I regret to inform you guys that my grandmother died last week. Her passing marked the end of an era for me. She was responsible for so many unbelievable Sunday dinners and fantastic meals. Everything she touched in a kitchen turned to gold. A true Cajun, she didn't learn English until 16. There's not enough space here to begin but I think most of you can relate.
There is not much a man can say, amigo, except I've been there, too. I lost mine in 1987. My Grandma was a north Louisiana farm wife who also ran a small country store for years. Nobody made better bisquits or chicken 'n' dumplin's.
You have my condolences! I lost my paternal grandma in 1970 at the age of 90. She was a smart lady who read books from the library until her death, mostly stories of the old south and civil war novels. She cooked some marvelous Christmas dinners for us, dishes we don't cook anymore because they took too much work, like her oyster dressing.
My condolences on your loss. Your words brought back a lot of good memories. It's been 20+ years since my Grandma's passing. She too was an excellent cook and like most in her generation I don't think I ever saw her use a recipe.
Very sorry to hear. Does bring back many memories, though. Seems like every day my grandmother sitting at the end of the pier on Mobile Bay picking crab meat and making gumbo.
Not many people know where that is but it's only about 10 miles from where I live. Good "Country" people. :thumb: Sorry to hear about your loss, I lost both of mine in the past 3 years and understand the angle on the Sunday dinners and all.
Yea, and I think it might be spelled "L'Anse aux Paille", for years she and my grandfather ran the old "crawfish farm" below Sorrento, on Airline. My mom says he was the first person to harvest crawfish from an artificial body of water. She's quite proud of that though I haven't yet decided if it's a noteworthy accomplishment. She recalls people stopping for the "crawfish farm" sign and request crawfish seeds.
You're correct with the spelling. I think anse is a technique, and pailles is something to do with potatoes or fries but not sure. French music goes to the heart of our culture around here- my grandfather used to play the accordian.....people still talk about how he'd raise it over his head and squeeze it. I'm sure your grandmother love French music. Thought you might be interested in this. It's the "Two step de l'Anse aux Pailles" by the Balfa Brothers. I went to school with one of their daughters. wma http://hurl.content.loudeye.com/scripts/hurl.exe?clipid=000218301050006910&cid=010026 BTW crayfish is huge around here and keeps a lot of farmers solvent- she may have started something that really turned out to have an economic impact in our area. :thumb:
71, you'll be in our prayers. I've got one grandparent left, and it's never easy to deal with the loss. The key is cherishing the great memories, and passing their lessons on to others.
My condolences and prayers. The memories that Grandparents gift us with are those of our heritage, to be valued and held close.
