Every mornin’ at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed 245
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew you didn’t give no lip to Big John
Nobody seemed to know where John called home
Just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn’t say much he kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all you just said hi to Big John
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin’ blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Louisiana fellow to the Promised Land Big John
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin’
Miners were prayin’ and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they’d breath their last cept John
Through the dust and the smoke of this man made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a saggin’ timber and gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone Big John
And with all of his strength he have a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out there’s a light up above
And twenty men Scrambled from a would be grave
Now there’s only one left down there to save Big John
With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
And the smoke and gas belched out of the mine
Everybody knew it way the end of the line for Big John
Now they never reopened that worthless pit
They just placed a marbled stand in front of it
These few words were written on that stand
At the bottom of this mine lies a big big man Big John
That is wonderful. My son and I have almost every movie he ever made and we loved him, still do. He was a manly man and a man’s man too. There will never be another one like him. Big John. Big wonderful John.
Sometimes hope is all that keeps me going when I am too tired to go. Without hope the world would just crash and burn.
6/20/09 Noon quick shots of our 12th Annual Cajun Festival. Yes, it is very bright and sunny! Come out to DC’s Wine Country!
Duration : 0:2:24
A visual demonstration on using a stuffer for making Boudin sausage; learn this and more in this free online cooking video series taught by expert chef Karl James on Cajun food.
Expert: Karl James
Bio: Karl James is the owner of a small private catering company named CREOLESOUL which specializes in Creole cuisine, but offers any type of cuisine desired.
Filmmaker: Dana Glover
Duration : 0:1:55
First song is “Evangeline Special” from Iry LeJune and the second song is “Jambalaya” from Jo-El Sonnier
Duration : 0:5:17
Cajuns are people from Louisiana. There are nearly 3000 structures in the gulf of mexico, most in Louisana, together they make a massive artificial reef which I christened “The Great Cajun Reef” probably the largest congregation of artificial reef in the world. Diving beneath these platforms there is a treasure trove of life where before there was only muddy bottom. The platforms (and in Pensacola way, old shipwrecks) provide a structure for reef to grow. I am a huge advocate of the rigs to reef program.
Duration : 0:5:0
The Cajun Wife makes delicious homemade boudin at brother-inlaw’s house. The brother-inlaws get together to play a live Cajun song on the accordion and guitar.
The music used in this video is:
Jimmy C. Newman
Beausoleil, L’amour ou la Folie
(available at Amazon)
It’s a sin to tell a lie
Duration : 0:9:56
Put down anything to get 10 points
anyting on Chicken or anything
2 lbs Italian/green onion sausage (crumbled)–
Saute in large pan.
3 packs frozen chopped seasoning (bellpepper, onion, celery)–
Brown the above together and skim off any excess grease.
Season to taste with garlic powder, "Tony Chacherie" or other full-bodied seasoning, and Worcestershire sauce.
Add 1-2 cans Ro-Tel Tomatoes.
Add chicken broth or stock to cover (about 3" above seasoning/meat mixture).
Cover and simmer a few minutes.
Add 1-3 cups of any meat or shell fish as desired….shrimp, crawfish, turkey, chicken, etc.
Cover and simmer some more!
Add 2-4 cups of rice (Uncle Ben’s works great!), depending on how large your pot is.
Cover and cook on "hi" for 15 minutes or so; then turn down and cool, stirring occasionally until tender!
cajuns rule,gator boy.
Who beleives the legend is supernatural?
According to Webster’s New World Dictionary the noun will-o’-the-wisp, also known as ignis fatuus, is "anything deceptive, elusive, or misleading." To the prairie Cajuns one of the best examples of a will-o’-the wisp was the feared feu follet, called "dancing light" and "foolish light" by les Americains north of Turkey Creek. It played a prominent role in the superstition and folklore of the bayous and prairies of Evangeline Parish and the rest of southwest Louisiana. Now, let us examine and study what exactly the feu follets were and what caused this dreaded phenomenon.
