Sunday Trees – 39


Cypress
South Louisiana

     

These were taken during my recent trip “home” to South Louisiana.  I did not have my camera with me (how could I leave home without it?) – these were taken with my phone.  Not as clear as I would like but they will to suffice until my next trip. 

History indicates Chester’s started in the 1930s as a grocery store for the loggers and millers of cypress trees.  After further progression, and dwindling of cypress, the establishment transformed from providing provisions for logging camps to a place where people gathered under bare bulbs to enjoy the fare. 

Chester’s Place – Cypress Inn in Chacahoula was a traditional Saturday night or Sunday afternoon outing with my family.  It was located virtually in “middle of nowhere” surrounded by cypress trees and swamps.  For all intent and purposes, it still is … except with the building of interstate and road improvement – our trip was shortened to 25 minutes compared to the 45 minutes when we were younger.  From all appearances, the place is in a time capsule … it has not changed one iota in 40-50 years … from the grounds, the building and the menu … famous for fried chicken, frog legs and thin-thin onion rings.  Chester’s does not advertise, and relies strictly on “word of mouth” and repeat visitors.

When I was young, the adults entered the dark bar area (door ‘neath the sign) —  to the atmosphere of neon signs, jukebox music and beer … the side door provided passage to the restaurant.  I remember my Dad disappearing into the bar area to pay the bill, and emerging with Hershey Chocolate candy bars.  For this trip we entered through the “mystique” of the bar … but of course, it was late afternoon and the sun was still shining. 🙂  We did not stay until dark.  We will have to revisit to investigate.

I am happy to report Chester’s is in the same family … at present, the great-great granddaughter runs the restaurant.  The onion rings and chicken are as I remember.  😀

It was not until after we left, I remembered the missing touch to completing the “childhood memory” — Barq’s Root-beer … next trip!!!

 

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Becca is an artist, poet, and animal communicator. She delights in cooking, nurturing, and sharing a rich spiritual life with others on the Path.
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10 Responses to Sunday Trees – 39

  1. granbee says:

    Cypress groves and Chester’s and Barq’s Root Beer–a very fine Sunday scene, indeed!

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  2. Raven says:

    Wonderful memories … I love the Cypress “knees” these look like little nubbins. 😉

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  3. siggiofmaine says:

    Love this return to home that proves once in a while, you can go home again and it is the same! I love Barq’s Root Beer so will toast you the next time I have one…mmmm mmm good

    The story about the “other door” is neat…enjoyed you sharing that…it is one of those things that when we become adults, I do think, I would have to go back at night to recreate the lighting and visualize the scene as it might have been when your father went to pay the bill.

    This place sounds like it mini retreat for the soul!
    Thanks for sharing.

    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

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  4. shoreacres says:

    I’ve been there! Well, I’ve been past there, on 90. I was on my way to Gray, Houma and then Dulac. The next time I go, I’ll make it a point to stop. Or maybe I’ll just make a roadie out of it! I know this – your description of those onion rings means it would be worth it!

    The great-GREAT-grandmother runs the restaurant? My goodness!

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  6. Pat Cegan says:

    I noticed you chose the chicken over frog legs. 🙂 Great walk down memory lane. Thanks for the share, it was part of my heritage, too. hugs, pat

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