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My naturally sweet-as-cane-sugar friend japanesedream tagged me! HORRORS!!! Awww, I don't mind, although I don't know how many people would be interested in learning any more about me. Here is what it's all about:

Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself. Then, pick six of your friends and tag them. No tag backs. This explanation should be included.

Okay, since most of you know I'm of Cajun ancestry, I thought I'd reveal a few facts related to my Louisiana French culture.

1) We didn't have a "tooth fairy". When we put our teeth under our pillows, we were rewarded with a quarter from "the rat". I often wondered what the little critters did with all those teeth.

2) Before Cheetos I grew up eating Chee Weez, made right here in New Orleans and 10 times better. Cajuns still call all cheese snacks Chee Weez. I especially liked the greasy crunchy little ones at the bottom of the bag, which was also finger-lickin' good. Today they've gone the "baked not fried" route because of the food police. Shame!

3) Cajuns refer to young kids as T this and T that (short for petit). I was T-Ed.

4) I once had a flat tire going down the "Houma Shortcut", a notorious road where Highway 1 ran to the City of Houma. Many people died there in accidents and I heard someone was found hanged from one of the trees along the road. I was very scared.

5) We don't go grocery shopping here, we "make groceries" which is I believe how it would be translated from the old French expression.

6) I used to go blackberry picking in the woods near my home and try to sell them to nearby neighbors for a nickel a cup. I think I may have made about 15 cents on my best day. I saw blackberries for sale at Winn Dixie the other day and they were going for $3.99 for about a half-cup. *LOL*

NOW ... I don't play that "anybody who wants to play game" is tagged. I'm too mean. So, let's see who can I make angry at me by tagging them. Who wouldn't want to be bothered? I think I'll tag:

xinexine72, amaliadubois, countessgregula, crystalgee, aspoor, sharefantasy

Of course you can just pretend you didn't read this and ignore me. Aw, YOU WOULDN'T DO THAT. WOULD YOU? You know I love you. :) Anyone else can play too, of course.

Anybody interested in Part Four of Ghost of a Whisper?

Here it is:

Ghost of a Whisper - Part Four

The shot that sent the silver bullet ricocheting off the thick skull of the thing echoed across the wood, sending the few curious nocturnal birds remaining in the nearby trees fluttering into the night. Kat flashed her light at the source of the thumping sounds that seemed to chase after the echoing of the report, a decision she immediately regretted. An unearthly howl engulfed her, vibrated within her bones, and in one frightening instant the thick brush parted, and the thing that emerged from the dark opening infused an icy chill into her veins.

It had a red ribbon of blood running down across the ugly stubble of its cheek, and was coughing and choking in violent fits. It glanced angrily at her momentarily, seemed to hesitate before falling to one knee, then regained its balance and rushed back down the path to the clearing they had all just left. It could have torn her to pieces if it were so inclined, and the thought made Kat realize just how fragile life is. The aura of its overwhelming power and ferocity so permeated her senses, she collapsed woozy to the ground in a near faint.

Continuing to look down the path in near-shock, her eyes fell upon a thin moonlit mist that was floating above the trail. It seemed to stretch out until nearly disappearing altogether, but then began swirling back toward her, eventually collecting itself into a little twister. It sucked up the tiny dry leaves along the way it until it had deposited them fluttering at her feet, then formed a luminous haze around her.

Her ears seemed to be ringing and she swiped and scratched at the imaginary spider webs that seemed to criss-cross her face. She thought someone called out her name, like the ghost of a whisper, then jerked around as a screeching sound sent icy fingers up her spine. Eileen braked just a few feet from her, slid off her bicycle seat and dropped to her knees in a little pile of knees. She could see her friend clearly in a strange bluish glow that enveloped her, but she shined her light in Kat’s face anyway, then grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her face.

“Hey girl, you’re gonna tear the skin off your face like that,” said Eileen, turning Kat’s face to the side to so she could check it out with her flashlight. Jeez, Kat, you scratched your cheek raw.”

A few wet tears were streaming down her face and they burned her cheek. She pulled her hand from Eileen’s grip and rubbed the wetness across the long thin scratches, winced a little, then looked at Eileen with a calm expression.

“I told you to let me pass, Eileen.”


“Oh, Mon Dieu! It is so dark in here, and Katharine is not so tidy.”

