My Wife's Grandfather: 82 Year Old Cajun Skeptic

[Phrost]

There was a cartoon a while back that I used to catch my daughter watching, which involved a dog, an old woman, and her cranky old husband. I think it was called "Courage, the Cowardly Dog".

Anyway, add a Cajun accent, and you've got my wife's Grandfather; a grumpy WWII vet who's got something to say to everyone, especially a local pastor soliciting for tithes.

I know a lot of the humor in this story will be lost through the 'you had to be there' factor, but I had to share it anyway.

When told that God "needed him to donate 10% of his money", the one-eyed, trucker-cap wearing "coonass" replied in his heavy accent:

"Well, I guess he'd better come on over and pick it up 'yeah. When I see him, I'll give it to him."

Which left the preacher at a loss for words.

Just got back from down there (a whole different country, if you've never been to Acadianna/"Cajun" Louisianna) yesterday. Felt this was too good to not share, especially considering that most people of his generation tend to be a bit more credulous especially in their old age.

[jj]

Originally posted by Phrost
There was a cartoon a while back that I used to catch my daughter watching, which involved a dog, an old woman, and her cranky old husband. I think it was called "Courage, the Cowardly Dog".

Anyway, add a Cajun accent, and you've got my wife's Grandfather; a grumpy WWII vet who's got something to say to everyone, especially a local pastor soliciting for tithes.

I know a lot of the humor in this story will be lost through the 'you had to be there' factor, but I had to share it anyway.

When told that God "needed him to donate 10% of his money", the one-eyed, trucker-cap wearing "coonass" replied in his heavy accent:

"Well, I guess he'd better come on over and pick it up 'yeah. When I see him, I'll give it to him."

Which left the preacher at a loss for words.

Just got back from down there (a whole different country, if you've never been to Acadianna/"Cajun" Louisianna) yesterday. Felt this was too good to not share, especially considering that most people of his generation tend to be a bit more credulous especially in their old age.

Yeee Haaa! Way to go, man!

[bozothedeathmachine]

I lived in Lafayette for a few years and that is one doozy of a Catholic town. Old Tyme Grocery (who has the best po-boys on the planet!) makes "I survived Lent" shirts every year.

[Dogwood]

After searching all over New Orleans for a new car, I drove down to Houma last week to buy one from a dealer named Boot (real first name). Turns out he's related by marraige to Mother Angelica of EWTN fame. I had to listen to more anecdotes than I'd have preferred, and I drove through more bugs than speed bumps on the hour long drive through the bayou, but it was worth it for the price.