Have you ever wondered what it was like to live in the 1800’s? But what about living in the 1800’s as a Cajun in Louisiana!! Well, this is what it was like! I walked into this little cottage of a home and thought, “how cute” but thankfully I did not live in those times. I would have never made it, but I sat in the car on the way back home and I couldn’t help but smile after everything I saw in the tiny museum that day. The way they lived was no joke. Everywhere I turned I was surrounded by 100-year-old stuff. The Cajun living is unrelatable to me as I would find out what each item in the cottage was used for. Have you ever heard of a courting candle? Well, apparently this was for date nights. When the candle would burn completely out, that meant it was time for the boy to return home, after sending the afternoon with his crush. Also, another thing that caught my attention was the dining table. To me, it looked like just a regular old wooden table, but if you look closer you will see the large cracks running along the table. Would you believe that this was for the crumbs and the left over food from their plates?! Yes, they would actually toss all of the left over food through the cracks of the tables and allow the chickens to eat off the floors – inside their homes! so basically all the animals lived with them inside their cottages.
All of the different items amazed me that they would make use of back in those days. Take the typical bull horn, the bull horn would be used as a cooking tool, to make sausage or boudin. Nothing caught my attention more than the Catholic beliefs they practice in their homes. I saw a beautiful Catholic kneeler and crucifix in the bedrooms, and speaking of bedrooms, I thought it was so crazy how the little girls would sleep beside their parents in their rooms, while the boys had the entire upstairs at night.
There is a curtain rhythm to Louisiana culture that brings everything into focus. I realized that the smallest comforts are amplified, food taste scandalously good, and the world talks to you. Like true adventures, this trip turned out to be less about capturing the beauty of pictures, and more about discovering how grateful I am to live in this day in time with A/C. Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often uncomfortable – it forces you to collide with the world on its terms. The world the way it was, not the way you imagine it. And yet, even when it’s not what I imagined, history always finds a way to surpass my expectations. You take what it gives you. And then you thank it for the time it allowed you to have it.
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