Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts

Monday, November 1, 2010

All Saints Day

All Saints Day in New Orleans -- Decorating the Tombs in One of the City Cemeteries, an 1885 engraving

Happy all Saints day. All Saints' Day is Roman Catholic holiday officially the Solemnity of All Saints and also called All Hallows or Hallowmas in honor of all the saints, known and unknown. It is the custom on the Creole Catholic Gulf Coast to Clean and repair family tombs, Whitewash them and bring flowers to the graves of dead relatives and prayers are also offered. Catholic priest go around the cemetery blessing the tomb. In heavily Catholic New Orleans, All Saints Day (November 1) and All Souls' Day (November 2) have been observed for centuries through rituals celebrating life over death.




During the Yellow Fever epidemics in eighteenth century New Orleans, death always loomed close. It's presence left the lasting impression on this city and its inhabitants that life is a gift, perhaps fleeting, and should be enjoyed to its fullest each day. And so, on All Saints Day and All Souls Day, New Orleanians honor the lives of their dead loved ones by painting tombs with brilliant whitewashes, placing yellow chrysanthemums and red coxcombs on graves and ringing statuary with immortelles (wreaths of black glass beads). On these days, cemeteries throughout the city are alive with the flickering glow from fields of candles, as death is forgotten and lives lived are celebrated.



It is one of the many rich New Orleans' traditions I observe annually at a good friends family tomb in one of the Old Creole cemetery's just outside of the Old French Quarter. Each year every one in the party brought something to eat I usually brought French white wine. The Host made a big pot of Creole gumbo. Someone brought French bread. We had music and I wore my 18th century Mourning jewelry. We talked about our 18th & 19th century deceased relatives, as if they were standing by us. Ancestor worship is already something big in Creole New Orleans. Many 90 year old lady's have showed my family pieces of furniture that belonged to there 3 great grandmother and talk about them as if they might be in the next room. It is not unusual to go into a Old Louisiana family home and see 90% of the original furnishing including ancestor oil portraits peering down on you in there gilt ornate frames all dating before 1860. New Orleans is a wonderful time warp of the Old World, Antebellum, Creole and the slow progress of the new peering in this glorious gumbo of culture.
                                      

Saturday, August 28, 2010

My experience during Hurricane Katrina part One

Broken Beauty, my friend Peter Patout's courtyard after the Hurricane. 
                                                                                    
I did not know a hurricane was coming my way until Saturday morning Aug 27th when I walked across the street to go to Circle K to get half & half to make my Café au lait. The glass door of Circle K had taped X's on it. I thought Hum a hurricane must be coming as all glass is taped with X's to prevent the glass from flying when windows are blown out.

My dogs Belle & Lebeau on there mid 19th century Rosewood New Orleans sofa.



Also I don't look at the news as it is all depressing and propaganda! I did turn on the news when I returned home to see that yes a BIG hurricane was coming. I was not worried as I had lived in New Orleans for over 10 years and had never left because of a hurricane. I did know how to prepare myself for one but I was in some type of a daze. I did not have any food in the house or bottled water. I thought I will just buy some after Mass at Jesuit Church tomorrow. I don't know what I was thinking with that thought. Latter in the day I got phone calls from friends that were fleeing the city. Most asked if I wanted to ride with them. I turned them down as I had two dogs and they were not offering to take them.

18th century French colonial Creole plantation house a block away from my apt
                                                                                  

Sunday Morning rolls around. The city is overcast with clouds. On the 13 block walk thru the French Quarter to Jesuit Church. The city had a quietness and stillness I had never seen. As if it know that this was the last chapter of a period that I was lucky to have lived for 10 years. I arrived at Mass and there was only 20 people compared to the few hundred. I was asked to help serve the wine during communion if one of the people did not show. I was glad to see the person show up as I have never served the wine before and don't like to be the center of attention. After mass I ran to my grocery store Matassa's Market to find a line of people outside a block long. The grocery store is in a old small 19th century home so it's not that big anyway. Plus on a regular visit. If some one was coming down the same aisle you were on, You had to do the Egyptian to let them pass. I had to stand in line a hour before I could get in, and by that time bottle water and other provisions I needed was long gone. I did pick up some picked over food items but being in that store was a ordeal.

