Evangeline
The State of Louisiana is still governed primarily by The Napoleanic Code,
and the only state whose internal boundaries are known as parishes.
 Many feel the code is ancient and would like to see it changed.  But there
has never been a desire nor call for the change for parishes to be known as
counties.  The parish where I live is known as Caddo Parish named for the
Caddo Indian tribe. At some time before A.D. 1000, and probably by
A.D. 800, the  beginnings of the prehistoric Caddo culture emerged along
the Red River in Northwestern Louisiana.  Caddo beginnings added new
customs and traits that seem to have originated in Middle America, especially
in the Mexican Highlands and on the upper Mexican Gulf Coast.

The Acadians were French settlers of eastern Canada who were exiled from
their land in the 1750s. In 1764 Louisiana had long been a French colony.
But after the war with Spain, and subsequent treaty, it was turned over to Spain.
The area of Louisiana, now known as Acadiana, comprised about 22 parishes
The Acadians were the largest group to settle in this area from 1765 to 1785,
about 1600 in 1785 alone. Although other nationalities were there, the Acadian
culture was dominant in many places. When bits and pieces of these other cultures
were added to the Acadians, a variation of the Acadian culture was created.
These people, and this culture, became known as Cajun ...a derivation of the word Acadian.

And Deep in South Louisiana there is a parish known as Evangeline.....
Surely Longfellow once traveled there.....

Evangeline
Henry Wadworth Longfellow
Introductory
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the
huntsman?   Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of The
Acadian.  The home of the Acadian farmers --
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean. Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre. Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadia,  home of the happy.

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