Tag Archive | Cajun

My Cherish Memories: 17 Years Went By Fast

Okay, this post has taken  me a long time to write not because it’s a long post. It’s actually a short post. Anyway, since no other family members never made a short dedication to my Grandmother, I decided to share a photo of her and my Grandfather.

 

 

 

17 years today

My Grandfather Aristile Demet Apr. 20, 1911- Dec. 28, 1989 and Grandmother Lydia Bourque Demet Jan. 6, 1916-March 3,2000.

 

I  cannot believe how time goes by fast? It’s already 17 years of my grandmother passing. All I can say about her, she was something else.

 

 

Have a wonderful weekend! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Visit From My About Page

I was looking over some of my posts, which brought me to my About page.  I realized I needed to do another rewrite.  Oh yes, I am sharing my first name.

This Cajun gal is a creative writer/blogger, whom loves creating stories. When she is not writing, she is reading anything she can find interesting. (I need to catch up on my reading.) or outdoors enjoying a Southwest Louisiana evening. She has a passion for photography and genealogy.

 

One determined Cajun gal. ~Verna Rose~

photo of myself

Last year for my  B-day, I did not take no photo, nor wrote about being 41.  But I have these two lovely photos of myself.

 

Now, I think this describes myself a little better. But never know with this Cajun gal, I might do a rewrite later on.

 

 

 

 

 

My Photo: A Long January Evening

Okay, after being away from my computer for a while. I got a chance to take more photo shots of the evening sky and try something new with these photos. I added a board around my photos. This is my first try with a board. I might add the boards to my other photos. but it takes a lot of time and patience to get it right the first time. Unfortunately for me, it took a while to get these photos to look this way.

A cold January evening a cool sunset.

A cold January evening a cool sunset.

After a foggy start at the beginning of the month. I finally capture a beautiful view.

After a foggy start at the beginning of the month. I finally capture a beautiful view.

I think I will always be amazed by how my photo shots turns out.

I think I will always be amazed by how my photo shots turns out.

Okay, I think these photo shots came out okay. I think I will go back with a normal look for my photos.

Have a great weekend.  🙂

My Photo: Memorial Visit From October

Oh yes, in October I took a mini break to a place my Dad would talk about on our vacation to my Grandfather and Grandmother’s home in Southeast Louisiana. Each time we would pass by and on our way back home.

Well anyway, I decided to visit this beautiful place. ( The Cafe serves delicious food, my new favorite is a Muffuletta Sandwich. 🙂

I could just imagine a couple walking along these oak and having a picnic beneath those oak tree.

I can imagine a couple strolling along this oak tree .

My first attempt to capture these lovely oak trees.

My first attempt to capture these lovely oak trees.

If oak trees could talk, they would whisper how a young boy, his brother,his father and his uncles planted them in a straight line and walked from each oak trees in 1940.

Oh, the beautiful oak trees my Dad Loved to talk about. Of course, his father,his uncles and his brother and him were the one who planted these lovely trees back in the late 40’s.

 

I could not leave without a photo shot of this landmark sign.

I could not leave without a photo shot of this landmark sign.

Pink flowers on this quiet peaceful walk..

Pink flowers on this quiet peaceful walk..

 

I turned towards the flower and got a lovely surprise

I turned towards the flower and got a lovely surprise

 

 

How time went by fast. The whole tour takes an hour and a half. But for me with camera it would have probably took longer.

How time went by fast. The whole tour takes an hour and a half. But with me it would have probably took longer.

 

Last but not least a view of A beautiful view of Lake Peigneur(It’s French.. Google translator pronounce the name correct.)

A lovely view with a reminder of the past. Y'all see this Lake sit on top of a Salt Dome Mine.

A lovely view with a reminder of the past. Beneath Lake Peigneur is a Salt a Mine.

Now, there is a lot of information on Jefferson Island on Nov 20-21, 1980,which is on YouTube video documentary Lake Peigneur sinkhole disaster

(For anyone who wants to know more about Lake Peigneur. I won’t go into details.)

 

A reminder of the past. The top of a drilling rig.

A reminder of the past.
The top of a drilling rig. Nov. 20,1980

 

I always heard about the house that went into the Lake. Well, here's a view of the chimney

Now, I have always heard about a house going into the Lake. This could be the chimney but I am not quite sure.

 

I have to admit these photo shots came out very nice and my favorite ones on my mini break, which, I do not go on often. Maybe in 2017, I will go on another mini break to Rip Van Winkle Gardens. But never know with me.

 

Have a wonderful weekend.  🙂

 

 

 

 

My Writing: Goals For 2017

My goals and plans for 2017.
• Write a post on a subject I never mention. But needs to be written.
• Take vacation without informing family members until the last-minute.
• Write more poems.
• Finish editing my book.
• Have patience and motivation when editing. (Don’t Delete file by mistake again. I will always check Recycle Bin.)
• Write one post on a tough topic. Later, in the year.
• More photo shots.
• Research my family history, which is a mystery.
• My education In my younger years, I had to put off furthering my education. Now, I want to learn new things.
• Job hunting again. Apparently, not many appreciate honest help. (Maybe, a future post on this subject. Never know with me.)

I think my list for 2017 will be simple or maybe not. But never with me.

 

 

Last but not least, a few photo shots I have taken in the past years. (Photo shots not in order.)

