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Carol and Dick Stewart are full-time RVers from California and have been on the road for over 5 years in a 40 foot Fortravel Unihome. You probably recognize ther names because we have included articles from them in our book, Movin' On. 
 Newfoundland's Double
by Carol and Dick Stewart

I told you we have left Newfoundland.  That's right!  But hold on--what's this?  I see a big moon, there's fiddle music, families are out for the evening to eat, listen to music and dance.  It's wide open spaces, ponds of water, scraggly trees, and cotton.  Whoa!!!  Cotton? And instead of rocky terrain, there's sand and gravel with broken shells.  And love bugs that stick on the windows and love our white MH and yet the folks speak a kind of French--patois and look at the menu--shrimp, flounder, cod? Where's the cod?  Catfish? And say what's this etouffe and gumbo? 

You guessed it--we're in Lafayette, LA and it's the heart of the Acadien culture.  The folks who were expelled by the English from the Canadian areas of Nova Scotia and Newfoundland settled, after two generations of wandering, in the Louisiana bayous.  Some went on to the prairies of the area and raised cattle, cotton and rice. 

Many still speak French, but it is mixed with colloquialisms and English and becomes patois. Their cuisine is rich with sauces and spices, one of the big cash crops of the area. 

The importance of family has not been lost in this huge geographic transfer.  We went to a supper house in the middle of the rice and crayfish fields.  There, the music was loud, rollicking, and the wooden dance floor just vibrated with the all ages feet.  Many men and women wore boots that have seen some corrals and fields But the gals were dressed for a night out, a little gold here and there, and those tight jeans and full skirts had been saved for the night.  Even the children danced; grandmothers carried the toddlers around the floor, and if there weren't enough men, the ladies danced together.  I think I saw Dick dance with eight ladies at once; what a guy.  Oh, it was a good time and so far away from Newfoundland--about 3000 miles. 

It's the Evangeline country and if Emerson had not written his epic poem, 100 years after the expulsion, others may not have known about this pocket culture of Louisiana.  He never went to Nova Scotia, never saw the diked farms or ate bannock.  But you can go, you can feel the love of the earth wherever they are, and they will welcome you to join them in their celebrations.  It's a good time for all.