The story of Golden Age of Welsh

 This is the story of my weeks at Golden Age of Welsh Therapy Center. My first and formost goal is to   get out of here and go back toon our home just a few blocks away. This story started  on August , when I was admitted to The Lady Of Lourdes hospital in Lafayette. I was going to have XNephrectumy Robotic procedure to take out my right kidney. All went well, but soomewhere between the pre-op and the post-op room my eyeglasses disappeared. Never seen them since. 

August  18

A bittersweet day .Pat and I were on telephone with Isabelle. Tomorrow she starts her road to independence. She will board the classic train route from NOLA. Eventually the tracks will take her to the university of Rochester.ed PT.

Also today I started PT. A 2 hour regimen which eventually take me out of this place.

August 19

Start with a dreadful breakfast. Grey and brown stuff. Then a shower. First since August 5.

Then PT, a shorter version

Allons a Lafayette. Having an appointment with Dr. Broussard, who took my kidney out. All staples were removed by his nurse. All looks fine.

Now I’m back at Golden Age. and I’m dead tired.

Supper was spaghetti Alfredo with chicken.

I’m promised another shower tomorrow morning. It’s kinda hard to take, but I better get used to the situation.

August 21

The day started on a bad note. Woke up in the middle of the night, around 1:30 am  I had a bad B movement.  I finally got tended to after ncies answering to calls. Amy is in  full control over stress. This morning my catheter was taken out by two MD’s. Actually just one. After the shower Amy and her opposite dried me and  helped me put on my Rochester (hi granddaughter Isabelle) t-shirt, pants and socks.

In a sudden outburst ms S said if you don’t pee within 6 hrs we have to put it back in. 

I will refuse if you try to force me to do it.

We can force you!

Amy calmly said: No, we can’t. I then had both feet and lower legs wrapped, then socks on.

Then off to PT. Physical therapy plus stress relief. Two hours later I was escorted back to my room, which I share with a nice man from Lake Charles. Then supper arrived. Now I’m just gonna try to daze off and eventually go to sleep.

I spoke too soon. Rolling thunder and thunderstorm warnings woke me up. Even more happened. I actually peed in diaper. No more catheter until further notice.

August 22

The night continued like evening ended. Urine continued coming. When it first happened yesterday, I called my wife. We cried tears of joy together. We both have gone thru a lot together since August 5, since my right kidney was removed. Our goal is have me home again. First waits weeks of physical therapy. Five days a week, two hours of daily PT. Maybe two weeks. Then home health is stepping in for support.

August 26

 

I really enjoy the privacy of my room.

I had a lot of visitors already. So far two phlobotomists came to draw blood, my night nurse came checked an change my diapers, my night doctor came check vitals. And now it’s 4:38 am. 

 It’s 7am and I’m still waiting to wake up for real. Since last time I’ve had my diaper changed twice. It’s such a different attitude on this floor, or I’m just lucky.

 The nurse aid gave me a body wash in bed since they changed  my shower days Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday.

Had breakfast with protein Cheerios and 1/2 banana and milk. Didn’t eat the scrambled eggs. Went to PT . Felt good  I waited a lot between moments. She was alone, but as she said, the waiting between are also important. Touché!

When I get back from PT there was  a big turmoil in my room, my remains kidney showed signs of having problems. To be continued…….

August 27

It continued on the 27th with me feeling tired but I ate good today. But a good appetite is not necessarily the sign of good health.

The test results came  right during supper. My keratinin  continued to  go up. Crowley wanted  to send me  we wanted to Lourdes. We wanted  stay  he with the m here. We  heard NP  Love eye having a fraca at the nurses station. I heard Hospitalator Dr. Bergegeaux put his foot down. ”He’s my patient he stays here. 

August 31

It’s a wonder how time flies.

I was admitted to Ochsner in Crowley. My kidney was about to give up, too. But Hospitilator Dr.Beareaux  did not want that to happen.

