

Come this time next week, I'll be in New Orleans. I've never been there before, but have long been fascinated with the culture. It wasn't, however, my first choice for a March break vacation.
That was
Egypt. But with buying a new house, Egypt wasn't in our budget this year. Then you know what happened. It's nothing personal against New Orleans that it was the 2nd choice, it's just that we wanted to visit all the (habitable) continents first. You may remember that last March break we went to Japan. The tragedies. So many beautiful places and people on Earth, yet everything is so fragile. I'm hoping to find that New Orleans is well on her way towards recovery from Katrina. I need a dose of optimism right about now.
In the meantime, I've gone looking for New Orleans or Louisiana books and stories. I'll begin with Kate Chopin's
Bayou Folk, a collection of short stories available for free
online. It contains one her most famous stories, "Desiree's Baby," which I
reviewed a few years back, and other stories set in Natchitoches, Louisiana.
Unlike "Desiree's Baby", "Old Aunt Peggy" isn't as fully realized as a short story. It's more of a character snapshot of Peggy, an old black woman and former slave, who asks to stay on at her plantation and end out her days in peace. The plantation owners set aside a small cabin for her and she does just that. Not much of a plot, but I did enjoy the dialect and personality. Every couple of years or so (implying how long Old Aunt Peggy hung on), she'd hobble up to the main house and say,
Mist'ess, I 's come to take a las' look at you all. Le' me look at you good. Le' me look at de chillun, - de big chillun an' de li'le chillun. Le' me look at de picters an' de photygraphts an' de pianny, an' eve'ything 'fo' it 's too late. One eye is done gone, an' de udder' s a-gwine fas'. Any mo'nin' yo' po' ole Aunt Peggy gwine wake up an' fin' herse'f stone-bline.
God, I love that accent. The think accent, while vastly different, made me think of my family back in Newfoundland, and in turn, one of my grandmothers. While she wasn't preoccupied with blindness like old aunt Peggy, she was preoccupied with death. It sounds morbid, but after growing up hearing her say, "If I'm still alive by then..." whenever she was asked over for a Sunday supper or other family function, we all came to accept, and even expect it, as just one of her quirks, something that made her all the more endearing.
Finding similarities between the most unlikeliest of characters is one of the reasons why I love reading, and traveling. But it also makes all those tragedies I see on TV all the more heart-wrenching.
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