Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts

Saturday, November 25, 2023

She’s Still Standing – Can’t Keep an Old Gal Down! (neither NOLA nor me!) by Nancy Gideon


Nothing like spending Halloween in New Orleans - especially by taking a walking Haunted History Tour along the surprisingly cold, dark (and rather treacherous with their uneven walkways!) streets of the French Quarter! Musicians playing on the sidewalks and in the streets, parades of dancing costumed revelers, marching bands, tricked out cars, noise from every open doorway . . . and a mile long line waiting for the only women’s restroom! Laissez les bons temps rouler! Let those good times roll! (and just pray there’s some paper left on that roll!) No one can throw a party like NOLA!


And nothing says NOLA like the food, starting with five-course Creole fare at Tujague’s and Mamou, a visit to The Court of Two Sisters and CafĂ© Beignet for brunch, and indulging a sweet tooth at the Royal Praline Company. Thank goodness for that trudge back up the hill to work off all that yumminess!


Though it wasn’t my first (more like my fifth or sixth) visit, this old granddame of a city can always find some new way to surprise me – especially when viewing it anew through the first-time visitor eyes of my virtual assistant. And particularly when this author is getting ready to reissue expanded versions of her By Moonlight series (books 4-8) – as soon as I get the pages rescanned (since the original handwritten manuscript pages have long since disappeared during several moves).

Being unapologetically OCD, I had lists a mile long to fill every second of our rather short six-day trip (one of them spent in the airport!). Good thing since the TV in our room didn’t work (and we both brought books to read!). With so little time, so much to see, we confined our trip to the French Quarter, except for a restful tour of the Garden District via streetcar to see the old grand dame houses. The day started down the hill into the Quarter along carefully traversed broken sidewalks (which I survived only to catch my foot on a bench while dragging suitcases outside the airport when arriving back home, taking a graceless fall that tore the heck out of my shin! At least no one was there to see me. Better returning than when arriving!).


My one regret is not having enough time to do more in the Quarter, though we did make it to the Square and the Moon Walk to overlook the Mississippi and its riverboats. Power shopping will have to wait for our next trip.

Next trip? Oh, yeah!

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Nancy Gideon on the Web



Friday, August 25, 2023

“Laisse le bon temp rouler!” New Orleans Bound! by Nancy Gideon

I’m tres excited as the months (weeks and days and hours and minutes!) tick down to a reunion with my favorite city . . . New Orleans!  My Virtual Assistant and I are flying down for a research trip and to celebrate Halloween in the Crescent City! My first visit was in the ‘80s for a writers conference (also over Halloween!). It was LOVE at first sight (taste, touch, and smell)! I’ve been multiple times since then, for conferences and to celebrate one of my bestie’s wedding AND five-year renewal of vows. Each time is a like visiting an old, dear (and sometimes smelly, since I was there shortly after Katrina!) friend. What’s to love? Where do I start? 

The FOOD! Nothing like sitting down to a seafood platter walked up from the Gulf just that afternoon! And beignets! Hot dough puffs sprinkled with powdered sugar, served with a cup of artery stripping chicory coffee. Monster po’boy sandwiches no one can eat in one sitting! Grits on the side of every meal (my southern mom taught me how to eat them-salt, pepper, and butter, not syrup!). And cuisine from every country imaginable – all within walking distance. 


The SHOPS! Upscale fashions, jewelry to die for (and I bought plenty!), regional bookstores (where I add to my tarot deck collection), antiques and trendy places to get tats and piercings. Everything and anything!

Did I say TOURS?  Check out bayou swamps from an airboat to see alligators (one had an attachment to my white tennis shoe thinking it was one of the marshmallows the tour guides use to bring them up to the boats!). Who’d have thought cemeteries could be so fascinating, each with wonderful and sometimes spooky stories. Stroll down the stately drives of Antebellum homes. Take a night walk through NOLA’s dangerous past with pirates, smugglers and politicians -Oh My! Dine on the deck of a Mississippi Riverboat. Every street and building has a story – some of them spooky! Kathy Bates, anyone? There are elegant parks and Riverwalks, and musicians on every corner. Try the unexpected: Our surprise favorites were Mardi Gras World and a buggy tour through the NOLA districts.


