This blog originates on the banks of the Atchafalaya River, in Louisiana. It proposes to share the things that happen on and by the river as the seasons progress. As the river changes from quiet, warm, slow flow to rises of eighteen feet or more, there are changes in the lives of the birds, fish, amphibians and reptiles that use the river. And the mood of the river changes with the seasons. I propose to note and comment on these things.

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Location: Butte La Rose, Louisiana, United States

I transitioned a few years ago from a career as a water-pollution control biologist. I want to do this blog to stay in touch with a world outside my everyday surroundings, whatever they may be. I like open-minded company and the discussion of ideas. Photo by Brad Moon.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Three Old Men

Whenever Rut Gajan wanted to spend the weekend in the Basin, he had one place that he would go. It was to a houseboat tied in Little Bayou Pigeon. He would take me with him on some of these weekends, and those were special times. You got to experience the swamp not only in the daytime, but by staying overnight in the houseboat you got to hear and see the swamp in darkness too – a very different and captivating thing to do. [see the posting “Lost Lake” for a little background on Rut Gajan]. I visited the houseboat with Rut from the time I was about ten years old until I was old enough to have my own boat, at which point he cut me loose to explore the Basin without him. I got that boat when I was 15, and it had a 25 horsepower Johnson motor, a big deal in those days. That would have been in 1953. So, for five years I visited the houseboat on Bayou Pigeon as a guest, and then for about four years more on my own or with friends my age. It was a glorious time.

To get there we would launch at Charenton Beach and pay Old Man Etienne one dollar to do it. Rut usually had a Mercury outboard of a size sufficient to plane a boat with two people in it. His motors always looked old to me, but they never broke down, at least not on the trips I was on. In those days it was already too late to cross Grand Lake from west to east in a direct manner. Most of the lake had already filled with sand. By then you had to go down river in the Atchafalaya main channel (called the Santiago Channel in those days, after the dredge that dug the channel through the lake, I think) until you got to something called “the crevasse”. You could then turn east and follow that through the sand bars to Blue Point, which was the original other side of the lake. Once at Blue Point you could turn back up current and follow the cypress lakeshore to the two Bayou Pigeons. It took an hour and ten miles of travel to get to the camp from Charenton. The big motors that people had in those days were only 25 horsepower, but that seemed awfully fast to us at the time. Today I saw a picture of a boat with four 250 horsepower motors on it. We do get where we are going that much faster these days, but we don’t see very much along the way. Times have changed and so has the potential quality of our experiences, I’m afraid.

I don’t know who owned the houseboat, but it was always the same three old men who were there when I was. It was never one or two, but all three, and sometimes a fourth. These men were all from St. Martinville. Their names were Bill Thomas, Elmer Fournet, and Shorty Savoie. The sometime fourth was Pat Gary. Since I was just a kid, I never got to know these men on a personal basis, but I did spend enough time with them to know that I liked them all. Bill Thomas was the owner of a bar on the main street in St. Martinville. Though long dead, he is still remembered by people in the area. I don’t know what Elmer Fournet did for a living. Pat Gary was a house painter who mostly lived in Lake Charles. Shorty Savoie was my unofficial education role model, and that nearly cost me a completed college degree. He did this by living what I thought at the time was a perfect life. He was a “sugar cooker” during the grinding season, which limited his employment to the months of October, November and December. During the time I knew him, he worked in a mill in White Castle and lived the rest of the year with a daughter in St. Martinville, I believe. So, for nine months he was free to be doing things in and around the Basin. What a life. Of course, the other two men must have had their lives well arranged too, because they were always at the camp when Shorty was. What did they do there? They fished some trotlines across the bayou when they wanted fish, and sometimes they actually exerted themselves to catch enough to bring back fish to sell and thereby pay for groceries for the next trip. The pirogue shown is the type we used to fish bushlines, it was built by Carl Carline. Note the compartment in the middle that is made to keep fish alive for a little while. Otherwise, squirrel hunting took some time, and they always had frogs to eat if they wanted them. Cooking was something they had time to do, and they did it well. I do remember bottles of cheap wine not being scarce, mostly emptied bottles actually.