Jackson Square after the storm
                                                                             
The good thing is on my way home friends were packing cars to pull away and gave me frozen meats and seafood. As you always clean your refrigerator out as to not be surprised a week later upon return when the power has been out. I returned home to more frantic phone calls from family and friends warning me to get out. That morning mayor Ray Nagin ordered the first-ever mandatory evacuation of the city, calling Katrina "a storm that most of us have long feared. If you could not leave the city wanted you to go to the Superdome. I knew I was not going there.

My Street Esplanade Ave outside of the Quarter


My Street Esplanade Ave outside of the Quarter
                                                                                    

Not having a car or knowing how to drive. I could not leave on my own, plus my friends offering me a ride did not offer my dogs come along. So I decided I was staying as I would not leave my dogs. If I was to parish it would be with my cherished collection of antiques and loved animals. To be earnest I was not afraid and had a calmness about me. For some reason I know I would survive the storm. I had chosen the French Quarter to live in wisely. Not only was it the oldest and most beautiful part of the city. I felt as if I was living in some old world European city inside of the Quarter. But the French were very smart in the early 18th century to place New Orleans on the highest ground on the Mississippi river and that was 100 miles up river from the mouth of the Great Mississippi. The French Quarter sits about 17 feet about sea level. That not much in most places but when you compare that around the French Quarter the land is at sea level and drops off the further you go out to 5-10 feet below sea level. If you have to live anywhere in New Orleans the Quarters as we call it is your best beat.

My Street Esplanade Ave last block in the Quarter
                                                                                       
I filled my bath tube up full of water to be used after the hurricane as the water supply would be polluted. Sunday night in came the rains. I went to sleep that night knowing that the big one will be here tomorrow. Monday morning Aug 29th. I awoke to more rain the Hurricane was not here, as the morning went on the wind and rains picked up. I remember talking to my sister as it was her birthday. I also talked to a few other people. Every 30 min I went to my French doors and windows to see what was going on and every time I looked the storm had picked up more. My apt was in a 3 story slave quarters on the 2th floor to the back of a 1834 Greek Revival Townhouse on Esplanade Ave on the edge of the French Quarter. I had lived in 3 apts in the building. The first being on the 3rd floor of the main house with my French boyfriend. The 2th was the finest apt in the building on the ground floor in the Greek Revival double parlors. After this one we bought a house 7 blocks away from the Quarter. We restore it and lived there for 2 1/2 years. Broken up after the house sold I hastily moved into the 2th floor slave quarter apt in a building I was all too familiar with.

                                                                                    

The slave quarter apt had small rooms that led into each other without a hall. I had a kitchen, parlor, bedroom & bath. Each room had a 19th century French windows and French doors overlooking a long balcony. The courtyard was below with a Olympic size swimming pool. The courtyard was bigger then most in the Quarter as the original wealthy owners bought a double lot. As the morning went on the trees that were in front of my balcony begin to lean in the high wind. There was a family of Cardinals that lived in them. On one of my visits to the window I could see the male cardinal holding on for dear life to a tree that was leaning in the wind profusely! I felt so sorry for that bird as I had observed it and it's family for months. As time went on the leaning tree with the cardinal and all surrounding trees had every leaf off of it. But the Cardinal was still hanging to the leafless tree for dear life. The next visit to the window found the Cardinal "gone with the wind". By this time the light went out and power. I lit candles in 18th and 19th century candlesticks.

