Final Tante Camilla article
Dear Tante Camilla,
Please, if you ever stop writing, tell us who you are! I’ve been trying to figure it out.
Dear Curious reader:
Beb, you know what they say happens to le chat because he’s too curious.
Anyway, bonjour, mes amis. This is Tante Camilla ready to give you some final words. So venez ici and écoutez.
The ladies at the Gazette tell me that a lot of people ask them, “Who is Tante Camilla?” This will be my last letter so I’m going to tell you who Tante Camilla really is.
I’m your maw-maw who would watch the soap operas and talk about Victor and Nikki like they lived just around the corner. I’m your grand-mére who cooked the best chicken gumbo and potato salad each Sunday for the whole family as she spent the afternoon watching the kids running around together making memories. I’m your great-tante who always seemed a little out the box and had funny stories to tell about everyone when they were younger. I’m your mamére who gave the warmest hugs and would rub your hands and tell you about the old days in broken French.
I’m a combination of all the people that I wish I would have sat and listened to a little more when I was younger. I’m a mixture of memories from the strong, Cajun women who make up our ancestry line along Bayou Lafourche: The women who did back breaking work; The women who stood for hours over hot pots to feed families of 10 and 12; The women who trawled and trapped alongside their husbands and came home and made feasts fit for kings.
I’m a culmination of memories of those that I love and lessons that I learned from beautiful, strong Cajun ladies and I hope my memories evoked a flood of memories of your own.
Eh ben, c'est tout.
Posted on Fri, July 28, 2017
by The Lafourche Gazette