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A Mardi Gras Love Story

A Mardi Gras Love Story

After many years of celebrating Fat Tuesday in New Orleans, this Mardi Gras love story still resonates for me. I get a little teary when I read this story and I always think of these lovers when I drive through the CBD and across these famous streets.

Antique Mardi Gras

The Immigrant

In the year 1768, escaping the poverty of France and imprisonment on an English ship, a young French immigrant landed at the port of New Orleans determined to make a success of himself in the new world. Ambitious, hardworking, driven and full of ideas, a young Julien de Lallande Poydras stood ready to make a noise in Louisiana. 

A Mardi Gras Love Story

As the Fete de Mardi Gras, 1769 approached, young Julien was ready. With an empty belly and a head full of ideas, Julien resolved to use the celebration as a business platform. He’d be masqued; no one would notice his poverty. He’d be rubbing shoulders with the best families in New Orleans. This was not a party for Julien, it was an opportunity.

The Romance of Mardi Gras

A Mardi Gras Love Story

As it is to this day, Mardi Gras 1769 was filled with romance. The city overflowed with music and wine, celebration and a sense of joyous abandonment that verged on the reckless. And Julien, determined though he was, succumbed to the magic of the day. He met a lovely girl. They danced and drank and fell in love. Julien vowed to go to her family and ask for her hand as soon as the 40 days of Lent had passed. Through letters, they promised to stay close to one another and they did. Julien left New Orleans right after Easter bound for her home on a bayou of West Baton Rouge.

The Proposal

Krewe of Comus

He must have been planning even as he trekked past the walls of Rampart Street and through the swampy country that surrounded the city. He must have planned how he’d use her dowry to establish a home and a business for the two of them. Imagine his disappointment when he reached the address she’d given him. No family plantation met him at the end of his journey, only a tiny ramshackle fishing hut. He knew no dowry would come with that sweet girl and, though he loved her, Julien was practical. He turned and, with a broken heart, walked back to New Orleans without knocking on the door.

Bayou Parishes

Lost Love

Pen Pal

But her letters continued to come. She was sure some misfortune kept Julien from coming. She wrote for a year, the hope gradually draining from her letters. So touched was Julien that he decided to go back to the bayou to find her, dowry or no. But this time, he was greeted by a funeral wreath on the door of the humble shack. The people on the bayou knew little of her, only that she’d come from France and had no family at all. They took him to her grave. It was marked with a little stone on which was inscribed simply “Dormir, perdida”, “sleep, lost one”.

The Redemption

Julien Poydras

Julien de Lallande Poydras never married. He was named the first delegate from the Territory of Orleans to the United States House of Representatives and amassed an enormous fortune, much of which was endowed upon his death to an asylum for women, a home for orphaned girls and, most importantly, it was used to provide dowries to the many poor and nameless women who immigrated to the Territory of Orleans. Women from the bayous of West Baton Rouge received dowry cheques from Julien Poydras right up until the middle 1950’s.

There is a major street in the Central Business District of New Orleans named for Julien Poydras and next to it…one named Perdido. Together at last.

Happy Mardi Gras!

The Mardi Gras

1 Comment

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    Hannah

    September 27, 2022

    Brides in West Baton Rouge Parish still receive Poydras dowries. The money was set up into a trust for this purpose 🙂

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