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| I use to work at a nursing home. I did most everything technical and some not so technical. My constant route to go in and out of the building was to pass through the laundry. Two ladies who worked there were long term employees. This was their domain. They were the Woods Sisters. One sister was Mz. Ester Woods. I'd make her laugh everytime I walk through yelling above the noise of the machines and Beau Jaque zydeco playing on the tape machine, "Lookin' good Ms.Ester Woods". On occasion I'd have to dance with them a little as we were all crazy with the heat we had to put up with. Everytime I come through here I think of those great ladies. I was in, of course, |
| Esterwood |
| The school and playground. The principal requested something that would tire the kids out a little. |
| Next door was this hall, built in 1937. It might be the gymnasium. But, notice, it has a cellar. Was it for tornados? |
| Is that little "window" to a cellar? |
| St. Margaret's Hall, named after the saint who married Michael D'belus. |
| Below is a picture of a mud boat by a crawfish pond. I took it for the foreigners that read this thing. Ours are much better than that Chinese cardboard immitation. . |
| That tractor wheel on the back just pulls, pushes it along so the farmer can check his cages. Some have wheels on the sides of the boat. I saw one on US 167, yes, really "on" 167, south of Ville Platte one time. I thought it was a mirage until I got closer. He didn't want to take the time to get in the truck, so he just took the mud boat to the store. True, true, true. |
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