WHAT IS A CAJUN?
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In other parts of the world, little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, while little boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Little Cajun children are made of gumbo, boudin, sauce piquante, crawfish stew and Oreilles de Cochon. And as they grow, Cajun children are given bayous to fish in, marshes to trap in, room to grow in and churches to worship in.
A full-grown Cajun likes fiddles and accordions in his music, plenty of pepper in his courtbouillon, shrimp in his nets, speed in his horses, neighborliness in his neighbors and love in his home.
A Cajun dislikes: people who don't laugh enough, fish enough, or enjoy enough of all the good things God has given to the Cajun Country.
He doesn't like to be hurried when he's resting or distracted when he's working. He doesn't like to see people unhappy, and he'll do all he can or give all he has to bring a smile to a face stricken with sadness.
A Cajun likes to dance and laugh and sing when his week of hard work has ended. And just as Saturday night at the fais-do-do replenishes his store of energy so he can meet the next week's chores with vigor, Sunday at Church refreshes his spiritual and moral values and keeps strong his always-sustaining faith.
A Cajun is a man of tolerance who will let the world go its way if the world will let him go his. He is a man of great friendliness who will give you the crawfish off his table, the Sac-au-Lait off his hook or the shirt off his back. BUT, if you cross a Cajun, he'll give you the back of his hand or the toe of his boot.
He has tolerance for those who earn it, charity for those who need it, a smile for those who will return it, and love for all who will share it. Yet a Cajun can be as stubborn as a mule and as ornery as an alligator. If he sets his head on something, he'll fight a circle saw before he'll yield to your opinions.
And, as fun loving as he is, a Cajun can work as long and hard as any man. He carved out "Acadiana" by hand, from the swamps, marshes and uncultivated prairies. But when the work is done and the argument is ended, a Cajun can sweep you right into a wonderful world of joie de vivre with an accordion chorus of "Jolie Blonde" and a handful of happy little words ---
"Laissez les bon temps rouler!"
"LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!"
Bobb Hamm, © 1972
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