The houseboat itself was pretty standard for that, and earlier, times. It was about 30 feet long on a 40 foot cypress barge that was 12 feet wide. It had three equal rooms, a kitchen (on the end) and two bedrooms. There was a porch on both front and back. At one time there had been a walkway around the outside, but it was gone on one side and the other side had rain barrels mounted that prevented walking past them. I think it had a tin roof, but I’m not sure about that.

The kitchen had a wood stove in one corner, a kerosene cook stove in another corner, a table that would seat four, and a “safe” for holding dishes and stuff, and a sink that drained to the bayou for dishwashing. The table legs stood in little cans of kerosene to prevent the ants from claiming the sugar, etc., that always sat on the table. Even the ropes tying the houseboat to the trees on the bank had rags tied around them soaked in kerosene. The kerosene stove looked like a regular four-burner kitchen range. Because of all the kerosene being used, the camp always smelled like that. To this day, that is a welcome smell to me. There was a refrigerator in the middle room. It was a butane refrigerator. That machine came as close to being magical as anything I had ever seen. I mean, you turned the valve on the 5-gallon butane tank, you lit a little pilot light situated in the mechanism below the refrigerator box, and you stood back and watched this little compressor thing start to work. It kind of vibrated slightly and made small noises, and the miracle was that in a short time the refrigerator would be cold – you lit a fire to make the thing cold. I’m still not sure I want to know how that works. But it was mighty handy to have when you stayed out there a week with no electricity.

The food those men cooked at that camp was something I marvel at even now. I don’t know if it was just the fact that the houseboat environment made everything taste good, or whether everything really did taste good. Either way, you can’t lose. On some trips Rut and I would come in late on Friday afternoon and Rut would bring a medium sized gaspergou with him (the ones in the picture are too big to eat, they get too oily). He had a few nets out in the Basin and he could always go and get a fish when he wanted it. He would clean the gou and Shorty would start to make a red gravy in a big black pot. He would put onions and bell peppers and garlic cloves into tomato sauce and water and cook it for a couple hours before putting the fish in. Because we had come late, I would be asleep by the time the fish was cooked but they would wake me up when it was ready. Gaspergou courtboullion over rice with French bread and butter is not something you forget easily – even if you have to wake up from a sound sleep to eat it.

Another favorite food, especially in the winter, was green gumbo. Some people know this dish, many don’t. You start with a good-sized roux in a pot and add onions. After the onions are cleared you put in a mixture of fresh chopped greens – ½ collards, ¼ mustard, ¼ turnip. It takes a lot of greens, and you can add some salt meat too. Add water as in a gumbo and let this cook until the greens are tender and falling apart. Several hours are needed, up to four or five. Add chopped potatoes and turnips during the last 30 minutes or so of cooking. Somewhere in this you would have added salt and pepper. Serve this over rice, just like gumbo. Man! Put the dogs outside! We used to eat the gumbo for supper, and then again in the mornings in the winter, and then go out and split wood for the wood stove. That stuff would hold you for hours. Shorty and Bill would sometimes cook frybread to go with the gumbo in the morning.

And potato stew! A dark roux and cleared onions and garlic, and add a lot of cubed potato. Add water and salt and pepper and cook until the potatoes are falling apart all around the edges, making a thickened gravy. This takes a while too. But served over rice with some kind of bird meat on the side smothered until dark brown and smelling like heaven itself – unforgettable. At times like that you could truly wonder what the poor people were doing because you sure as anything were anything but poor right then. And once in a while the birds were legal.

Sleeping at that houseboat was always accompanied by the smell of Flit. When everybody had finished going outside for whatever reason, someone would get out the Flitgun just before going to bed. Flit was an insecticide and you dispensed it with the Flitgun. There were a lot of mosquitoes, and Flit was cheap, so it was liberally used. At bedtime there was so much of the stuff in the air that the whole camp would get this foggy aura around any lamps that were still lit. But once that was done you could sleep soundly with no mosquitoes to worry about. At least as long as there were no holes in the screens. I do wonder what the insecticide did to us. But, you went to sleep under open windows in the summer with just a sheet over you, and listened to the bullfrogs right outside in the swamp, and the owls – large and small, near and far- in the trees around you. Sound sleep was no problem.