After a couple of days my kidney responded. My karatinin  levels started to respond. I must be honest. In my darkest hours I thought  my kidney was giving up. With my new levels I started feeling more alert. Pat could tell a difference So could Pat;s sister NP  Helen.

My keratinin levels have continued rise. My urine has gone from dark amber, clear yellow. One of the nurses even exclaimed: Mr. Lindell, your Urine looks beautiful.

It's 2:50 pm  and not much is happening.

Had a good breakfast. The hospitals came and said the continue to do better. Dr Beargeux also came by. He's the guy who really made things happening for the better for me and my kidney. I felt more alert. ut was a turnaround.

I had my hours of darkness, when  I thought my  kidney would give up.

"Love, reign over me"  to quote Pete Townshend from Quadrophenia.

It also rains outside.

Now we are waiting for Acadian Ambulance touring me back GAW Nursing Home and my room.

Thanks to sister-in-law. NP Helen Love, who connected us with Dr. Bergeaux, who knew exactly what to do.

September 1

September came before knew it.. Not quite. September  came with another load of urne. My kidneys still seems to do it's job. I'm a very. greatful and most humble man. Let's seee what September have inn store..

Breakfast is up next. Still waiting. Meanwhile news and weather. Waiting to see what tropical storm Eduardo will bring us.. I hope at least some much needed RAIN. Eduardo might be upgraded to hurricane Eduardo. Still nothing to expect besides more rain.

They forgot about when they were distributing the regular breakfast. Instead of a warm breakfast with breakfast sausages, scrambled eggs, and a pancake. Instead I had cornflakes, milk and a banana. while eating my banana it struck me way we humans eat from the stalk and chimpanzees eat from the other end. They are the experts. Just fot thought.

No PT today. Instead a team come from Lake Charles will come to evaluate me. No telling when they will arrive.

Just to hang fast and wait. Update will come.

The LC team will be here shortly. Meanwhile I got on a scale.A seal was put around me, and eventually I was lifted up. 216 pounds was the verdict, which is about 98Kg.

Shortly, is not a time like minutes and seconds. I had time time to eat my lunch, before I saw the LC rep.

My lunch arrived late, probably the last lunch today GAW. But it. was worth waking for. a roterissarie chicken quart, served with rice 'n gravy, plus green beans. dessert was peach cobbler. everything was very good.

Eventually, I got to PT and the evaluator.

So far I had two full and two part time sessions. I feel like am building up. strength, but I have long way to go, before I can return HOME, two minuts drive from here. I just have to stay strong.   

Now I'm just waiting for supper. Will they miss me  again? I hope not. 

Have finished supper. A meat pie with a sting, a mac.n.cheseese, veggies. dessert was a peach cobbler.

everything was good. Tomorrow is shower time, then breakfast.

PT for two hours. So far PT has helped me to feel stronger. 

I have along trip before I can return home, supported by home health and home PT.

I just have to fight.

September 2

Had a so-so night. Slept pretty good between medical interruption.. Before midnight the night nurse with night med.

then somebody woke me up for wellness check. Closer to 5 am I woke myself up from a BM. the night aides deciided 

to give me a bed wash after changing my diaper, which was nice. since  it as  after II decided to  go into the awake mode. and just take awake mode and wait for breakfast. It was the usual oat, which I passed on. I ate the flat breakfast sausage and scrambled eggs. I finished with bowl protein Cheerios, prepared for Pat. I love that woman so much.

After breakfast came the 2 hr PT. I really help me gain strength. iI the middle of session came a rep from Lake Charles to evaluate my progress  Minutes later came doctors to evaluate me. By hen I was really tired. Im ready for an afternoon nap.

It.s not. easy to nap  the afternoon. Interuptions from medical staff, who need to check my vitals. Or,  staff who come in to make a wellness check.  Or, my own needs (BM). Soon an afternoon has passed. But I did get some napping in between.