Worried about your safety? It’s no more dangerous than any large city. Be smart. Don’t travel alone – especially after dark! Groups are good (and fun!). Make sure you tell someone where you’re going. Keep your cellphone charged. Be wary of those smiling street peddlers who want to sell you knock off watches and music CDs that are empty. Hang onto your purse/wallet like it was your favorite small pet so it doesn’t wander into someone else’s pocket. Don’t be afraid to try something – New! – in the company of friends. Who would have thought going to Lucky Chang’s to watch a drag show would be the highlight of one of our trips! (unfortunately, it is no longer there. Pout!).

New Orleans is like a sophisticated grand dame with a suspect history and stories to tell! Take the chance and take a listen. Y’all be coming back, ya hear!

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Nancy Gideon on the Web



Saturday, October 22, 2022

Most Haunted Cities in America by Tena Stetler


It's my favorite time of year, Halloween. So lets take a look at some of the Most Haunted Cities in America, plus A Vampire’s Unlikely Alliance, set in the wilds of Colorado. A Spooktacular Halloween read!


 

Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let's find out a little about my book A Vampire’s Umlikely Alliance. But first take a peek at the Most Haunted Cities in America!  

Most Haunted Cities in America

It's autumn the cool fall days are perfect for a walk on America's dark side. With the approach of Halloween, it's natural for our thoughts to conjure up ghosts, goblins, and all things that go bump in the night.  Bloody battles, shady shanghaiing practices, cities built over burial grounds, and natural disasters have left behind an unsettled past in towns throughout our country.  What better place to start than....

Salem, MA

Salem is best known for the witch trials of 1692 where mass hysteria led to more than 200 people being accused of practicing witchcraft, and ultimately 20 innocent people were executed. The tragedy has led to Salem becoming synonymous with witches and the city has embraced their history by preserving artifacts in museums and offering tours to educate visitors. The Witch House, The Salem Witch Museum, The Bewitched Statue and  Witch Trials Memorial to name a few. Yep, it's on my bucket list to spend Halloween in Salem MA. How about you?

Galveston, Texas

When the Galveston Hurricane of 1900 struck, some 8,000 lives were lost—about 6,200 more fatalities than in New Orleans' devastating Hurricane Katrina. Galveston's was the deadliest natural disaster in U.S. history, and ghost hunters say most of the town's spirits linger in its storied harbor and Victorian mansions. If that doesn’t give you goosebump, I don’t know what will, unless of course it’s Marie Laveau, the voodoo queen. Which brings us to...

New Orleans

Not much, it seems, separates the living from the dead in New Orleans. Because the town is below sea level, tombs sit above ground in the 42 cemeteries within city limits. Ghosts from the War of 1812 still hang around the French Quarter. And visitors to the grave of a prominent 1800s voodoo queen continue to leave offerings and ask for help.

Savannah, Ga.

Savannah may look like a sweet Southern belle, but she keeps a dark secret. The city was built, literally, on its dead. Homes and buildings sit atop Native American burial grounds; roads cover forgotten cemeteries of slaves and colonialists. Over the years, bloody battles, massive fires, yellow-fever epidemics, and hurricanes have taken hundreds of lives, leaving behind unsettled spirits.

Chicago

It was here, on Valentine's Day, 1929, that seven men were lined up against the wall of a garage at 2122 North Clark Street and gunned down by Al Capone and his Prohibition-era gangsters. Strange mists, screams, and machine gun sounds have all been experienced at the site; other local gangster hideaways and crime scenes are also said to be haunted.

Portland, Ore.

Beneath the cobblestoned streets of Portland's Old Town lies the legend of the Shanghai Tunnels, passageways that swirl with dark tales and hauntings. As the story goes, men who came to Portland to work—sailors, loggers, cowboys, and others—were "shanghaied," or kidnapped through trapdoors in saloons, smuggled through the tunnels to the waterfront, and sold to sea captains.

Athens, Ohio

This Ohio University town is home to the Athens Lunatic Asylum, a mental institution open from 1874 until 1993 and known for its lobotomy practices. Now a university-owned property called The Ridges, the building has its share of haunted stories, say many amateur researchers: disembodied screams, apparitions that walk the halls, and a ghostly bloodstain on the floor. Throughout campus there are several haunted dorms, sororities, and fraternities.

Last but not least on my most haunted cities list I'd be amiss if I didn’t mention Cripple Creek, Colorado. Mining District of Colorado is extremely rich in history and it is also touted to be one of the Most Haunted Places in the United States.  On Highway 67, at the base of Pike’s Peak, southwest of Colorado Springs, Cripple Creek sits at an elevation of 9,500 feet. There are mine shafts, head frames, miner’s cabins long abandoned tumbling down. A lonely stone fireplace may be all that’s left of a miners home. Standing among the rubble might cause the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. A brief visit to one of the abandoned cabins still standing, gives you a window into what it was like back in the late 1800’s or early 1900’s.  Can you imagine a more inviting place for ghost to spend Halloween?


