Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Fence Sex

for real!!
I made it back from New Orleans yesterday fairly unscathed, with the exception of feet so swollen that looking at them honestly makes me want to cry. I've never had this happen before, but I've also never traveled so tired and dehydrated before in my life. I'm more than a little grateful that I was wearing flip flops & jeans (to cover the impromptu cankles that appeared due to swollen feet), 'cause regular shoes would NOT have fit. Yeah, THAT swollen.

HOWEVER, the time in New Orleans was fantastic! Warm weather every day, flip flops & tank tops, cool breezes to help with the heat, an amazing wedding that had everyone laughing and having a good time...
the happy Mr & Mrs ♥
 ...and I even ate alligator!! (It was AMAZING!)

The entire weekend was a dream.... right up until Monday when my friend Graham & I (& his girlfriend Sasha who is amazing) decided that the sunny warm day should be spent exploring St Roch cemetery.
 First thing that caught my eye was this row that I avoided like the plague... who knows what could have happened!? Imagine the blog post nine months from now: Jeebus Is Back!  (No. Just NO.)
After a few minutes of wandering around I came across this:
...and as I drew closer I began to giggle at memories of college and what a few friends and I insisted on doing every time we stood next to a specific painting at the Art Institute of Chicago. I rounded the corner and sought out Graham and his girlfriend Sasha to try to rope them into playing along... which they thankfully did.
♫♪♪♪♫♫ "It's fun to stay at the......" ♫♪♫♪♫
C'mon... you know Jeebus has gotta have a sense of humor! He's supposed to love everyone, so that has gotta include "The Village People"... right?

Anyway... we all wandered around taking pictures. St Roch really is a beautiful cemetery, with an interesting history. Apparently St Roch was a man born (with a red cross on his chest- trust me, this is an important bit of the story) in France in the 1290's whose parents died when he was in his 20's. His father was the governor of the town, so when his father died Roche inherited the position, but then ceded it to his Uncle, and after giving away all his wordly possessions, split town and went to go try to help the poor in Rome. The story goes that along the way he stopped in a town that had been hit by the plague, and that every sick person he touched was healed. Allegedly everywhere he went everyone was healed. That's a pretty bad ass talent if you ask me.
However, one day HE got sick, and not wanting to be a burden to anyone, he wandered off into the woods to die. Supposedly a dog found him there and licked his wounds (eweee!!) and would bring him bread everyday, eventually bringing him back to good health.
St Roch returned to France, but the story goes that he refused to identify himself... which landed his ass in jail 'cause people thought he was a spy. For 5 years he and his BFF (the dog) would take care of, and heal, prisoners... then died. Upon his death the red cross on his chest was revealed, and documents that had been in his pockets disclosed who he really was. (Guess the prison system was different in the early 1300's...)
100 years later he was canonized and is the saint of dogs and dog lovers. He even has a "feast day" on August 16. (Man, I want a feast day! I think cupcakes should be the official holiday food for "Me Day!")
When New Orleans was plagued with the yellow fever epidemic in 1868, a dude named Father Peter Leonard Thevis, who was a pastor of the Holy Trinity Catholic Church, remembered St. Roch had cured people during the plague, so he and his peeps prayed to the saint for help and promised to build a chapel to St. Roch if they all made it through unscathed. No one in the congregation died of yellow fever, so Thevis made good on his promise and built a shrine, as well as a cemetery.
On the altar of the chapel is a statue of St. Roch and his dog. The shrine is where people (believers) have have left crutches and other items claiming miraculous cures through the powers of St. Roch. (btw...Father Thevis is buried under the floor in front of the altar.)
There's also an old tradition where young girls would make a pilgrimage to St Roch Chapel on Good Friday (which is right before Easter- when we gorge on Easter candy because it's unavoidable... you think St Roch can un-upset my tummy) These girls believed that if you prayed and left a donation at 9 different churches (the 9th one being St Roch) during the pilgrimage they'd be guaranteed to find a husband within a year. These girls also picked four leaf clovers that had red spots on them, 'cause supposedly the spots came from the blood of a bride-to-be- who committed suicide on the grave of her intended husband and splattered blood everywhere. (uh...again...eweeee!)
This was the best picture I could get of it since the doors were locked, but you can check out this link if you want more details about the weird limbs and things left behind at the shrine: http://morbidanatomy.blogspot.com/search?q=st.+roch
The place was very peaceful (I'd hope so!), with the only exception being some weird guy down the street that had super cheesy music blaring from his front porch. I did take a whole mess of pictures though.
....(click to enlarge if you want to see 'um bigger)
weird image of a ghostie? hmmm?
any takers?
I loved how "80's" this wall looked in comparison to the rest of the place, & upon closer inspection found out that is when all these people died.
....and at exactly 4:29pm I turned to Graham and Sasha and asked them when the gates were supposed to close (answer: 4:30pm), and 'what time [was] it?' ... yeah, we made a mad dash for the gate... and found out we had been locked into St Roch. (!!!!!) I love a good Anne Rice novel about sexy New Orleans vampires as much as the next person, but I really have no interest in meeting one. Mind you, this was not my 9th church/graveyard of the day, nor did I bring any creepy 4 leaf clovers with red dots on them... and after having to climb atop some massive marble mausoleums to get barely enough height to scale the over 8' tall wrought iron fence that enclosed St Roch...  I did not end up with a husband... but I did almost have unprotected, non-consensual sex with a fence. Go me!

9 comments:

  1. Goofy Girl's next job Tour Guide, really you'd smash it up. Great Post baby
    SBW

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  2. Those feet and limbs and prosthetics hanging on the wall are ten thousand kinds of creepy and morbid. Love it.

    Also, you look totally cute in that picture where you're tasting alligator.

    Finally, glad you remain a fence virgin.

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  3. SBW- I'll keep that in mind next time I'm looking for a new career move. ;p
    Thanks ♥

    Cake Betch- Yeah, I found those pieces of "whaaaaat!" to be more than a lil' creepy. ....& thanks for the compliment! Maybe that can be my line? "I look cute when eating alligator", who else can say that?
    - Yours truly, The Fence Virgin :)

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  4. lol... thats awesome. Glad you made it out alive. I love old cemetaries like that. If you are ever in GA you should check out Rosehill cemetary in Macon. Awesome place! :)

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  5. Thanks Doria! I am actually planning to make it to GA one of these days. It'd be nice to have my time there consist of more than a flight layover in Atlanta. Specifically I want to go to a place called Odessadale in Meriwether County where I have some serious family roots and an old plantation ("Xerxes") I have only ever seen pictures of. (It's no longer in the family, hasn't been for generations) Dying to see it all though.

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  6. It's nice to have you back and I'm really glad that you had an awesome trip.
    I like graveyards and I enjoyed watching your photos which are really good.

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  7. Starlight- Thanks, it's almost nice to be home... but I miss New Orleans- it used to be my home and I do love it there. I'm happy to know you dug the photos, I just wish I had a better camera, there was so much to see and I just couldn't capture it properly with my POS camera. Just something else to save $$ for I guess. :)

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  8. GG,

    OMG--OMG--OMG---- YMCA----

    OMG--GOTTA RUN PEE! LMAO!

    brb,

    Can I say I love You without being a Perv...meaning I love the Person I think you are and "I UNDERSTAND YOU????!!!!!!

    j

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  9. The cemetery looks like a tres cool place to tour about. Looks like it was an adventurous tour. Glad to hear that you avoided the 'skewer'.

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