A colleague who is from New Orleans and I were just lamenting that we have to work today. We both remember not working or going to school on Mardi Gras!
I also remember one Mardi Gras morning when Al Holland and I got up early, started a small campfire in the back yard, and cooked breakfast - until Richard looked out the window and thought the woods were on fire. I don't think he actually called the fire department, but he was not a happy camper - (campfire, camper, harrrr harrr harr!)
I also remember being down on Canal Street catching beads and candy and staring at the costumes. I must have been about 10 or 11 the first time. Really, I was that young once!
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We now enter into the sparse reality of Lent; enough of the parties and revelry we say. Penitence and expiation for now.
ReplyDeleteOn a lighter note, I remember our first rip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras I think was with Mary and Roy and kids. I remember trying to catch beads on Canal or St. Charles that fell to the ground. As I reached for the beads, an old lady,probably 60, stepped on my hand and told me that those were her beads. A great educational moment.
You're lucky you got away with just having your hand stepped on. 60 year old women are nothing to mess with.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite Mardi Gras memory was when the whole family went down early in the morning and parked really close to Canal. I was a sophomore I think. When the parade got going I saw a whole family -- mom, pop, teen daugher adn little brother or two --dressed as Indians (native American) and when they turned around to watch the parade, the entire family had no pants on except the bare buckskins covering their frontals . So there were five bare butts facing me.... and Cyntha... who was rolling her eyes at me..
ReplyDeleteLater I saw more... well in a manner of speaking.