Evidently voodoo dolls are not meant to last, although the Goddess of Wealth and Happiness hung around for many years. I think she lived a fairly long life considering her physical limitations. And I can’t really fault her for losing her head and falling apart. I’ve done that a few times myself; maybe not so permanently.
I bought the Goddess in New Orleans on a business trip. She lived to a old age considering that I retired 11 years ago and bought her long before that. Perhaps she, too, retired without a backward glance, knowing she had done her job well. I’m just sorry she couldn’t have kept herself and her birthplace together.
I don’t really need the goddess to remember New Orleans. And I’m thankful I was there before Katrina. Not because it was pristine for me, but because I could walk through the streets in my mind and mourn with the people who lost their way of living. There were so many things to love there: the food, the music, and the charm of the city and its people.
My memories there are good. I went with friends into an industrial area for a gospel brunch that, I’m sure, was put on for the pleasure of the tourists, and it certainly worked for me. How else could I have found the perfect place for collards and soulful gospel music?
My conference was at a bright and modern hotel so I gave myself the gift of a stay in the French Quarter for an extra day or two. It was a perfect little room in an old home converted to a B & B and packed with history and southern comfort.
I did the signature New Orleans: eating muffaletta sandwiches from paper wrappers and cruising the well-lit streets listening to blues and jazz.
I was intrigued by the cemeteries…that the crypts were above ground. I didn’t comprehend that water was on its way to winning the battle of New Orleans. At the time it just seemed quaint.
Perhaps I should have left the Goddess in New Orleans. They could certainly have used her in the last 8 years.