Speaking of Halloween, what says halloween better than a Vampire? #99cents Sale! A VAMPIRE’S UNLIKELY ALLIANCE–Not what you’ve come to expect from a Vampire Tale! Join Stefan and Brandy on an exciting Romantic Fantasy that begins in Glacier National Park, winds through Australia. 

Stefan is a Native American vampire, former assassin for the Vampire Council. In a twist of fate, he now DJ’s the midnight shift for a small radio station in Whitefish, Montana, on the edge of Glacier National Park where his secret is safe until...

 Born in Ireland, Brandy now works as a park ranger and trail guide in the park. During a full moon, Stefan and Brandy’s paths cross in a near physical collision on a trail. Their attraction is immediate and undeniable, almost as if fate demanded it.

 Their union was foretold long ago in Irish folk tales where vampires and gryphons, warlocks and demons, witches and faeries must work together for the good of man and magic kind. Is a trip to Ireland the key to unraveling secrets and returning the magic?


 

Monday, May 20, 2019

The House of New Orleans

I spent this last week in New Orleans, Lousiana, for the Book Lovers Con. If you've never been, I highly recommend it. But I'm hear to talk about the city.

I had visited once a long time ago. This was my first trip back since I started writing. To me, the city is so much more than Bourbon street and Mardi Gras. As a paranormal romance author, I have to say, this city is right up my alley. It's a paranormal romance writer's playground. Plus, just a fun place to visit!

Here's what I loved most...

Architecture
I loved the difference in the different areas in architecture. The Frech Quarter with its balconied tightly woven buildings, the American townhouses held together by cables, the gorgeous shotgun houses in the Garden District. And, of course, all that wrought iron iconic of the area.


Graveyards
The above ground graveyards with their haunting beauty are both peaceful and slightly creepy to tour. Learn about the fascinating natural cremation process built into the crypts.

Voodoo
There are several Voodoo shops you can visit. Visit the Voodoo Museum. Take a tour including Marie Laveau's tomb. Get a psychic reading.


Ghost Tours
Every old city and town has its ghost stories. New Orleans, the 16th oldest city in the US, established in 1718 will, of course, have its share. Maybe more than its share, as the city has also seen a lot of devastation. Hurricane Katrina, yellow fever and smallpox epidemics, the great fires. Not to mention the usual individual tragedies that result in spirts and hauntings.

Food
You can't come to New Orleans and not sample the food. The Cajun and Creole dishes. Jambalaya, gumbo, red beans and rice, etouffee, poboys, muffaletas. The beignets and pastries. Yum, yum, yum!



Music
I LOVE jazz. Not necessarily the smooth, slow jazz. I'm more into the upbeat stuff. And New Orleans has great jazz. I got to see a street band perform, and could've stayed there all day listening.



Stories
I can't get enough of the stories. I think my favorite is about the Superdome. Which the parking garage was built, the city had to relocate a 200-year-old cemetery. Bad things started happening, and workers refused to work there. Until they hired a Voodoo priestess to perform a ritual cleansing.


See what I mean. A playground for a mind that loves to write paranormal romance. Have you visited a place that inspired you or made you wish you could read a story set there?

Monday, August 18, 2014

Summer Settings

As a writer, I love getting out of my normal, day-to-day environment to experience new sights, sounds, sensations, or smells, and hopefully translate it all in my writing. Summer getaways are a perfect opportunity to recharge the creative mind. This summer my family and I went to Florida with a stop-over in New Orleans, giving me an opportunity to visit some old haunts and spend time with my family in Orlando.

Escaping the Phoenix summer heat is what many Phoenicians try to do. Granted, surviving the four or so months of excruciating heat is often worth the blissful weather we get the rest of the year, but I don’t buy the argument that dry heat is somehow better than the humidity. I guess it’s what you’re used to, but I find the urban heat in Phoenix rather monotonous, a heavy weight dragging me down. I once went to see Pearl Jam play an outdoor concert in the summer and Eddie Vedder compared singing in the heat to someone sticking a hairdryer down your throat. Only the rain brings a sweet relief, when it chooses to bless the desert.