The Château de Hopkins at the time of Katrina 

The Château de Hopkins at the time of Katrina 

The Château de Hopkins at the time of Katrina 

The Château de Hopkins at the time of Katrina 

The Château de Hopkins at the time of Katrina 

The Château de Hopkins at the time of Katrina 



To keep busy I started a painting that I finished that day by candlelight . It generally takes weeks to complete a painting but this one was completed in a day. As the Hurricane tore on I could hear that the French windows and doors in a apt above me were blown open. Water poured into my apt from above thru cracked ancient plaster ceilings. I was glade I was home to move around delicate French 18th century chairs, American mahogany chests and New Orleans made rosewood Rococo Revival sofas. At this point water was being blown thru the ancient cracks in my many French doors and windows. My male dog was calm but my female dog was antsy. I stayed calm and painted. The next stop by the window I saw a view I had never seen before as my view from my apt was always green trees, everyone of them were down. I could see the pool full of trees and the house next door.

Painting I finished Aug 29th 2005.  


The Château de Hopkins at the time of Katrina 


I turned on my battery operated radio on only to hear person after person call in to radio stations that were trapped in attics & roof tops with old people and children. They were frantic calling on cell phones that could go out any min. There cry's for help during the storm struck a card on my heart. The person on the other end could only tell the callers that help could not be sent until the Hurricane was over. Call after call came in with no help to be delivered. As I painted away to keep busy I knew I could no longer live in New Orleans. After a few more hours of hearing the calls the hurricane had passed over the city.

Jackson Square after Katrina. 
                                                                                       

Just before sundown the rain had stopped. The Sun was going down. The French Quarter had a cool and calmness about it and was quit.  Curios I went out for a walk to observe what was left of my beloved city. Lot's of People were out observing also. The French Quarter did not flood. There were down trees, tree limbs every ware around with dead birds and squirrels between the branches, roofing material from every roof in the Quarter was scattered about. But for the most part the homes and building in the Quarter were ok. There were a few collapsed walls but the Quarter was better then I had expected. The Next neighborhood over did not fair as will as the Vieux Carré. Faubourg Marigny down river from the French Quarter flooded and walking around right after the Hurricane 19th century wooden buildings were twisted on there foundations, brick 2 story buildings had walls collapse so you could look inside and see furniture and painting still hanging on the walls. I tuck many photo's. I would illustrate this story with them but I can't find the photo CD they are on. I went to visit my best friend Don who was in his late 70's at the time and lived a few blocks away in this neighborhood. I invited him over for candlelight supper at my place that night.



Luckily my landline phone was still working and my gas stove. That night by candlelight I and my best friend Don had a very nice hot cooked meal of grilled chicken with vegetables in butter served on 18th century French Sèvres porcelain plates with a very nice bottle of chilled French white wine served in1830's  Louis Philippe period Baccarat cut glass. Little did I know that this meal would be the last luxury for myself for a week and a half. I know refer to this as "The last meal". That night as I retired to my French Empire bed to gun shots all night. I felt scared for the first time. We were in August the hottest month in New Orleans, with no ac, so the windows were open for the hot humid air the pored in like a mist that covered my body and everything around me like a thick damp blanket. The mosquitoes biting me all over my body. It was too hot but I had to cover my body with a thin sheet to stop the mosquitoes from eating me. I don't know how I went to bed that first night but I did. with out light the city was pitch dark with only moon and stairs lighting the night sky as if we were back in Antebellum New Orleans. This was how my Creole ancestors lived long ago on the Gulf Coast.  I had one candle burning on a 1840's Louisiana cypress tapered leg table by my bed as I can't sleep in a dark room. I thought that I could be killed, held up having my windows open like they were. the property was surrounded by a 10 foot brick wall that was some comfort. I went to sleep not knowing the storm surge had caused 53 levee breaches in New Orleans, Or that eighty percent of the city was under water. People were drowning that had survived the Hurricane in flood waters.

The bedroom at the Château de Hopkins at the time of Katrina. 


Part two coming soon guns, sex and drugs

Anything Cool! Keeping cool in the Antebellum South, Part two

Chilled desserts that were popular during the 19th century


                                                                                
We take cold drinks and cool food for granted today. But during the first half of the 19th century anything cool or cold during the Summer months in the South was a luxury item. Chilled fruit after dinner, puddings and cool Gelatin desserts considered cheep today were very popular and considered a special treat in the 19th century. Gelatin desserts were made from calf's foot jelly. This was made by extracting and purifying gelatin from the foot of a calf; this gelatin was then sweetened and flavored with fruit juice and additional sugar, if necessary. A very laborious possess as compared to how easy making jello is today.


