A bit about my Cajun family!
My Gran’daddy Louis Leger was born in Duson in the French region of Louisiana to Antoine Leger & Laurence Savoie Leger, whose ancestors had been exiled from Nova Scotia by ship… a ship which landed in Louisiana! My Gran’daddy spoke only French until he started learning English in grade school. In the early 1900’s, speaking French in Louisiana was not encouraged (and often made fun of!) so in adulthood my Gran’daddy refused to pass the language on to my mother (Mary Leger Spaulding) and her 3 younger siblings. Gran’daddy Leger worked, like his father, at a Firestone plant in small town Sulfer, Louisiana for the entirety of his career.
When Gran’daddy Leger was not working, he was a huge fan of cajun music! You could often find my Gran’daddy dancing a cajun version of the two-step to traditional cajun folk songs at a fais deux-deux, or a huge Cajun dance party! My mother says that Gran’daddy would wake her and her siblings up on weekend mornings at 7am blasting ‘Jolie Blonde’ or other cajun songs on the radio. ‘Jolie Blonde’ (or ‘Pretty Blonde’) is a traditional Cajun waltz, often referred to as "the Cajun national anthem" because of the popularity it has in Cajun culture.
My Grandmother (Shirley Tracy Price) was born in New Orleans, but lived the majority of her young life with her Grandparents (Edward Calhoun & Hortense Miller Calhoun) on the Johnson Bayou in a houseboat about 10 miles from Port Arthur Texas. On my Grandma’s side, my French Great Grandmother and my English-Scottish Great Grandfather immigrated to Louisiana where they became Muskrat trappers. Being a trapper was quite a dangerous job as the swamps were difficult to navigate — often trappers would fall into a 4-5 foot deep Alligator hole and get stuck in the marsh for hours… unable to remove the water from their boots and often leading to severe cases of pneumonia.
My Grandmother remembers being the only child in her community of trappers — they lived a minimalist life with one cup on the entire houseboat, a coffee pot, and a single skillet. In interviewing her, she claims that on the way back from selling muskrats ($2 per fur) and the occasional mink ($6 per fur), her grandparents would have to carry her on their shoulders to the houseboat as the swamps were often too thick for a child to walk in.