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Welcome to the 2020 APRIL A to Z Challenge
Half-Way there, Hang On.
Quote of the Day :
Everyone of us, inasmuch as we have the ability to think, is sole responsible for the amount of wisdom or folly that goes into our lives, in other words, of our destiny.
Plato (428-348 B.C.)
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Q will be a day to answer all your questions on my novel in progress, so feel free to write them down in your comment, on any day till then. On the 20th April, I will compile all the questions and answer each one on my Q post.
My Thirteenth extract from my novel in progress will appear towards the middle of the novel. Mathilda is still in New Orleans.
Brief synopsis of plot and characters :
Mathilda, my first main character, is American and lives in New York City. She is a student at NYU where she is preparing a thesis on the origins and developments of African American Music. She is a first person narrator. Her timeframe is 2005. In my previous extracts, Mathilda has travelled to New Orleans, Jekyll Island and Hattiesburg.
Bartolomé, my second main character, is Cameroonian and lives in Yaoundé. He is a professor of Mathematics at the University there. I will be using a third-person narrator for this character from his Point of View. His timeframe is the early ’90’s. In my previous extracts, Bartolomé has made a trip up North for his grand-father’s funeral and decided to leave Yaoundé behind for good.
N is for New Orleans’ Cemeteries
I am waiting for Duke at the Café Beignet over on Ibreville Street. He’s taking me to visit the New Orleans’ Cemeteries at dusk. I see him weaving his way through the crowd of cars and pedestrians, he raises his arm in greeting. Annabella had introduced us a few days before at the Blues Owl and Duke had suggested he take me on a tour of the St Louis Cemeteries. It was not recommended to visit after dark, not because of the ghosts, though it was believed there were plenty, but because they were ill-repute for pick-pockets, muggers and drug dealers.
So I was a little concerned, though as a Harlem girl, I expect I had seen worse. Maybe I was being cocky as New York streetwise wasn’t necessarily the same as New Orleans’. I was counting on Duke to be au fait of the areas to avoid.
” Hi there Mathilda, how’re doing ? Hope you’re enjoying your stay in New Orleans. Have you ordered yet ? I recommend the beignets, very French doughnuts, Though I think they’re nothing like the ones you find in Paris, France.”
” Hi Duke, I’m thrilled with what I’ve seen so far and thanks again for the offer of a tour tonight.”
” Yeah, you’re welcome. here in N.O. we’re always at the ready to show visitors around. I suppose we really take pride in our great city.”
” As to the beignets, I’ve tasted them in New York from a French bakery but sure they probably weren’t the real thing.”
” Well, you’ll tell me what you think. French tourists usually say they’re not up to scratch, too sweet.”
A waiter appeared on the wrought iron balcony overlooking the street where we were now seated.
” Two café au lait and a platter of beignets, thanks.”
” Coming right up.”
” So have you read up on the Cemetery ? What you’d like to start with ? “
” About that, are you sure it’s OK going at dusk ? “
” No problem honey. There will be other tours with official guides and plenty of tourists. The crooks hang out further North these days, round Metairie between canal Bld and The Pontchartrain, below the I 10.”
” Ok then. So I’m curious about Marie Lava’s tomb. Anna told me a lot about her. And of course Ernest Morial, The Mayor’s grave.”
” Well they’re both in St. Louis #1, the oldest, dating back to 1789. But from there we can go onto #2 & #3 with the Creole community of the 19th century and the overflow of yellow fever epidemic of 1853 that killed up to 10.000.
” So much for thinking there weren’t too many restless souls about.”
” Yeah, New Orleans sure has seen its load of suffering.”
Ernest Dutch Morial
Louis Armstrong, 1958, When it’s Sleepy Time Down South, here
Jeepers Creepers, here
Preservation Hall Jazz Band, St James Infirmary here
Sidney Bechet, Rose de Picardie, here
Sweet Sue, just You, here
R. Crumb’s heroes of jazz and blues, here
Doug & Rusty Kershaw, Cajun Joe, The Bully of the Bayou, here
Kaw Liga, here
Thank you for coming down to Louisiana with me today. Please feel free to comment, like, dislike and I will be sure to reply.