Pat came to visit, a second time today. She has struggled to to help me to get through these days. I am so grateful to have a wife, who do not help me to reacher goal, with me coming home. Wellat home I will get medical help and also PT, adapted to our home.

Now I will try to go into sleep mode.

  

'Hi, I'm Eddie. How can I help you?'

I was at Eddie's Music shop in Lake Charles.  After passing by the store several times, I finally decided to check out Eddie's Music House. It was located right by  I-10 .near last exit before the bridge.

The man in his upper 70's, introducing himself was Eddie Shuler, owner and founder of Goldband Records and Studio. I introduced myself and told him I har recently moved to Welsh from Sweden. I was writing a column for a Swedish newspaper (Sydsvenskan). Was it possible if I came back the next day for an interview? "Sure", said Eddie and gave me a time when he would be at the store.

I knew a little about Goldband Records. While still living in Sweden, I had bought a compilation-CD, with Cookie and The Cupcakes. There was an informative booklet, accompanying the CD, so I had done some homework before hand.

The next day Eddie and his wife wrer at the store. Eddie showed me the way to his office. On the wall a gold record was hanging, plus a framed certificate from ASCAP, American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers, certifying the Phil Phillips' Sea Of Love had been played over a million times on American radio. Shuler had arranged and recorded the song at his studio in the same complex, where the store was.

Eddie Shuler, born 1913, had moved to Lake Charles from Texas during WWII, to work in the oil industry. He was already involved in music and teamed up with The Hackberry Ramblers and played at dancehalls  in southwest Louisiana and southeast Texas. He worked extra at KPLC of Lake Charles, as a disc jockey and got more involved in music. He also got interested in recording and publish records.

The first artist Eddie recorded, besides his own band The all-Star Revelers, was accordion player Iry LeJeune. Eddie Shuler got access to the radio studio in Lake Charles by paying an engineer with a pint of whiskey. The radio station cut lacquer records, which were used for commercials.

"There wasn't much French music on the radio then", Shuler explained. However, He liked what he heard and had given Iry the opportunity to play on his radio show several times. The performance was well received, so Eddie brought Iry to the studio at night to cut two numbers, Lacassine Special and Calcasieu Waltz. He brought them to a pressing plant in Houston and a few hundred 78 rpm records were pressed. Eddie loaded them up in his trunk and drove to record stores and radio stations. He eventually cut more 78's and they all better than Eddie expected.

Eventually Eddie Shuler bought a property, where he and his wife lived, operated the store and Eddie also the studio. The studio was to the right, in the image above.

One day Eddie was approached by a guy who worked at the air base. He had a niece, and wanted to play a tape with her singing. Eddie liked thirteen year old Dolly Parton's voice and arranged for her to come to Lake Charles and cut a record. He paid bus tickets for Dolly and her grandmother. They came down from Tennessee on a long trip on a Greyhound bus. They recorded Puppy Love, written by Dolly and her uncle Bill Owens and her released it on Goldband Records. Eventually the song was licensed by Monument Records in Nashville. "The rest is history", said Eddie.

Over the years Eddie recorded a large number of artist. like Phil Phillips, Cookie and The Cupcakes, Katie Webster, Jo-El Sonnier, Cleveland Crochet, Mickey Gilley, Rockin' Sidney, Boozoo Chavis, Van Preston (Preston Vanicor from the Welsh area), Clarence Garlow, and many more. Boozoo's Paper In My Shoe was on of the first Zydeco recordings and became a local hit.

About Cleveland Crochet from Iowa, La., Eddie said "They had a great song but they sang in French. I thought it could be a hit, with English lyrics". One day he was driving home from New Orleans the lyrics came to him. He stopped his car by the side of the car and write down the lyrics on a hamburger wrap. The song, Sugar Bee became a big hit and the first Cajun record to reach Billboard's Top 100. Unfortunately, Crochet never got financially compensated for the record's sales. The first time I heard was a cover version by Canned Heat. On the record label Ed Shuler is named as the writer.

