This was a great weekend for lovers of Cajun and Zydeco music. In nearby Lafayette, Festival Acadiens was held in Girard Park. The festival is full of traditional Louisiana music and all free!
Jeff and I danced Friday night to our favorite band, Geno Delafose and the French Rockin Boogie. Again, on Saturday afternoon, we headed out to the Festival Acadiens. Cory Ledet was jammin’ his accordian. We took a few rounds on the dance floor, a patch of sprayed down dirt in Girard Park. I have been a longtime fan of Michael Doucet and Beau Soliel, so we could not resist waltzing and jitterbugging when he came on stage. Michael is a master on the fiddle. He plays fast. My feet couldn’t help but move.
Sunday morning was the annual Gumbo Cook-off in New Iberia. Downtown filled with the scent of roux. Geno gets around and here he was in our own town playing at 9 AM. We skipped church to go zydeco dancing. I think God was smiling. A local photographer caught us and made us famous in the Daily Iberian.
My daughter said we looked like a young couple in the picture. My husband said, “That’s the point.” Of course, tell that to my ankle. The irony was apparent when I received the Poem-a-Day email featuring Jane Hirshfield’s poem:
Skeleton
by Jane HirshfieldMy skeleton,
you who once ached
with your own growing largerare now,
each year
imperceptibly smaller,
lighter,
absorbed by your own
concentration.When I danced,
you danced.
When you broke,
I.
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Now I’m jealous. I love that music but for sure, I’m not near it’s center. How wonderful that you are. I think it’s okay to push your limits. Look at your rewards. Love the picture, the poem, the joy.
Bonnie
I can hear that music in my head right now. And smell the gumbo. Talk about living in the moment! I am sure your ankle will feel better soon, but the smiles in your heart will never go away. Such joy!
Oh, I love dancing, Margaret-what fun! Sorry that your ankle has to suffer, but perhaps the memories will help it heal faster? Love that you made the paper! I saw the poem too, a big chuckle!
Ankle is better. Resting, ice, and even yoga helped. We are famous again.
“We skipped church to go zydeco dancing. I think God was smiling.” I would hope so! Every time we listen to zydeco, I’ll think of you!!
Growing up in Mississippi, I never imagined I would be a fan. Now I love it, but only live. I don’t play it on my Pandora or anything.
What fun…and to have that moment captured for the paper – just wonderful, Margaret!
I am sure this will part of your celebration on Ruth’s blog this Saturday! What a lovely picture.
What a great celebration of life and music and being young – at heart and at foot! I hope your foot heals totally quickly and that your dancing feet take on the world!
What a fun post. Love the picture. Dancing should always be this fun. Joy oozes.