Wednesday, February 22, 2006

this entry is a rerun

you know how cartoonists in the paper go on sabbaticals and leave their old stuff for us to read? Well, this is a leftover entry from last year...I am off Mardi Grassin!

Wish y'all could all come too, we'd just put some more water in the beans and throw another blanket on the floor for you!

mardi gras


for the life of me, I can't give a coherent account of mardi Gras, so I will tell you in a series of vignettes why I feel Mardi Gras is a time apart from the rest of life, that time spent at Mardi gras doesn't count in making you older...

teenagers that I have loved & taken to parades since they were babies (I call them my Mardi Gras orphans) lying all about my floor sleeping, unformed faces looking like the children they were up until oh so recently...

My oldest daughter, who hasn't been to a parade in 3 years , sitting on the barricade with the tens, covered in beads & screaming "I forgot how much fun this was!"

the Merry Widows...oh, dear, this will require some background...after the Late Unpleasantness (which is what we refer to the Civil War in these parts) our city was occupied by Union troops & public gathereings were forbidden. A young man by the name of Joseph Stillwell Cain had a bit of high spirits, broke into a friends hardware store, borrowed a rake & a cowbell & proceeded to parade down the street dressed as an indian, stating he was having a parade of his own! Several friends joined him & so was born the Joe Cain Procession, which today is as large as Mardi Gras Day! The celebration was originally held in an old cemetary, where people picniced on family plots & danced on old Joe's grave. It got too big for that,but the mysterious Merry widows, who are reputed to be ladies of high society, but no one knows because their identities are kept secret behind black veils, wail & moan & throw themselves upon the grave in hilarious silliness!

A little girl on Daddy's shoulders, screaming in joyful terror at the Dragon, a huge float that breathes fire, giving me memories of myself as a child.,upon shoulders that are no more...

Cas & Ian , my nephews by heart, not blood, ordering virgin Pina Coladas in a restaurant , having them delivered in a martini glass with a cherry & their embarrassment at having such an unmanly drink. Cas banged his down on the table & it broke in his hand!

My friends 5 year old's utter amazement at having a stranger hand her a giant stuffed animal

We stand at the same spot every year & it is perfectly acceptable to politely ask people to scoot over,

Things thrown from a float that land by your feet are yours & aren't picked up by others unless they are handed to you.

You hug strangers & wish them HappyMardi Gras!





dklars said...

Lucky you!  I miss Mardi Gras celebrations.

lurkynat said...

Wooohooo Marti! woowee
that sounds like big fun!
lots of love nat

shayshaydc said...

Oh what fun!!!!

lifes2odd said...

I'm serious now ::packing boxes:: This sounds like my kind of place! :-)

am4039 said...

you just have a great time wish I could go t

onemoretina said...

Hey, Marti ... this sounds like such a good time.  I've never been to a Mardi Gras celebration, but my friends who have, tell me it's like being a kid all over again.  And THAT sounds wonderful to me !  Tina

njmom72 said...

I was really glad to see that, despite the awful devastation of Katrina, New Orleans still had Mardi Gras. I've always wanted to go just to experience it..I've heard it's a lot of fun. Won't be getting any beads though! LOL

~ Susan