“This river runs in my veins” F.J. exclaimed as we headed out of the Cane. F.J. and Phil were heading out to check their limb lines to see if they had caught anything over night. A limb line is exactly as it sounds: A line tied to a tree limb hanging over the water, with…
This is where it all began. On my first day in Natchitoches I met with Janet Colson of the Creole Heritage Center. After telling her I was interested in a story about the Cane River Creoles she handed me off to her husband and direct Metoyer descendant, Oswald Colson. He drove me all around the…