“Kat, stop playing games,” said Eileen, clicking her flashlight off. She stood up and pulled Katharine to her feet.

“It’s true, Eileen,” said Katharine. She shook her head quickly and rubbed her eyes. “She’s here …” Kat took Eileen’s hand and placed it on her forehead. It felt cold and clammy. “And I wish she’d stop stomping around like a lunatic!”

“What are you talking about?” Eileen asked, pulling her hand away sharply.

Kat’s face took on a familiar little smirk. “Oh, Eileen … you should have seen it. It’s what they call here le rougarou, the man beast, not a bear at all. It’s hurt the poor thing.”

Eileen looked into Kat’s eyes with disbelief. “Kat, I think we’d better find Judith and get the heck out of here.”

“But I don’t know where she … that is, her body…”

“I know! Tee hee hee.”

“Stop it Jude, this isn’t funny!”

“But you have so many interesting things up here … who’s Carlo?”

“You’d better shut your mouth, Jude, and stop poking around in my stuff. It’s not polite.”

Eileen poked Kat on the shoulder and said “Okay, you two … I mean … Kat, if you’re playing a joke on me, this is the best ever.”

“I wish it was.”

“It’s not so bad. Kinda fun. I think my eyes are adjusting a little better. Oh, isn’t that interesting?”


“Okay, two things,” Kat’s voice became serious. “This creature tried to take my spirit from my body but someone fired a shot and chased him off.”

“There’s someone else here?” asked Kat. “Where is he? Or her? Maybe he knows what this is all about.”

“Yeah, where is he?” asked Eileen. “Was that the shot I heard?”

“Exactly, but I don’t know what happened after everything got dark. “The first thing I remembered was seeing Kat on the trail and being drawn into her. It was kinda weird, but I wasn’t ever scared or anything.”

“Where are you now?” Kat asked.

“In a bedroom, your bedroom actually, Kat, except that there’s no roof to your house and I can see all the stars across the sky. When I look out the window I can see you and Eileen in a little bluish-silver mist in the forest. I can show you where my body is, if you’d like.”

“Are you dead?”

“I’ll ask,” said Judith.

“There’s someone with you?”

There was a long pause, after which Kat’s expression took on a pinkish glow and her voice turned to a whisper.

“Well, she looks like a little white rabbit but she speaks very good French,” said Judith. “She laughed when I asked her and said that there’s no such thing, but that we’d better hurry and find me because she has a lot more important things to do. Oh, she’s laughing now. I think that was a joke.”

In the little room, across the trail, next to a sprawling old oak tree, Judith sipped her cocoa and watched as Eileen and Kat hid their bikes and headed down the wide swath the rougaroo had cut through the wood. In two or three minutes, they came upon Judith's body, lying peacefully in a little bed of Spanish Moss. She was very pale, but seemed to be only sleeping. There was someone else there too, however, and he jumped up with a start when he heard someone say, “Who are you?”


Want to see an abstract of le rougarou? Go here:



Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.



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Nov. 12th, 2006 08:52 pm (UTC)
1) We didn't have a "tooth fairy". When we put our teeth under our pillows, we were rewarded with a quarter from "the rat". I often wondered what the little critters did with all those teeth.

Wow! Now that is cool and a lot more interesting than the Tooth Fairy!

3) Cajuns refer to young kids as T this and T that (short for petit). I was T-Ed.

I never heard of that but I like it! Very unique!

4) I once had a flat tire going down the "Houma Shortcut", a notorious road where Highway 1 ran to the City of Houma. Many people died there in accidents and I heard someone was found hanged from one of the trees along the road. I was very scared.

Did you see Swamp Thing?

5) We don't go grocery shopping here, we "make groceries" which is I believe how it would be translated from the old French expression.

I love the way that sounds!

Anybody interested in Part Four of Ghost of a Whisper?

Great! I have to admit a bit of envy at your storytelling skills.....

Nov. 13th, 2006 12:15 am (UTC)
I never did see Swamp Thing in it's entirety, although I remember seeing a scene or two while visiting my sister. I also remember seeing the comic books too. It was supposed to be located in Louisiana, wasn't it?

Believe me, you don't want to envy me, although I'm kind of used to it. **LOL** Please allow me my imagination. It's about all I have.
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Nov. 12th, 2006 08:57 pm (UTC)
Never heard of "The rat" before.. *boggles* It was the tooth fairy in my house.