English Regency mahogany Cellarette used for chilling wine


A red glass wine glass rinser, would be place in front of dinner plate. Wine rinsers or wine washers were used to cool or rinse wine glasses between courses of meals.


Paris porcelain monteith 18th c, a wine-glass cooler or rinsing bowl with a notched or crenellated rim designed to hold the feet of the glasses while their bowls are suspended in the iced water which it contains

                                                                                  

Drink like wine had to be chilled before being served in metal lined Cellarets or Wine coolers sometimes made of Porcelain or Tole. Also during this period wine glasses were chilled in monteiths a vessel with notched rims used to cool drinking glasses. Fruit was cooled in porcelain fruit coolers. The lid was bowl shaped so ice could be packed on the top as well as inside the fruit cooler. Ice cream was also served out of fruit coolers.

Late 18th century Paris porcelain Fruit/ice cream cooler by Nast Cornflower pattern


Pair of Paris porcelain Fruit/ice cream cooler with trompe l'oeil fruit


Detail Fruit/ice cream cooler with handle in the allegory of Winter


Detail Fruit/ice cream cooler with handle in the allegory of Winter
                                                                                 

                                                                              
Cold fruit soups were popular in the South during the Summer months. The ice creams we enjoy today are said to have been invented in Italy during the 17th century. They spread northward through Europe via France. "French-style" ice cream (made with egg yolks) and its American counterpart, "Philadelphia-style," are (no eggs, or egg whites only) enriched products made with the finest ingredients. Vanilla is the most popular flavor of this genre.

Peach ice cream Old Paris porcelain, cut glass and silver from my collection


Peach ice cream Old Paris porcelain, cut glass and silver from my collection
                                                                                    

During the first half of the 19th century ice cream was made at home or could be had in fashionable Coffee houses offering the cold treat. Most large city's in America had coffee houses offering ice cream starting in New York city around the 1820's. In Mobile, Alabama we had Festorazzi's Coffee Saloon opened in 1854 on the corner of Dauphin and St. Emanuel streets. Sylvester Festorazzi was born at Regolo, near Lake Como, in 1819. He became a confectioner, and worked at the trade first in Milan, then in Marseille. In 1850, he came to New Orleans where he went into the confectionery business. and opened Festorazzi's Coffee Saloon in Mobile. Coffee houses of the period did not offer hot food. The only thing served hot was tea and coffee. Cold deserts, pastries & swndwiches were served. Here is a ad from the Coffee saloon dating from the early years of the war between the states.

MOBILE REGISTER AND ADVERTISER, September 29, 1861, p. 4, c. 4



Ice Cream Saloon and Verandah,

Cor. Dauphin and St. Emanuel Sts.

Opposite Public Square



The undersigned have the honor to announce to their friends and the public in general that they have re-opened their well known and popular Saloon, up stairs, where they are prepared to serve their customers with the choicest kind of

Ice Creams

Sherberts, [sic]

Biscuits Glaces,

Cakes and

Confections

of every description.

Parties, Weddings, Dinners, &c., will be furnished at short notice and in the best style.

We have all kinds of Cakes and Confectioneries always on hand, fresh and of the best quality, which we will sell at reasonable prices.

S. Festorazzi & Co.

N.B.—Orders for the country will be carefully attended to.


Paris Coffee House 1819
                                                                                      


Before the development of modern refrigeration, ice cream was a luxury reserved for special occasions. Making it was quite laborious; ice was cut from lakes and ponds during the winter and stored in holes in the ground, or in wood-frame or brick ice houses, insulated by straw and saw-dust. Many Southern farmers and plantation owners, including U.S. Presidents George Washington and Thomas Jefferson, cut and stored ice in the winter for use in the summer. Ice cream was made by hand in a large bowl placed inside a tub filled with ice and salt. This was called the pot-freezer method.



