We are using an English-based system since most of our students are native English speakers, but you should keep in mind that French pronunciation has traits that make such a comparison only approximative. Also, keep in mind that regional variants in pronunciation abound in CF Cajun French. The pronunciation given here will be typical but not necessarily the "only way" the term is pronounced in Louisiana.
Marie et Jacques s'adonnent bien avec leurs voisins. Marie and Jacques get along well with their neighbors. It so happened that Philippe and I were in the same class. They don't like the boy their daughter is going out with. These two forms more accurately represent the pronunciation of the pronoun in context, but many Louisiana French writers prefer to use the SF elle in general to represent the subject pronoun. She didn't want to talk to you because she was really angry.
Form of aller to go. Let's go to the festival! Allons dire que t'es dans un accident. Let's suppose you're in an accident. He doesn't listen to anyone because he's in love. Cet homme est beaucoup amoureux. That man is a womanizer. The store belonged to Gilbert Trahan. After the dance, we went to eat at Cecile's house. We were sleeping when he called. Get down from there right now! Je peux pas t'attendre. I can't hear you. I went fishing yesterday morning, but I didn't catch anything but a cold. Attrape la gazette sus le comptoir. Grab the newspaper on the counter.
I want to see who won the race. The two guys were running neck and neck up until the end of the race. We're going to move next to my father-in-law's place. On va se revoir au ras de cinq heures.
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We'll see each other again around 5 o'clock. Variant to reflect pronunciation: Avant le souper, on a besoin de se laver. Before supper, we have to wash up. He bought his car from Howard Fontenot. Do you want to go to the dance with me tonight? My boyfriend and I have been together for two years. Look at the beautiful baby! That's quite a big melon! Donne-moi un petit bec doux, cher! Give me a sweet little kiss, dear!
Do you prefer fresh or smoked sausage? When you see buds on the pecan trees, it's a sign that there will be no more freezes. Il a mis un petit brin de piment dans la sauce. He put a little bit of pepper in the gravy. They drink and they smoke and they stay out all night.
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That man there never worked a day in his life! The CF usage cited here is also common in the Antilles. Si c'est pas les maringouins, c'est les chaboulures. If it's not one thing, it's another. In plantation-style homes, the shutters opened sideways.
In Lafourche, cigale is a mosquito hawk]. My brother worked for twelve years in the oil fields. See also the Lafourche Parish variant: Tu parles d'un drole de coco! You talk about a strange bird! Someone is knocking at the door. Variant spelling to reflect pronunciation: She feels guilty because she didn't want to give money to her brother. By extension, the wreath and veil ensemble worn by a bride. In LaFourche area, toit usually refers to the roof of a lean-to or other primitive shelter. My father cannot eat gumbo without crackers. Figurative low class person or people.
Tu vas pas te marier avec lui! C'est de la crasse pure! You're not going to marry him! It's filthy behind the refrigerator. How do you like that? What do you think of that? Quoi c'est la date aujourd'hui? What's the date today? Somewhat similar to the English term of respect for the dead "the late That's where poor old Uncle Pierre worked before the war. Where are you from? On dirait une femme de vingt-cinq ans! Look at Henry's daughter! She looks like a 25 year old woman!
Jacques learns well at school, but his brother is rather slow. Elle mange p'us dedouceur depuis qu'elle a la maladie de sucre. She doesn't eat sweets anymore since she has diabetes. You mustn't go there! Nothing but trashy people hang out in that place. I can't describe it any other way, I felt the despair, the sadness, the hopelessness. Most of all now, I'm afraid.
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This is fantastic, I could really visualise everything happening as though it were a movie playing in my head. I have never in my life scrolled up so fast after reading something; in such a hurry to get to the second entry. I don't understand the part where there's 3 kids at the end. Can somebody explain please?
This reads almost like the beginning of a Stephen King novel. Good luck with the translation! Thanks for your incredible writing and I can wait to read the rest of grandpas journal!!!! No matter the time, place, people, there are horror stories waiting to be discovered. And learning of a past in your family line that reveals utter darkness can get quite staggering. I hope it's like a punishment spirit or something. You're Grandpa was a real piece of shit OP.
Too many eclectic callbacks to the time period. It doesn't smell right I've been wrong before. Must have been a really hard time back then I cannot imagine what people had to do to survive. I've been keeping journals since I was I really hope someone reads and cares about them someday after I'm gone. Looking forward to the next one! Thanks for taking the effort to translate and share.
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Those speak louder than any testimony of words I grew up alongside my two older brothers, Nathan and Tim in a small town that was only well known for three things: You would be surprised how big a part those three things played in my life.
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The smell of death was something that wafted everywhere. I tossed a few stray bits of hay at my brother. That was the first time I really understood what jealousy could do to a heart. My mind thought back to the prim and proper girl I had seen at the market. He thought the plan was outrageous. But Tim seemed to be onboard. Everything was set to work perfectly. June 9th and 10th I was working in the garden trying to pull weeds when Nathan called me to the back of the house.
Pa and Tim was off on a job until sundown. I grabbed some cool water from the horse trough and splashed a bit on her face. Nathan tried to get her to wake up as we sat there rubbing her arm and calling her name. We tried that again and again. Together in our crazed tragic stupor we dutifully cleaned the mess he had made around the table. They said they would come first thing Monday morning. I kept my eyes straight ahead and kept asking God to forgive what I was about to do.
I was midway to the market when I saw the opportunity I had been waiting for. I reached for the old shotgun that Tim had secreted away under the driver side seat. It split apart like a balloon spilling his innards onto the radiator and windshield That was the first time I had killed a man.
It felt more numbing than I had expected. I will never forget that sound it made. Like an egg cracking against a sizzling pan. I knew I would need my brothers help for what would come next.
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Sign Up or Sign In. Once upon a time, Halloween wasn't just about costumes and parties and candy; it was about sweetly told family stories. I am an Acadian 'Cajun,' or South Louisiana French American by blood, earth , and disposition - my ancestors were Acadians, I was born within the culture, and I am blessed with a "joie de vie" personality. In my Cajun culture of South Louisiana and many other cultures around the world, I have learned , late afternoon on 'All Hallow's Eve' October 31st primarily meant preparing for the next morning: All Saints Day, November 1st.
For my Grandpa, who lived next door to me, this meant eating his traditional Halloween supper of cush-cush a basic corn meal dish, blended with anything you pleased. Gpa liked to add milk, bacon, Tabasco, and cane syrup to his cush-cush: When I asked him why he always ate cush-cush on Halloween, he told me that this modest meal reminded him of what our ancestors HAd to eat in hard times, although now we considered this food a quaint treat of sorts.
I ate it because it tasted good and made me feel more "Cajun," since few of my non-Cajun friends ate cush-cush. After supper, he prepared a big bucket of whitewash, assembled paint brushes of all sizes, and brought a second bucket of soap and cleaning brushes. This little ritual built excitement for me, his eldest grandchild, because I knew an outing with Grandpa the next day would bring adventure and stories about my relatives that were funny, sad, and intriguing.
Now I went Trick-or-Treating with friends after helping Grandpa find the various brushes and placing lots of old rags in the trunk of his car, but I was more excited about my outing with him the next day.