Nov. 13th, 2006 12:18 am (UTC)
Where was your family from originally? Any older French Cajuns in your family? I never heard of the tooth fairy until I heard the expression on television.
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Nov. 12th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC)
*Laughs* ok, I am game.
Just give me sometime to figure out some good ones.

Yours where great! Isn't it amazing about blackberries!!
When I would visit my grandma in rural northern california, blackberries grew wild all over the place.
We could go down the road with buckets too. And our faces and hands would be stained from eating them! So juice right off the vine.
They sell them here for aout $4.99 for half a cup!!
Nov. 13th, 2006 12:25 am (UTC)
The only downside were the seeds. I love blackberry jams and jellies. I remember someone making blackberry wine too. You're right about the stains though. We got it all over our faces and hands and clothes too. :)
Nov. 12th, 2006 09:38 pm (UTC)
Hmm will have to read these chapters-they do look good!

Will have to have to think of 6 random facts about me *smirks*

Nov. 12th, 2006 11:07 pm (UTC)
I always enjoy learning more about you and your background. I love wild raspberries; and, although I've bought the ones in the store on occasion, they just don't taste the same. I'll have to find a raspberry farm around here next summer. Yum!

I'm really enjoying the story. :D
Nov. 13th, 2006 01:08 am (UTC)
Glad you're enjoying the story.

Hunting mushrooms on foggy mornings was fun too, if you were with someone who knew the right ones to pick. My dad used to batter fry them and they tasted very much like fried oysters.
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Nov. 13th, 2006 12:51 am (UTC)
I just read the last of the stories here Ed, and I really like it!

The one before, when I find myself alone,at the end, is really creepy, which I love.

And the fact that I co-star with 2 of my favorite friends, (Kat and Eileen), is quite a lovely bonus.

So well-written, and entertaining. And as my fictional character would say: "hee hee heehe, that was fun, Ed!" :D
Nov. 13th, 2006 01:13 am (UTC)
Glad you like it Judith. It's a lot of fun for me to write these stories, especially because I get to write "about" my friends a little. It's kind of like a spooky "soap opera" I think. There's more to come and I already know the ending. :)
Nov. 13th, 2006 01:15 am (UTC)

you should make a phone post, i want to hear your Cajun voice!
(course i will never do one, so don't even bother to ask. maybe i will. i don't know. probably not)
Nov. 13th, 2006 01:44 am (UTC)
You know, Kelly, it's really funny. I have no Cajun accent whatsoever. Many people from other states who've met me have thought I was from the Northeast. My parents spoke Cajun French but don't have accents either ... well, just a touch.

Most of my relatives have a heavy Cajun accent, and I told a story awhile back about my cousin Diane. She was talking about some people she'd visited "way down the bayou" and they had these thick Cajun accents. I started laughing and she looked at me like I was crazy. They don't think they have accents but the think I do. I think because I went to Catholic school and was taught by nuns from the Northeast and watched a lot of television I never developed much of an accent.

But beb, if you come knockin' on my door again with a handful of daisies, we could sure go pass some good time, ya know? We could go to a fais do do, what'cha say cher? :)

I'll have to do a little post one day on some common Cajun words and expressions. Cajun French is only a spoken language and about 40% French.

Here's a couple for now. If a Cajun sees something distasteful he might say, Sa c'est couchon, which means "That's nasty!" I don't know how to explain how to pronounce it except it kind like Coo-shawn with a very soft "n".

A "crazy" man is said to be couyon. I guess that's how it'd be spelled. Like I said, it's a spoken language with English and other words mixed in.

You told me once that people ask to speak to your mother sometimes when you answer the phone, so I have a little idea of your voice. I'm sure it's very pretty.

Why am I a rascal in your mind? *LOL*
Nov. 13th, 2006 02:09 pm (UTC)
couyon = coon?

rascal - oh you know you are ;) but mainly the tagging part. i might have time to do the meme this morn... frequently i only have time to skim read my friends list :( i always read though and check up, it's like an obsession.

i thought i remember you telling me before you didn't have an accent.
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Nov. 13th, 2006 09:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, you know I love to read random facts about my friends - especially you! ^_~

I'll get right on it! *salutes*
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