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She rode in the Centennial parade in a shiny convertible (that’s her in the middle).
In 1966, just six years after the Centennial, an estimated 45,000 people showed up. Laurie Ranheim, my aunt, remembers undercover State Police, camped out across the street from her house, covertly observing the cottage industry in drug trafficking. (Wahwees, in the family lexicon, are shady, unsavory types with dubious hygiene, illegal habits and little in the way of moral fortitude. Food writer Calvin Trillin, reporting from the Breaux Bridge Crawfish Festival in one of his first food dispatches for The New Yorker, laments the demise of the Cochon de Lait with no qualms about placing blame: “I am justified in holding the idea man who developed soda-pop wines personally responsible for the fact that the Cochon de Lait Festival in Mansura, Louisiana, ended before I had a chance to sample the cochon. The streets and side-yards of Mansura twinkled with shattered glass. Paul, the town’s Catholic church, didn’t escape unscathed. In the aftermath, the people of Mansura “decided to stop and rest for a while”, according to the Chamber of Commerce’s history of the festival.
This is a town that registered a population of 1,573 in the 2000 census. Think: Hippie meets redneck.) There was a lot of nudity. May the next belt-tightening in the wine industry (or the advertising industry, if that is where he’s harbored) find him in an expendable position.” At the end of the festival weekend, the way locals describe it, the town looked like Bourbon Street the Wednesday after Mardi Gras, only not as good. “I cried like a baby when they stopped the festival,” says Bordelon.
At the height of the festival’s popularity in 1972—the year Edwin Edwards was parade marshal—a reported 100,000 revelers poured into Mansura. People were sleeping—and doing other things she’s too polite to be quoted saying—in ditches. For the next 15 years, the newly dedicated Cochon de Lait Civic Center in Mansura, a pole barn attached to an open-air pavilion, was a venue without its marquee act.
Nicky Bordelon, the festival’s current president and a Mansura native, was 18 at the time. But Mansurans can’t resist an excuse for a good time, particularly one that involves the beloved pig roast.
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The only thing surprising about the rekindling of the festival in 1987 — by a younger generation of locals, many bearing the same last names of the festival’s original organizers — is that it didn’t happen sooner.