There were many versions of what the feu follets were among the Cajuns and others who settled in what is now known as Acadiana. Some of our people believed they are souls that have escaped from purgatory, and who have come back on earth to obtain prayers and masses for their delivery. Some of our Irish ancestors who settled among the Cajuns believed the feu follets to be elves and fairies who hold their dances at night over marshy places. To some the dancing lights were ominous signs, predicting evil and sometime even death.
Some believed the feu follets appeared to mislead weary wanderers at night. I remember when I was growing up in L’Anse Johnsonne during the Depression, I’d listen to the old folks during a veiller (night visit) sitting on the porch and speaking in hushed whispers that the feu follets indicated where hidden treasure was buried, especially the gold of Jean Lafitte’s pirates and Ozema Carrier’s jayhawkers.
When I was a merchant seaman I was surprised to learn that the superstitions of the dancing lights or feu follets were not confined to Acadiana. Both the whites and blacks of Virginia believed that a person who did not hurry and change his clothes after a dancing light was sighted would be struck a bad blow by mysterious light. The people with French blood in Virginia and elsewhere have the same superstitious belief as the Cajuns about what to do when a feu follet is spotted. They stick the blade of a pocketknife in the ground to cut out the spell. They believe that if they can locate the knife the next day there will be blood on it.
Russian peasants believe the foolish lights are the ghosts of unbaptised children, who cannot rest in their graves, and must hover between heaven and earth. The Basque people of Spain believe the dancing light is a guardian spirit, which accompanies a person and warns of impending danger. They believe the light will float toward a person and block the path of danger.
Years ago, an old Cajun who went by the name of Cas-chaud (Hot Case) told me if I ever had a confrontation with a feu follet, to open my pocket knife and stick the blade in the ground and the feu follet would stop and spin around the knife. Of course if you found the knife the next day, the blade would be bloody. Cas-Chaud had a reputation for spinning yarns.
Another thing I was told that if I ever sighted a feu follet to go across a coulee or spring because the dancing light would not cross water
Another popular superstition connected with feu follets is that they are the souls of dead men who, during life, removed landmarks fraudulently, and who, for punishment, must flit about after death hunting for the boundaries which are now mysteriously hidden from them. Now, enough stories about the eerie dancing light which made many young Cajun men ride his horse through a cemetery apres d’avoir courtiser sa pretendu (after courting his belle) as if le diable was right behind him. A cemetery was often a favorite habitat of the eerie light.
Now, let’s get to the nitty gritty and find out exactly what was and what caused feu follets. There is a logical explanation of the origin of this natural phenomenon that scared and baffled our Cajun ancestors in the not too long ago past.
The feu follet is a flame-like phosphorescence produced by the spontaneous combustion of highly inflammable gasses formed from decaying bodies and vegetable matter. A startling impression is made on those who do not know that. For instance, when a young Cajun on horseback saw the eerie light in a cemetery, he was unaware that in such a place the soil is very rich in the chemicals that create an effect easily mistaken for something supernatural.
Cajuns like to jouer des niches (play tricks), so those familiar with the truth about this natural phenomenon would sometimes playfully set fire with long lighted sticks to the gas bubbles that float over the surface of marshy ground. The bubble would explode right away, but the puffs of fire would quickly disappear in the air. And, oh yes mes amis, the reason the feu follet do not cross over a coulee is not because of something magic, it is because the brisk current of air produced by running water keeps back the lighted whiffs of gas, and stops them from crossing the stream. So, voila, everything you ever wanted to know about the feu follet but was
wow! i didnt knew this
so here’s the scoop: My girlfriend has been in New Zealand ( iwish i knew how to really spell that…) for 6 weeks, and she’s coming back this Thursday. What was she doing there?! You ask? Her highschool (Academics for Global Education) travels the world and studies different cultures and such.
I want to take her to a really good restaurant, becuase i am not very good with the cooking of things. I can’t pour a glass of water without something bursting into flame. I’m thinking maybe Anatolia’s, Papa’s Soul Food, Sha Proia… i dunno really. I can’t even think straight right now. I need some help.
I would take her to a local eatery, remind her of Eugene’s culture. Then from there, take her to the Tango Center, for some dance classes, and then finally to The Hult for some sort of performance. She would enjoy something out of the ordinary.