A Louisiana Christmas, 1950

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In a family photograph from New Iberia, 1950, six-year old George Rodrigue stands dressed as a cowboy on Christmas morning, an only child surrounded by symbols of the time: a Radio Flyer red wagon; promotional Coca-Cola Santa Clauses (in multiples because his dad traded them on a brick-laying job); a dartboard featuring Little Black Sambo*, a reality of a bigotry so culturally ingrained that no one in young George’s world thought twice about it; and a photograph on the fireplace mantle of cousin Nootsie, a fighter pilot shot down during World War II.

George Rodrigue, 1950, New Iberia, Louisiana
  • George Rodrigue, 1950, New Iberia, Louisiana

I see the fireplace bricks George’s father laid ever-so-straight with his bare hands, and I wonder at the Christmas ornaments, heirlooms of school projects, world travels, and craft fairs in my own childhood (still hanging on our tree today). And yet by the time George and I married in 1997, the Rodrigue family long ago wrote off their ornaments as junk, flickering only within George’s mother’s aging and Depression-influenced memory. I asked her, a woman who had not decorated a tree in forty-seven years:

Where do I find your ornaments?

“I threw those out years ago,” she explained, her mild dementia drifting in and out, “when I turned the attic into a studio for Baby George. Daddy installed a window unit, our first air conditioner, and I listened to that whirring machine all night while George painted.”

…at which point she twirled her hands in a disco move, the same gesture she made each time she talked about the floodwaters of 1927 rolling into New Iberia.

If you ask George he’ll tell you that he had a happy childhood. He might point out, while laughing, that this Christmas, 1950, was the last time he received a gift from Santa Claus or his parents. According to his mother, his father went overboard, giving him more than enough gifts at age six to last a lifetime. It was also the last year the family would ‘waste money’ on a tree.

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For me, the strongest image in this holiday photograph is of a lone boy, an only child who, despite dozens of nearby cousins, spent Christmas with a Coca-Cola Santa, Little Black Sambo, and his aging parents, his father well into his fifties and his mother getting close.

At the same time, I see a boy blissfully lost in his imagination, a cowboy enthralled with the Lone Ranger Radio Show and a growing obsession with 1950s memorabilia that continues today.

In 1978 Rodrigue traded a landscape with Rodney Fontenot (the Ragin' Cajun) for a 1950s coke box.  He then painted a record of the transaction.  Today, he stores his paints in the coke box, and the painting of his old friend hangs on the wall of his studio.
  • George Rodrigue
  • In 1978 Rodrigue traded a landscape with Rodney Fontenot (the Ragin' Cajun) for a 1950s coke box. He then painted a record of the transaction. Today, he stores his paints in the coke box, and the painting of his old friend hangs on the wall of his studio.

At the time of this Christmas photograph, Earl Long was Governor of Louisiana. Our state's politics, not unlike today, spewed both personal and public drama, particularly concerning Earl’s voluptuous friend, Blaze Starr, along with his increasing mental health problems. Segregation was the norm in this small southern town, and young George grew up with both his parents’ and society’s pervasive racism, an ugly reality he probably didn’t recognize until he served with the National Guard during the Selma to Montgomery marches of 1965.

The young George in this photograph could not know of the polio outbreaks and the resulting panic around the corner. (Today he says that the outbreaks were nothing new, but that television made it appear so, because everyone saw the ill children and the iron lungs for the first time). He could not know that three years after this Christmas of 1950, he too would contract polio, a disease that ultimately lead to his discovery of art when his mother brought him paint-by-number and modeling clay to cure his sick-bed boredom.

I look at this Christmas photograph of Baby George, as his family called him, and I think about my own childhood, about how I still feel like a young girl, as though it all happened last month. And yet, just recently, as I read a Nancy Drew book aloud to my godchild, I found myself horrified at the racial slurs prevalent throughout the series I adored as a child. Apologizing to her mother for my insensitive reading choice, I altered the text and continued, with hopes of sheltering today’s child from something I brushed over without notice some thirty-five years ago.

Andre Rodrigue and Santa Claus, 1979

Finally, I look at George's childhood photograph and I see an odd mix of the typical postcard-like Ozzie-and-Harriet American Christmas blended with a sad reality of the times: a cousin lost to war, a mother forever wounded by the Great Depression, a country and culture steeped in racism. I see the reason why George grumbles, only for a moment, each year as I unpack the decorations until, like me, he’s transformed by the twinkling lights, eggnog, and Elvis as we sit together in our living room, recalling with sentimental yet, in some cases, disturbing nostalgia the holidays past while treasuring every moment of the current Christmas season.

Peace and joy to you and yours-

Wendy Rodrigue (Dolores Pepper)

—this story continues at "Musings of an Artist's Wife" with the post "Happy Christmas," linked here-

—for related posts see "The Artist's Mother" and "The Artist's Father"

—*in the book A Blue Dog Christmas (Stewart, Tabori & Chang, 2000) we used digital technology to remove Little Black Sambo from this photograph. I debated doing the same here but changed my mind as I tried to paint a picture of the times. I also found this article by Michael Mahon of interest: “Revisiting Racially Offensive Book Characters in Children’s ‘Classics’.” It is my sincere hope that I have not caused offense with my words and images in this post

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