Renovation is now a Reconstruction for the Small Screen
… which ranks about a 9.7 on my “I’m-too-old-for-this-techy-mess”-o-meter. DIYFASP is phasing out its interaction … Read more
Two Verandahs and an Ice Box: a Thibodeaux Assemblage Sculpture
verandah column, ice box door, Eastlake Victorian millwork features – one of many sections of a sculpture using artifacts excavated from the post-Civil War homestead of a white Acadian sugar cane farmer and the ex-slave woman he raised 8 children with during and after the Civil War, then married on his deathbed in 1893.
The Thibodeaux Assemblage Sculpture; Progress Through 3 Years of Upheaval
Last I wrote of the Thibodeaux sculpture, in the summer of 2015, I had just … Read more
The Thélèsphore Thibodeaux house, St. Martin Parish, Louisiana
For 35 years, I have been walking past this abandoned gem to get to my … Read more
Nov. 9, 2019 – Picking up the pieces after 4 years away from writing
Hello, blog – I don’t remember how you work, so that’s going to be part … Read more
The Thibodeaux sculpture so far (Sept.2014 – Aug.2015)
(cont’d from “Thélèsphore Thibodeaux, a Black Creole family hero on post-Civil War Bayou Teche”) Driving … Read more
Thélèsphore Thibodeaux, a Black Creole family hero on post-Civil War Bayou Teche
When a Texas researcher contacted me in July of 2014 about an 1894 succession transcript … Read more
Thibodeaux/Azor Succession #2859, 1890s Breaux Bridge, La.
. Six years ago, in early July of 2014, I received a comment on one … Read more
Breaux Bridge (pg.5 of 5): Chênes Brûlée, a found-art piece
found art sculpture for the story “Breaux Bridge series” (pg.5 of 5): the search for my Cajun grandmother’s ancestral homestead, an 1800s sugarcane farm on Bayou Teche
Breaux Bridge (pg.4 of 5): Changes come to 20th century Cajun ways
. . . the church auctioned off the house for a dollar to anyone who would move it off the property, and they did; floated it down the bayou to the other side . . . what I pulled out from under leaf litter a foot thick, amidst a scattering of massive iron hooks, levers and free weights, was the arm of a 1910 farm scale, its wooden cabinet long rotted to dust, abandoned since my great great uncle died in 1942.