TALES FROM THE BAYOU: The Sounds of Home


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I’m a very visual person so I was quite surprised by the list I was able to come up with when working on this week’s bayou tale. Some of the sounds on my list I still hear today while others were only heard during my childhood and will live forever in the corners of my mind.




My mother loved westerns. I  mean REALLY loved westerns. So I knew every week when Little Joe, Hoss, Adam, and Ben Cartwright was on the television I would be humming that theme song for days afterwards.


2. GRAND OLD OPRY music…


My mother also loved country music. I don’t mean the contemporary artists of today but ones like Buck Owens, Roy Clark, Minnie Pearl, Grandpa Jones…you get the idea. Why I didn’t even realize there WAS anything other than the Grand Old Opry style of music until I was way into my teens.




My father was extremely proud of his Cajun heritage so if I wasn’t listening to old country artists, I was listening to what people these days call Zydeco music. My sister doesn’t care for it much but I LOVE the sound of accordions and fiddles when I’ve got the time to listen.




Summer nights on the bayou would be filled with those sounds…sometimes loud enough to drown out conversations but mostly more like white noise in the background of my childhood. I even had a funeral service for a grasshopper once but that’s a story for another time.




This sound is probably one of my favorites because Janet and I would play a game all summer long with one particular fan at our house. There was no such thing as central air conditioning back then so if you didn’t want to die from the sweltering heat and humidity, you had fans all around the house. One of us would stand in front of the fan on the inside of the house and the other would be outside. Just like the distorted voices you could hear through those childhood tin can telephones, my sister and I would take turns shouting into the fan blades from the outside and then fall into giggle fits as the rippling, distorted voice tumbled into the house from the whirling blades. You can do the same thing with a oscillating floor fan but there was danger involved in our game because there was no protective covering on the back of the fan so you never wanted to get too close to those blades.




When my grandmother was still alive, I would sometimes visit her house that sat next to one of the two main roads leading through our little town. At night I would lie with the bedroom windows open and listen to the sound of traffic swooshing past Grandma’s house. I would wonder what faraway places all those people were traveling to and eventually be lulled to sleep by the big rigs passing by.




I grew up during a time of sitting on front porches on lazy summer days, knowing your neighbors by their first name, not having to lock your front door at night, and realizing when Mother sounded that dinner bell you had about 5 minutes or less to drop whatever you were doing and get home. She didn’t have to shout and beware the consequences for ignoring it but there was still a comfort in hearing the sound of that bell.

If I think real hard this list could continue to grow with the sounds echoing from my distant childhood. Some of the sounds are not ones I would care to hear again but we all have the freedom to choose how our past will be remembered. I choose to cherish the good sounds of my youth and let those memories shine a compassionate light on the darker days. After all, what kind of writer would I be if I can’t spin a positive tale for my readers?




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International best selling, award-winning author, Donna L Martin, has been writing since she was eight years old. She is a 4th Degree Black Belt in TaeKwonDo by day and a ‘ninja’ writer of children’s picture books, chapter books, young adult novels and inspirational essays by night. Donna is a BOOK NOOK REVIEWS host providing the latest book reviews on all genres of children’s books, and the host of WRITERLY WISDOM, a resource series for writers. Donna is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators and Children’s Book Insider. She is a lover of dark chocolate, going to the beach and adding to her growing book collection. Donna’s latest book, LUNADAR: Homeward Bound (a YA fantasy), is now available in eBook and print form from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books A Million, and other online retailers.

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4 thoughts on “TALES FROM THE BAYOU: The Sounds of Home

  • March 4, 2019 at 3:20 pm

    I have a couple of sounds you didn’t mention. The music coming from the skating rink when it was set up on the empty lot by our house. It was loud and I loved it. Grandma’s house was across from the railroad tracks. When we were there at night, I loved listening to the trains passing through town, especially when the whistles blew.

    • March 4, 2019 at 4:30 pm

      I very vaguely remember the skating rink, Janet, but fondly remember the trains. Oh, how I loved the sound of those trains!

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

  • March 5, 2019 at 1:42 am

    I liked this. If it ever appears on my FB feed, I’ll respond in detail.


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