During this period all food had to be bought, cooked and consumed the same day with out refrigeration. People lucky to have ice houses or dairy buildings could store perishable food longer.



Wealthy land owners built Ice houses on there property to store large blocks of ice shipped down from the East Coast. Most ice houses were built under ground. During the winter, ice would be taken into the ice house and packed with insulation, often straw or sawdust. It would remain frozen for many months, often until the following winter, and could be used as a source of ice during summer months. The main application of the ice was the storage of perishable foods, but it could also be used simply to cool drinks like mint juleps or allow ice-cream and sorbet desserts to be prepared.

Temple/Ice house, Montpelier 1810-1811
                                                                                

James Madison built the Temple/Ice House on his property Montpelier between 1810-1811. The Neoclassical style Greek Temple was designed in 1802 by William Thornton, architect of the nation's Capitol, but was not built until 1810-1811. Thomas Jefferson, Madison's good friend and colleague, suggested two carpenters James Dinsmore and John Neilson, both had did work for Thomas Jefferson. Below the concrete base of the Classical Temple is the Ice House which is brick lined shaft, 24 feet deep and 16 feet in diameter.



The Temple served two purposes, aesthetic beautifying the functional. The Temple could be use on Summer days as a place to have a light meals with cool breeze flowing as well as being cooled from beneath. The Ice House two stores below, provided the Madison's with cool drinks like mint juleps and ice cream all summer long, a luxury during the first half of the 19th century.

Rosedown Plantation Gazebo - St. Francisville, LA
                                                                                  

Wealthy Southerners built garden follies like Summer houses, a one room building in a garden used for tea or light supper or entertaining during the summer months. Because Summer homes were one room buildings in a garden. Cool air could circulate around the building thru windows and doors. Making them a lot cooler then rooms for entertainment in the big house. Please see my blog "The Derby-Beebe Summer House 1799".

99The Derby-Beebe Summer House 1799


Spring House, Baltimore, MD by Benjamin Henry Latrobe built over a spring and used to keep dairy products cool

                                                                                  
You could only have something cool or cold to eat during the Summer if you have money to buy iced shipped down from the East Coast and a dark insolated place to store the ice. Ice was cut from natural lakes up North. During the first half of the 19th century, ice harvesting became big business in America. Large numbers of horses were used to harvest the ice and their waste led to pollution of ice the water and the shoreline.
Statue of John Gorrie, 1914, by C. Adrian Pillars
                                                                              


In 1842, Southern physician, John Gorrie, living in Apalachicola, Florida, a port city on the Gulf coast designed the first system for refrigerating water to produce ice. He also conceived the idea of using his refrigeration system to cool the air for comfort in homes and hospitals (i.e., air-conditioning). Southerners could have had man made clean ice and air-conditioning in the 1840's and 50's. His system compressed air, then partially cooled the hot compressed air with water before allowing it to expand while doing part of the work required to drive the air compressor. That isentropic expansion cooled the air to a temperature low enough to freeze water and produce ice, or to flow "through a pipe for effecting refrigeration otherwise" as stated in his patent granted by the U.S. Patent Office in 1851. Gorrie built a working prototype, but his system was a commercial failure. Gorrie sought to raise money to manufacture his machine, but the venture failed when his partner died. Humiliated by criticism, financially ruined, and his health broken, Gorrie died in seclusion on June 29, 1855.

Schematic of Gorrie's ice machine
                                                                                   

The ice factory industry was actually propelled by Southern States, who were tired of relying on The North for lake ice that was sometimes polluted . Many entrepreneurs started investing money in formulating mechanical refrigeration at an economical cost. In New Orleans, a very important event in ice history occurred. The Louisiana Ice Manufacturing Company opened in 1868 making man made ice and offering a product that cost significantly less than natural ice.



