When we moved to Patterson in the summer of 1968, I was a little sad to be leaving Bayou Vista; so many of my friends and places I had had so much fun with and at for as long as I could remember were being left behind… but that was offset in large part due to moving somewhere that I had also spent a lot of time. And being in town meant that the friends I had in school were now local, and a whole new universe of possibilities were now available to be explored!
Across the street was Billy Gober, who I had known since the First Grade; and 2 houses down was Mike Comeaux, who had been a classmate in the First Grade; and around the corner was Joey Smoorenburg, a friend since the Third Grade; and across the backyard was Glenn Jumonville, who I had played PeeWee football with for a couple of years… within a couple of blocks there were 15 or 20 guys I had known for most of my life at the time.
This story is about a one of the adventures I shared with Glenn Jumonville; we had many hours and days of fun times together, mostly due to the fact that he came from a large family with 5 boys and one girl; we were only about 6 months apart in age, so I stayed over at his house a few times, and was treated like one of the guys by his Mom and Dad; it was like a second home to me.
And it was a great place to be for a kid; the house was on a double-sized lot, with a large front and back yard; and his parents had no problem with boys being boys, and provided an environment where the kids could stay busy. There was a Pool table in what had probably been originally intended as the dining room, a Ping-Pong table in the enclosed Patio area, a Pole Vaulting pit in the backyard, a basketball goal on the driveway, and many football games were played in the front yard, when Go-Kart races weren’t occurring there! There was never a dull moment at the Jumonville house…
But one day, I think it was during the summer of 1968 not long after we had moved there, when I went over and everyone else was busy doing Family stuff; it must have been Sunday; it was just Glenn and I, and we wanted to do something different. Somehow during the course of our ruminating over what to do, the idea to go exploring on the other side (South) of the railroad tracks came up; we didn’t have much knowledge of that area, but knew it was swampy/marshy; so the idea of walking around in that wasn’t appealing. And we knew that there was a canal across from Red Cypress road that went south from there, to points unknown (to us, anyway)! So the decision was made to load the Pirogue into a wheelbarrow, and tote it down Highway 90 on the shoulder, and go see where it went!!! You can just about imagine the thoughts of people driving by us on the 4-lane, passing by these 2 young boys with a boat in a wheelbarrow…
The canal that we were headed for was known to us as Dynamite Ditch; the popular story among our age group was that it had been dug using dynamite; well, barring actual historical facts, it sounded reasonable to us, anyway. Upon arriving at what we thought was a good place to load out, we put the pirogue in the water, then stashed the wheelbarrow so no one could easily find it; we didn’t want to come back and find our means of transport gone, ya know? Then we got in and headed out on our Grand Adventure into the swamp! It was so exciting…
There was not much of a current in the canal, so we paddled for a while, and enjoyed the scenery as we moved slowly downstream; as we went it became more and more obvious that we were moving into an environment that was unknown to us, which merely heightened the excitement. And after a while, we came to an intersection with a larger watercourse that we found out later was Patterson Bayou; it was twice as wide as the canal, with a slightly stronger current… and after a few moments of “turn around, go upstream here, go downstream…”, we decided to keep going downstream, not really considering the effort that might be required to come back…
So we continue down the bayou for a while, enjoying the adventure; but at some point we realized we had been out there for some time, and we probably should head back… upon turning around, we were dismayed to find that the current was more than we thought; and it was going to require constant paddling to get back upstream… fortunately, being young and in pretty good shape, we could do it; but it was gonna take twice as long to get back! And it’s getting late in the day, so the urgency has come to the fore that we better get a move on.
Meanwhile, back at the Home Front, our absence has been noticed; inquiries have begun, and un-beknownst to us, panic has begun to set in amongst the grown-ups… the only thing that is known is that the last time we were seen was heading off with a pirogue in a wheelbarrow… the alarm has gone up, and an all-out search has begun focused on the river! The police have become involved, and half of Patterson is in an uproar, looking for me and Glenn! This is all happening while we’re paddling like mad to get back to our starting point on Dynamite Ditch…
So we finally get back, load up the pirogue, and haul it back toward home; only to be met by a Wasp nest of parents giving us a what-for for our callous dis-regard for their concern for our welfare; this is not to say that it was not earned… when you get older and have your own children, you totally understand the feelings that they went through. and there is some regret that they had to go through that. But I think that they and I as well, would rather have children that are un-afraid to face the unknown with an adventurous spirit… but at least give us a heads-up about your plans!!!
To be continued; same life, different story…
© Dewayne P. Blanco 2021