This was the life Shorty had for nine months of each year, and it sure looked good to me. You get caught up though, and things carry you along. Currents move, changing directions and seldom showing you what’s around the next bend. I went off to college at 18, and while I was away they moved the camp south about 15 miles from Bayou Pigeon to Bayou Boutte. While I was in school a hurricane passed by and destroyed the houseboat cabin. Someone got the barge for scrap lumber. There is something fittingly final about that, and I can find no regrets.

The river is at 6.6 feet on the Butte La Rose gauge, staying steady for the next several days. But the Ohio and Mississippi are both rising fast up above and we will start to get some of that water next week. We could get more than just a little. Poor crawfishermen, they'll have to move traps again!

Rise and Shine, Jim


Blogger Kevin said...

Great story...thanks.

Too bad so many people will never have the opportunity to experience life as it was in the basin.

March 01, 2007 8:22 AM  
Blogger Jo Ellen said...

Hello Jim . .
Your description of passing time on a houseboat made me reflect on the wonderful experiences that most children nowadays are sadly being deprived of. Imagine if today's children could experience the houseboat of your youth . . no televisions, phones, electronic games, or computers. I'd like to think that there would be some wonderful learning experiences and ways to connect with others and nature that cannot be matched by today's trends. I wonder if our culture as a whole will wake up one day and understand what our children are missing.

Thank you for the interesting story . . is the pirogue currently under construction or are you refinishing it?? Jo Ellen

March 02, 2007 11:48 PM  
Blogger jim said...

I truly don't know whether today's children can ever experience these things in that way, even my own grandchildren can't do it. They are in a different time with a different set of experiences. One can only hope that they find what they need. If they do, it might be in ways we won't understand, like iPods and Blackberries and MP3.
Thanks for the thoughtful comment! The pirogue was under construction and belongs to Carl Carline, who built it.

March 03, 2007 11:09 PM  
Blogger jim said...

Kevin, thanks for the comment. And yes, it is too bad.


March 03, 2007 11:35 PM  
Blogger kacey2004 said...

Dear Mr. Jim,
Today is such a hard day for me,it is my Grandfathers birthday today,June 13,and this year,like every year,I find myself once again mourning the life of the most amazing man I have ever known.It has been 20 years since he passed in 1993,but the pain of that loss will never go away because of the love we shared.My "PAPA" was the best grandfather a girl could ever have and I owe everything to him for raising me to be the best person I possibly could be.Shortly before he died I put my arms around his neck and gave him a big hug and said "Papa,I love you,its because of you that I learned how to love."And he replied in his always humble way"Ahhh Keely,thats not true.""Yes I said,yes it is Papa."For it truly was true because unfortunately for me,my father left when I was 5 and my parents divorced,and my Mother was left to struggle by herself and unfortunately suffered with bipoler disorder and was often unable to care for me and my grandfather was always there to step in.My only wish was that I had had more time,you see,my Grandfather was 70 years old when I was born and he died at 93,and although he had lived many years,I had only had him for 23.I know your probably wondering,why I am writing all of this to you and the reason is to say Thank You.Thank you for writing this blog and bringing just a little piece of memory for me of my wonderful,kind,loving,Grandfather,
Patrick Gary.If you would like I could send you some pictures I have of him,even some at his camp he had in the Atchafalaya.He often told many stories about his life out there and would tell me that it was paradise for him.He loved the Atchafalya so much and spoke of the time he spent there as some of the best times of his life.So thank you,for helping to take my mind off of my loss and focusing on what made my Papa so happy,the Atchafalaya and all of the great people that he met and spent time with there.One more thing,my Papa often talked about Bill Thomas and from my understanding it was both his and Mr. Thomas' houseboat and he would say how it made him sick to think about losing that houseboat,he was really upset about its demise.Take care,Keely

June 13, 2013 4:29 AM  
Blogger jim said...