Today we keep cool by taking cool showers and baths during the Summer. Most homes in the South did not have a bathroom as we do in homes today. During the antebellum period in the South. Before indoor plumbing, bathtubs—like chamber pots and washbowls—were moveable accessories: large but relatively light containers that bathers pulled out of storage for temporary use in a bedroom. The typical mid-19th-century bathtub was a product of the tinsmith's craft, a shell of sheet copper or zinc. In progressive houses equipped with early water-heating devices, a large bathtub might be site-made of sheet lead and anchored in a coffin-like wooden box. Bathtubs were lined with linen cloth.

19th century Tin bathtub


Galvanized tin hip bath


Tin bathtub in coffin-like wooden box
                                                                                

The average person in the Antebellum South only tuck a bath once a month. As doctors of the period thought that frequent bathing removed body oils, doctors thought this bad for skin. People did wish almost daily parts of the body that were visible to the public; for example, the ears, hands, feet, and face and neck. Taking a bath was a considerable labor of drawing, carrying, and heating water, filling the bath and then afterward emptying it. Bath water was shared by all the immediate family members from the oldest member of the family to the youngest. Precedence in bath order could lead to contention since the first user enjoyed the cleanest and warmest water. If you were traveling or did not have a bathtub at home you could always go to a bath house.

WOMAN TAKING A FOOTBATH 1766 by FRANÇOIS BOUCHER


Old Paris porcelain footbath
                                                                            

Most large city's in the South had public bath houses. Here is a ad for one in Mobile, AL







Mobile Bath House.



Entrance on Conti, between Royal & St. Emanuel.

Entrance No. 0 South Royal Street.

The proprietor takes pleasure in announcing to the public that the above Establishment is now in complete order having been nicely Painted and furnished with new Bathing Tubs throughout. He will always be prepared to accommodate his patrons with comfortable Warm, Cold and Shower Baths, at all hours from 5 A.M. til 10 P.M.

A Barber Shop is also added. In short, a gentleman will have here every facility to Bathe, Dress and be attended to in every respect. Young.



What we can easily eat, drink or do to stay cool today was sometimes a challenge to achieve. It depended on how much money you had and tuck a lot longer to have during the Antebellum period in the South. As two storms are headed for the Gulf Coast today five years after Hurricane Katrina, it reminds me of going thru Katrina in the French Quarter and trying to stay cool in New Orleans for over a week after the hurricane during one of the hottest times in New Orleans was almost like living in the South 160 years ago. Tomorrow I will post my story of surviving Katrina during the Hurricane and the week after in New Orleans.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Mural I painted in my New Orleans home

Monuments of the Mississippi river

This is a wall mural I painted to look like 1830's French hand-blocked panoramic wallpaper. Titled Monuments of the Mississippi river. The mural shows elegant stately buildings along the Mississippi river starting from New Orleans to Natchez Mississippi with plantation homes in between, along with the people from the period. French Creoles, slaves, Free people of color and Indians.





Windy Hill Manor was constructed in the 1790's by Benijah Osmun. in the center with a Concord visible to the left, residence of the first Spanish Governor, Don Manuel Gayoso de Lemos, who built the house in 1794. On the mantel a collection of Old Paris porcelain.


Indians at play over a 1830's Louisiana walnut drop leaf table with Old Paris porcelain punch bowl and vase


The dance of Free woman of color with Louisiana plantations in background

 
Funeral procession and rosewood Rococo Revival chairs with original upholstery attributed to Alexander Roux from a South Carolina plantation. Primitive Louisiana Cypress tapered leg table with Paris porcelain vase.

 
Louisiana plantations, Free woman of color and pegioners brick octagonal building for pigeons. With rosewood Rococo Revival chairs with original upholstery attributed to Alexander Roux from a South Carolina plantation. Primitive Louisiana Cypress tapered leg table with Paris porcelain vase.

 
Natchez on the bluff being worked on


Detail of Indians picking bananas. 1840's French Boulle and ormolu clock in the Moorish style Old Paris porcelain.


Natchez on the bluff being worked on and 1840's French Boulle and ormolu clock in the Moorish style Old Paris porcelain and makeup Shields

 
New Orleans & Place d'Armes

 
Over-mantel hung with 1840's portrait of a Creole woman