Around the Herald by Becky Jacobs

Howdy Y’all!

Posted March 29, 2013

The Herald

Nope I ain’t from around here, at least not originally. I am from good ole southern Louisiana and am as far north as a southern gal should be. All because I met and married a Jacobs. Best thing I ever did.

I am the wife of Kelly Jacobs, son of Leroy, brother of Walter Jacobs. We all live in Lu and Walt’s house. We wanted to keep it in the family and well, it just felt like we belonged here. It is a special house. Let me rephrase that, it is a special HOME. Sticks, tile, carpet, walls, stuff like that make a house, love and character make a home. A home is what we are blessed to live in. I remember well the first time I visited Lu and Walt at their home. I walked in and instantly felt like I belonged. Lu gave me the grand tour, she was so proud of her home. I thought at first it was just Lu’s charm, but soon knew that it was not just her charm, it was also this home! I recall telling her that I could so live here but I never dreamed that one day I really would. We signed the papers on the house 20 days before we lost Walt. He was oh so happy knowing that his brother and family would live here. The last time he visited us, I was standing in the kitchen and as he was getting ready to leave, he put his hands on my shoulders, looked me dead in the eyes, with that wonderful twinkle of his, and said “Lu would be happy. You have made it a home again. I love you.” I will never forget that moment. It was all I could do not to start bawling right then and there. Then, I got the best hug ever.

We are also blessed to have moved to such a wonderful community. I love small town life. I grew up in a very small town east of Baton Rouge called Walker. New England has small town charm. I have been told that Grandma Maixner used to keep her porch light on and Walt and Lu did as well when they were open to visitors. We may forget to turn it on, but we would love to have any of you stop by for a chat, a cup of coffee or tea, and a cookie or two. If you see us in the yard, please wave or honk a horn or just yell howdy. We look forward to getting to know the people of our new community. We hope y’all feel the same.

Now a little sumptin bout me. Yep, I have an accent, not as heavy as it used to be. Nope, I don’t cook or eat possum, armadillo or snake. Yep, I do like seafood and yep alligator is yummy. Nope, I don’t have one as a pet. I did have a pet raccoon onced. That was a hoot and another story for another day. Yep, I like to wear hats. Nope, I ain’t bald. Yep, I talk a lot, I am after all kin to Walter, even if it is by marriage. Nope, I don’t speak too much Cajun. Yep, I am a Christian. Nope, I ain’t shamed of it none.

I’m a gonna leave ya wid a bit of Louisiana information. Possums sleep in da middle of da road with dere feet in de air. Der is 5,000 kinds of snakes and 4,998 of em are in Louisiana. Onced and Twiced are words. “Fixinto” is one word. “Jeet” is a phrase dat means “did you eat?” It ain’t a shopping cart, it’s a buggy. Dere are four seasons in Lousiana; almost summer, summer, still summer and Christmas. Fried catfish is the other white meat. People actually grow and eat okra. We have parishes not counties. We measure distance in minutes, not miles. A carbonated soft drink isn’t a soda, cola, or pop. It’s a Coke, no care de brand or flavor. Like “What kinda coke you want?” Frog legs taste like chicken, only better. Finally, we still say ‘maam’ or ‘sir’. Shows our respect to others that way.

Well, I suppose dat’s all for now. Thank ya for reading my writins.

Y’all come by now, ya hear!

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