventually get better and now I have a real relationship with Dee's Ma. We still butt heads sometimes concerning him, but it's mostly in jest or affectionate teasing now. She's a lot like her son, which means her humor takes getting used to and you have to prove yourself before she'll let you inside her world.
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One insult that you missed - and why would you know this - is that she had the servant pour the tea. As the hostess, that was her job. Ooo that was a jab.
I think it's great that you can manage to swing yourself into a saddle when you cannot walk and need a wheelchair. Especially if the horse is a big one. I always need a leg up to get on those myself.
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I enjoyed reading this.
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I'm glad you enjoyed it. It wasn't an enjoyable experience at the time but it's funny as hell now.
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My name really IS Kitty and the place is really calle Grimwood for all the huge Spanish moss draped oaks surrounding the place.
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Thank you for sharing.
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