However, Dolly Parton was very grateful for the chance he had given her by recording Puppy Love. They were still in contact when I met Eddie. He said he and his wife had been invited to Dollywood and Dolly Parton paid all their expenses.

After Eddie passed away in 2005, the Goldband complex fell in disrepair and was eventually condemned. In May 2017 the Goldband complex was torn down. I went there the day after and walked around in the rubble. I salvaged a few cassette tapes, frames for license plates and a couple of more items. If you see a vehicle with Center of Cajun Music and Eddie's Music House wrapped around the license plate it might be me out driving.

 

 

All aboard for Mardi Gras!

 Scenes from the Mardi Gras Parade In Jennings, Louisiana on Saturday, March 2, 2019

From Wikipedia we can learn  (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courir_de_Mardi_Gras):

"Barry Jean Ancelet, Cajun historian and head of the University of Louisiana at Lafayette Folklore Department, has explained the origin of the Courir as being in rural medieval France:

In a nutshell, the country Mardi Gras comes from the way Mardi Gras was celebrated in France in the rural section as opposed to the urban carnival. It’s an early springtime renewal and is essentially a way for communities to celebrate and find themselves

— Barry Ancelet^[4]

These origins are in the customs of Catholic medieval Europe, specifically the fête de la quémande ("feast of begging") of medieval France.^[1] During the fête, which was a time when begging from house to house was a socially acceptable behavior, disguised revelers would go through the countryside visiting households and performing for offerings. This is similar to other contemporary traditional European customs such as mumming and wassailing which usually occur around Christmas, New Year's, and Epiphany. These traditions originated in a time when most of the land and money was held by the upper classes. The poor, at the end of long winters and short on food, would gather in groups and make their way from castle to manor house to beg for food from the wealthy, dancing and singing in return for the generosity of the nobles.^[5] French medieval carnival celebrations also featured contests and races, which may be the origins of the chicken chase associated with the courir.^[6] A few of the traditional runs have whipping and penitinece as part of their traditions. These traditions are traced to the Medieval Flagellants, who would hold processions through the streets whipping themselves and sometimes onlookers to beat the sin out of them.^[7] Other of the traditions associated with the courir are derived from the folk traditions of Pre-Christian Celtic Europe and are associated with fertility and renewal. Examples include the use of the burlap whip and the tune on which the Chanson de Mardi Gras are based, both of which are traced back to Brittany, a Celtic enclave on the Northwestern French coast near where the original settlers of Acadia were from.^[7][8] These traditions were carried to North America by European immigrants during the 17th and 18th centuries.^[6] In the mid to late 18th century when the Acadian settlers of the Canadian Maritimes were forcibly deported by the English, many made their way to South Louisiana, settling what would become known as the Acadiana region. The Cajuns, as they would become known to the rest of the world, have held on to many of their traditional customs, including their language (Acadian French became Cajun French), music, dances and religious festivals such as the courir.^[9] This determination to hold on to their religious customs and faith has been a major factor in creating the atmosphere that has allowed for the celebration of life, or "la joie de vivre," that is so characteristic of Cajun life and culture in South Louisiana.^[10]

Modern revival

Although the tradition never died out, during the 1930s and 1940s it had begun to fade away, especially during the World War II era as many of the young men who participated were away serving in the armed forces. During the late 1940s and early 1950s the tradition began to be revived and in the 1960s got a major boost with the "Cajun renaissance", a grass roots effort to promote the unique local food, culture, music and language of the area. In 1993, documentary filmmaker Pat Mire chronicled the tradition with his film Dance for a Chicken: The Cajun Mardi Gras.^[11] The imagery of the event is represented in work by local artists such as Chuck Broussard,^[12] Francis Pavy,^[13] and Herb Roe^[14][15][16] and in the name and packaging of a locally brewed seasonal beer."