AS SUMMER petered to a close in St. James Parish, wild black cherries were in season. That’s when we helped Daddy macerate the cherries in crock jars filled with brandy. Slowly, autumn arrived on the river, which meant harvesting persimmons, pecans, mandarins, squash, and, of course, sugarcane. Before we knew it, bonfire season was upon us.
When the last school bell rang indicating that Thanksgiving vacation had begun, all hands were on deck to start gathering the necessary tools to create St. James Parish’s best bonfire for the Christmas season. Now, it always seemed that a leader with managerial skills somehow “rose to the surface,” so to speak. As the second-eldest Folse son, I quite often took that position.
In our early years, we made the traditional cone or pyramid-style…
