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Polly Morris Tells About Old-Time Occupations
August 20, 1975
BY POLLY MORRIS
Mention old time occupations to an old timer and he will immediately tell about the lumbering operations... of loggers, and ox carts, and sawmills like that owned by A. D. and L. W. Crawford that sawed 20,000 feet a day.
They will also mention the village smithy, John Parisy of Covington or Joseph Baham of Madisonville, who not only shoed horses but could be talked into repairing a farm implement or a wagon. They might even speak of August Vergez, who was a wheel wright and made wagons and other vehicles, and specialized in "fine painting" of carriages. Or of Ab. Blattner, proprietor of a saddlery and harness shop.
No doubt they would mention H. Cornibe, S. F. Phillips, and Strobe and Warren who rented and boarded horses, rented rigs and hauled baggage or freight, and had a sidelines that was a by-product of the, trade. They were undertakers, embalmers, and some advertised funeral supplies and a hearse.
Many of these old time businesses are barely alive today, but others are almost obsolete. Like the coffin makers and basket weavers and the whooping crane. For example, the Folsom firm of Wallis and Core had a gin and a grist mill. At Madisonville a William Schleigh ran a rooming and boarding house, and Mrs. 0. Combel of Covington advertised "private boarding," and "excursion dinners a specialty."
On the Alexius estate outside of Covington, G. C. Alexius planted 2 acres to Vetiver. He estimated this crop as worth $200 per acre. Today very few people know that vetiver is an aromatic grass, distant relative to sugar cane and sorghum, and that its sweet•smelling roots were used in the manufacture of perfume.
Moss-picking is an almost obsolete occupation, yet at one time it was a mainstay of many people. It was in demand for padding in saddle blankets, furniture and horse collars. It was needed for stuffing cushions and dolls. The mattresses of the beds on swank steamboats was filled with the wiry stuff. Moss pickers with long hooks traveled the bayous in bateaus, pulling moss from trees overhanging the bayous. Sometimes they followed clogging operations, getting moss easily from the treetops left lying in the forest.
The picking was the easy part. It must also be bedded down and dampened until the outer layer rotted and fell away. This took weeks in the summer and months in the winter.After the hairs were stripped, it 'was hung out on wires to drip dry. After which It was cleaned, baled, and sold as "Spanish Hair."
One crop brought pilgrimages to St. Tammany Parish to see acres upon acres of fluffy pale pink snow. These were the blossoms of the Tung trees, a Chinese import. They were lovely to look at but they bore a poisonous fruit called a Tung nut. These nuts were valuable because contained an oil that was used in quick-drying paints and varnishes. Now petroleum products have replaced tung oil and only remnants of the orchards remain.
Also replaced by fossil fuel products was the waxmyrtle candle. A priest in old New Orleans had found a way to extract the wax from the myrtle and make tapirs that were, it is said, smelly and smokey. Paraffin was a better substance, so the waxmyrtles in St. Tammany Parish grow wild, and very profuse.
At one time salt works were a very profitable business. During the Civil War blockade, salt sold for as high as 515 a bushel. There were artesian wells that emitted brine, and this was put into shallow pans to let the water evaporate, leaving the salt. This industry too went by the wayside. when modern mining methods made salt much quicker and cheaper.
At one time a field near Abita Springs was covered with Easter lilies. They grew
250,000 to a half acre, and looked like a dream. They literally were. The dream of Peter Chopin, a New Orleans florist who crossed the Louisiana Creole lily with the Japanese ginganteum. He experimented patiently for 10 long years before he produced the perfect blossom. Hopes ran high for this beautiful flower; so in demand on special occasions. Abita Springs seemed the ideal place to grow the lily and Chopin's bulbs were planted in the area. Now not a single lily Is yet alive. They all died in the freeze of 1915.
For years men slashed pine trees and collected pine gum from living tree. Now few "bleed" trees, because it is easter to cut them down and send them to the pulpmill. Yet there to a high price for pine gum, and the living tree can produce 8 times more rosin and turpentine than the cut tree. And even after it has been bled for several years, it is still marketable for lumber or pulpwood. With the same amount of rosin and turpentine to be extracted by the cooking process.
Today the emphasis is on speed and convenience. A local idiom expresses it perfectly. "Forget about the mules. Just load the wagon." Trucks and automobiles go faster, modern machinery moves more logs, and who wants to dig vetiver roots, wash them, dry them, and put them in the linen closet. An aerosol can is handy. . . so the old occupations die away. Slowly but very very surely.
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