Southern Fried Chicken

I remember going to Mardi Gras parades and seeing fried chicken being sold on the street. There really wasn’t any Mardi Gras in Madisonville—everybody left for New Orleans in hay trucks. Sometimes I could go, but usually my father wouldn’t let us miss school.

We would go to see the Zulu parade, which was on Claiborne Avenue from Canal Street to St. Bernard Avenue. Claiborne was lined with beautiful oaks then. Some of the people held open houses on Claiborne, for their friends. The s