Showing posts with label Croche Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Croche Stuff. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Scenes from the Cotton Festival
| Kid: "And if you move, I'm gonna squeeze tighter!" Me: "I am taking a picture of you doing that!" |
| Kid with other kid in a headlock |
| Cotton Festival Family Style |
| I think I can see the pine curtain from the top of the Cotton Festival Ferris Wheel |
| Housing Projects from the Ferris Wheel |
| Bull's eye |
| Go Trojans!! |
| Shadow of the Ferris Wheel at the Ball Park |
| Best Friends at the Cotton Festival |
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Cotton Festival
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Croche Stuff
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Evangeline Parish
Monday, October 1, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Monsieur Vacheur's Lost Country
Our land is surrounded by cow pastures on all sides where a creole rancher from Carencro keeps his herd. He comes to take care of his cows every day and spends every Saturday there building a barn and tending his fence. He speaks Creole French to his cows and his buddy who comes to help him out.
Sound travels out here on the prairie, so if I am outside I can usually hear him yelling HEY!!! and it startles me, it sounds so close. We watch out for their cows. A few years ago, I pushed a newborn calf back through the fence after it had been born onto our side, somehow, and separated from its mother. Once we saw the Cowman's little daughter riding her four-wheeler. She told us that she calls the road and fields of Prairie des Femmes the "lost country".
Today, I could hear snippets of Monsieur Vacheur's conversation with his cows and his buddy. Their Creole is so fast that I can barely make out what the say, but today, conditions were just right:
Why ya don take ya ti-wagon?
là bas! là bas! là bas!l à bas!
hey! HEY!
Ah-right, woah!
Ah-right, das good, hol out en avant!
Put ma key on da cha!
Dat truck still en arièrre?
Hey! Ouvre la porte on va lui fait.
mooooooo! HO! *crash*
No no no! laisse par terre
Gain-mon-là!
Quelquechose...moi pas gaine...bon whisky....
T'es gone?
T'es gone?
Té gain wagon?
Eh? mon gain pas mon jack...
Fait chaud...
Eh, moi et toi nèg, on est gone là bas...
Allons!
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Croche Stuff
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La Prairie des Femmes
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Writings
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
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