As it went down I snapped shots of these nice

sunset, frost, winter, Southwest Louisiana

A Beautiful Southwest Louisiana’s Winter Sunset.. 2014

Getting Close To Lunch Time

Getting Close To Lunch Time

 

Beautiful, sunny day, winter, cold, Southwest Louisiana;

The last time there was an Ice storm was  back in January of 1997.
Jan. 27, 2014

Hummingbird in Mamou Tree

Hummingbird in Mamou Tree

Have a wonderful week. 🙂

 

My Photo: An Old Wise Friend

Okay, this photo shot was taken last Friday evening. I was looking through the kitchen window, when I seen something on the power line pole. I did not say a word, I grabbed my camera and opened the window without making a sound.

 

An old wise one was seen..

An old wise friend was seen..

Last but not least this photo shot was taken a few days ago. I wanted to a photo shot of the sunset. But I heard chirping and seen this little brown bird.  I zoomed in for a closer shot.

 

Instead of the sunset I took a photo shot of this little one.

I think these two photo shots came out okay.

 

 

My Writing: Saying Farewell

I thought I would post another poem I have written in the past week.But right now I want to post one that I have posted a few times before. I think it would sum up how I am feeling right now.
Ever had one of those days when everything is going wrong? Well, my week is going bad. Too many distant cousins have left.( They followed each other, they all passed away in the last week. Some I knew some I don’t know.) My cousin was 81 years old, he passed away Monday. (A family member posted his obit. on Facebook. )

He was one of my Dad’s good cousin who use to visit us on his motorcycle he would stay hours just talking with my Dad on the porch. It was an honor to know him.

 

When I wrote this poem I never expected to use it as a way of asking Farewell.  Here is something I don't usually put  :(

When I wrote this poem I never expected to use it as a way of asking Farewell. Here is something I don’t usually put 😦

 

 

My Photo: My Birthday

Okay, I am not one to talk or post photo shots of myself. But since it’s my Birthday. I will post a few photo shots.

 

I was a little one.

A very small me. I was born at 6:46 a.m. on Dec. 1, 1975. On a very cold morning.

In my photos below I could not put my Mom and Dad’s names.

All photo shots of me(Verna Rose Demet)

All photo shots of me(Verna Rose Demet)

 

My cousins and one of my little brother. He is the second to oldest in the boys(3 pain in the neck brothers)

My cousins and one of my little brothers. Leanis (Named after our grandpa.)He is the second to oldest in the boys(3 pain in the neck brothers) I am the one in the jacket.

No matter how old my brothers gets they still pain in the neck when it comes to jokes.  I haven’t been on Facebook yet. No, telling which photo shot he posted of me. But good thing I have a photo of him for his 40th Birthday. 🙂

My holiday memories of my childhood. My Dad(Raoul T-Bee Demet) My Mom(Thereisa Soley/ Soule Demet) and a very younger me(Verna) 1981

My holiday memories of my childhood. My Dad(Raoul T-Bee Demet) My Mom(Thereisa Soley  Demet) and a very younger me(Verna) 1981.

Okay, I have to put my favorite flower. Since my middle name is Rose.

No Matter How Hard Things Are Never Give up...

This year the Roses did not bloom like last year.

Last but not least my photo shot of me at 39.

Here is a facial expression of how I feeling right now.

Here is a facial expression of how I feeling right now.

 

 

My Writing: In Memory Of Dad

Okay, I have to admit today was not the best day for me. It’s been thirteen years since my Dad passed away and I still miss him. Maybe I always will miss him on this day.  (That was the day everything turned upside down.)

 

Hard to believe it's already 13 years.

Hard to believe it’s already 13 years.   In Loving Memory Of Raoul T-Bee Demet May 26,1931-Oct.6,2002

 

 

My Dad use to get up at the crack of Dawn, with a cup of coffee in his hand to watch the sun rise. He would then  go into the vegetable garden and pick a full bowl vegetables(Cucumbers and tomatoes). By the evening there was more cucumbers and tomatoes to pick. He had a green thumb.

Anyway, after looking thought my very short essay on Dedication to A  Rice Farmer. I decided to rewrite the essay one final time. Before placing the essay in a folder. Maybe in the near future I might do something with this essay.

A  Rice Farmer

Each morning and evening, he walks the quiet rice fields, with his shovel over his shoulder. He checks the fields for overflows, leaks and runoff.
Those whom seen him says, he hasn’t aged since the day they first met him. He, still wears his old straw cowboy hat, faded blue long sleeves shirt and jeans. Of course, he still wears his green hip boots. To walk in the muddy water of the rice fields.
Now a days he doesn’t speak to many. Maybe to those whom seen him in the early morning hours.
From what people told me. He walks in the distance rice fields. They know it’s him by his shovel over his shoulders. Other seen a John Deere tractor plowing a abandon rice field and vanished as they got near the field. The only sign is the distance sound of a John Deere tractor fading away in the sunset. 
©V. ROSE DEMET ™2013

Okay, I wanted to make this essay intriguing with a little sadness and  a haunting feeling.

 

 

My Photo: A Cloudy Sunset

Okay, I took these photo shots of the sun a few days ago. I think these photo shots came out okay. Even though it was very hot and humid.

 

Passing By...

Passing By…

I Watched Closely...

I Watched Closely…

Patience..

Waiting For The Cloud To Pass On By…

Cloudy Sunset

The Sun Is Peeking Through…

Gloomy Evening... Very Hot  And Humid.

Gloomy Evening… Very Hot And Humid.

A  Very Slow Evening..

A Very Slow Evening..

Okay,  I have to say, I never noticed the bird perched on the power line in the distance. Until  after I had my photos on my computer.