Our first stop, New Orleans is certainly the warm, wet blanket draped over you, but for whatever reason, unlike other humid places, that blanket is sultry. It hugs you, caresses you, lulls you to sleep with a sweet lullaby. Maybe it’s the smells wafting off the Mississippi, the Magnolias draping over rooftops, the Southern charm blended with old European sophistication, or maybe I just watched The Big Easy with Ellen Barkin and Dennis Quaid too many times. Whatever that indefinable quality that is New Orleans, I bathe in it every time I visit. And every time I visit, I stop by the Lafayette cemetery to wrap myself in the mystery and spooky charm brought to life in Anne Rice’s Lestat books. Maybe I’m just hoping to glimpse something crawling out of a masoleum J Here’s a picture we took while navigating the narrow, overgrown paths between the bodies laid to rest.

However, it was our final destination of Florida and it’s coastlines that had my anticipation running amuck. I love my Florida: its beaches, with fine, bleached sand, perfect ocean water temperatures; her back wood rivers stained tea-brown by the over-flowing Cypress trees; clouds so thick and bulbous, and green, green, lushness all around. I grew up in Florida and I forget after living in the desert just how much of a swamp the Sunshine State really is. When you’re there, the atmosphere, the greenery practically grabs you in its velvet embrace (especially the bugs, but I don’t mind it so much). It is like living in a greenhouse, but the evenings are sweet and cool, especially after a fast, hard afternoon shower. It feels so alive to me. The sounds of cicadas, the crunch of the thick green grass under your bare feet, even the textures, like this picture of barnacles on a sea tree branch.

Not to say I don’t appreciate the quiet subtlety of the desert flora and fauna, almost respectful in its cohabitation. I love nature in all its shapes and sizes, which seems so alive in the summer, so vibrant, but I have a bias. I am a child of the salt water, the currents, and the wet sand flowing through my fingers. I grew up digging for clams, dipping for shrimp, undulating with the ocean currents. These are the sights, sounds, and sensations I love the most. Speaking of sounds—with meaning, one day we took off for a small island in one of the channel rivers on the coast on my brother’s boat. The moment we arrived, we heard thrashing in one of the small trees, finding a black bird stuck in the fronds, its foot caught on a fishing line. Fishing runs in the soul blood of all Floridians and some fisher people are more responsible than others. I like to think that my family is one of the responsible ones. We never tossed used fishing line in the environment and proof positive of our care was in finding the poor trapped bird that day. It was a joy, maybe serendipitous, that we happened upon the bird that day. The boys rigged a knife on a long branch and cut the line, freeing the bird. A great start to a perfect summer day.

Mimi Sebastian

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

RT Recap

I'm back from my FIRST ever RT and it was pretty amazing, but overwhelming. VERY overwhelming for an introvert like me.

New Orleans had always been on my bucket list.

Driving there was half the fun of it as well.

YES. It was a long drive. Two days that were 10+ in length.

On the way back my traveling companions and I decided to break it up into 3 days and that worked much better.

Still, at RT I got to meet new people and connect with friends I hadn't seen in a long time.

A couple who didn't recognize me since they last saw me in 2008.

The food was AMAZING. Beignets, Cafe Au Lait and as much fresh seafood as I could get.



On the way back we stopped in Memphis, TN and I have to say Memphis is a rocking place. I never thought it would be, it was never on my bucket list.

I thought, heck we might as well stop at Graceland. I'm not a huge Elvis fan, but thought it's there.

WOW I can say if you ever get the chance to go to Graceland ...GO TO GRACELAND and then hit Beale Street and just soak in the birth place of rock n' roll.

Memphis was fantastic.


All in all I'm glad I went. It'll be a couple more years before I can get the courage to hit RT again and if I do, I hope it's closer than New Orleans (the south and my sinuses didn't get along).

Still, I'm glad I did it, but I'm happier to be home.













Saturday, May 10, 2014

Romantic Times

I've been stuck in the writing cave for far too long. It's time to break out. Seriously, I wrote FIVE books in the last year and a bit.

So I'm going to Romantic Times. Actually, as you're reading this I'm packing up. I leave on Monday May 12 for NINE days. Five of those nine are traveling back and forth from home to NOLA, but still I'm looking forward to it!

I'm hoping to do a cemetery or ghost tour. Something fun and creepy while I'm down there.

As long as I don't have to deal with gators or snakes or bugs.

*shudder*

If you'll be at Romantic Times, seek me out!

I'll be at Club RT on Wednesday May 14 at 2:30 p.m., and I'll also be at the giant book fair on Saturday!

It's Romantic Times or bust!