Keely, thank you for the heartfelt comment. I enjoyed the time I spent with your grandfather, although he wasn't at the camp as often as the other three men were. You reminded me that he was one of the two owners, he and Bill Thomas. Not long ago I met one of the nephews of Elmer Fournet. It was like a wonder to meet someone who knew the old men. And now, you. What a great thing! Yes, I would very much like to have any pictures that you have, either digitally or on a CD, especially of they include the old houseboat! Most of my material on the times I spent in the Basin are now at the Library of Congress, including pictures. If you send some to me, i will send them up to DC to be with the collection I sent them last year. Best wishes and you made me think of Pat today, and that's a good thing. If you remember any of his stories about the Basin I would love to hear them.

June 14, 2013 3:31 PM  
Blogger kacey2004 said...

Dear Mr. Jim,
Im so glad that you wrote back,I wasnt sure if you still came on here or would ever see my post.You dont know how much it means to me to be able to talk about my Papa or share anything about him or his life.Tewnty years might as well have been 20 seconds for how painful the loss is still to me.He was just that good and kind and loving and he truly was the best Grandpa ever.Oh the stories he told!And such a good storyteller.I dont think I would do the repeating of them justice but I could try.Also,recently,while going through some stuff in my garage I found an old tape that I had made,a recording of my Papa and I believe it has some stories of the Atchafalaya on it.Its been awhile but I will listen to it again and see.Would you like me to send you the pictures through e-mail?Or can they be post on this site?Im not sure,im not the greatest with computers.Oh my gradfather would love to know that anything of his especially relating to the Atchafalaya was in the Library of Congress,he would be so honored.Also,I would love to keep in touch.And any stories you can remember about my Papa would be much appreciated.Thanks so much!Keely

August 03, 2013 10:04 PM  
Blogger jim said...

Keely, if you can, please send the pics on a CD. I will be happy to send them to the LOC. Best of luck and thanks for the blog comment.

August 04, 2013 2:48 PM  
Blogger kacey2004 said...

Hi Mr. Jim,sorry I hadnt gotten back to you sooner.I have been so very busy and it had slipped my mind about sending you the pictures and stories.Also,we recently moved and everything is quite out of order so it may take a bit of searching but I will find them and send them to you soon.Also,I would love to talk to you one day if you have some time and share stories about my grandfather.I never tire of talking about or hearing about him.He really was just such a good and kind man and miss him so much,he was my best friend and I miss him everyday.If you want to you can e-mail me at kchristian2013@gmail.com and we can exchange phone numbers.Thanks so much,Keely

November 10, 2013 11:51 AM  
Blogger kacey badon said...

Hi Mr.Jim its Keely again.I am so very sorry that I never got around to sending those pictures to you but if you still want them I will be happy to get them to you.I still have them packed away but I will look for them and send them as soon as I do.Please email me your address and I will send you a CD of the pics.Also today is my Papas birthday.Thinking of him today made me remember your blog and I reread it again and it made me feel better just thinking about how happy he was in the basin.And also my grandfather was an amazing cook.He had wanted to be a professional chef but circumstances prevented him from being able to fulfill that dream.I do remember eating his delicious green gumbo and I still make it to this day.Please feel free to message me anytime at kchristian2013@gmail.com.

June 13, 2017 9:22 PM  
Blogger kacey badon said...

Hi Mr.Jim its Keely again.I am so very sorry that I never got around to sending those pictures to you but if you still want them I will be happy to get them to you.I still have them packed away but I will look for them and send them as soon as I do.Please email me your address and I will send you a CD of the pics.Also today is my Papas birthday.Thinking of him today made me remember your blog and I reread it again and it made me feel better just thinking about how happy he was in the basin.And also my grandfather was an amazing cook.He had wanted to be a professional chef but circumstances prevented him from being able to fulfill that dream.I do remember eating his delicious green gumbo and I still make it to this day.Please feel free to message me anytime at kchristian2013@gmail.com.

June 13, 2017 9:23 PM  

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