A Place Called Desire

"the community that care forgot"

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    • Gordon Plaza When We Fight-We Win
    • A Different Kind of Summer
    • Stepping Into Easter
    • The Christmas Fruitcake
    • A Street Called Desire
    • Summer Fun: An Essay for A Place Called Desire
    • Friday Night Feast
    • Memories of Desire – The Record Truck
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By Lagniappe Les

Gordon Plaza When We Fight-We Win

Finally, a monetary victory win for the people of Gordon Plaza. Justice prevailed but the journey was not easy. Homeownership in the Desire neighborhood did not go as planned, as citizens were sold homes endorsed by local politicians and the federal government in the late 1970s. Unfortunately, the subdivision was constructed on land that was a toxic former landfill (Agriculture Street Landfill). The neighborhood also contained a school that was relocated from the nearby Desire Housing Project, Moton Elementary and a senior citizen center. The young and old of this neighborhood were both put in harms way. From lead poisoning, respiratory illnesses, cancers and death, this community fell prey to toxic chemicals. DDT, a chemical (dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane) used to offer protection from the many harmful insects, only added to the unsafe environmental condition.

when we fight
Photo Credit: Tod A. Smith – October 2023

August 2005 only proved to be a further hindrance to the community, when Hurricane Katrina made landfall. The soil mitigation used to renew the environment was compromised when the floodwaters inundated the area. Esteemed environmental scientist Wilma Subra findings from retesting the soil forced the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) to reinvestigate the site. Thus reinforced the fight, and the residents of this tarnished community pushed further and harder. While other areas of the city were improving, this area had tougher battles to overcome including the federal government holding back Road Home (FEMA) funding.

Gordon Plaza

The Residents of Gordon Plaza, led by Shannon Rainey and others, went into battle and prevailed in the end. It was not an easy journey. Many did not make it. They succumbed to various illnesses that could have been caused by their environment. The residents were compensated for their homes enabling them to relocate. It does not erase the fact that lives were lost, families were hurt and a community destroyed. During the timeframe of 2001-2015, it is documented in the Louisiana Tumor Registry, that this area held the second-highest rates of cancer in the state of Louisiana. 

When They Fought. They Won.

Filed Under: Articles, Documentary, Gordon Plaza, Memories Tagged With: Desire Community, Gordon Plaza, Landfill

By Lagniappe Les

Stepping Into Easter

Easter Shoes

easter outfit

Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays. The flowers are blooming, the grass is greener, and the weather in New Orleans is about the best that it can be. Not too hot, not too cold. As a child, Easter always meant a new pair of shoes to compliment the new Easter dress crafted by my Mom, or on occasion, purchased from one of the local department stores on Canal Street. My Mom loved a good pair of shoes, which has passed down to me, my siblings and our kids. She had the best taste and knew not only quality fabric, but also the best shoes that would last and be passed down to each other or other members of our extended family, there were many, after we outgrew. No shoes ever crossed the threshold for street wear without first getting a set of taps. Getting those taps usually meant a walk “across the tracks” at Holmes’ Shoe Shop on Florida Avenue. I think myself and my siblings were happy when plastic taps, although not as durable as metal, were made. It made our footsteps and our lives a little quieter. I even had them on my school shoes and always tried to walk quietly to not attract attention to myself.

Louisa Transferred to Desire

Public Service busses, Louisa transferred to Desire, was our mode of transportation. If the Louisa bus was taking too long, be prepared to walk ”out front.” The sales of Canal Street waited for no one, and you best believe, my Mom Etta, knew where to find them. The early bird is known to get the worm, so we were usually at our destination, Imperial Shoe Store at the corner of Bourbon and Canal Streets, quite early. So early that the store employees would be hosing the sidewalks down preparing for the barrage of Saturday shoppers. Yes, young folks reading this and I’m honored that you are, vendors actually cleaned the sidewalks.

My Mom Always Had a Shopping List

easter shoes

There were many mothers that had the same plan as we did, because the line to get inside the store was usually long. Numbers were given out and people stood in line never complaining, just patiently waiting their turn to take the elevator up to the children’s shoe. If blessed, the size and shoe that my Mom chose was available. If not and it was a little larger, it was purchased anyway, and Kleenex was used until it fit like it should. I’m thankful that if the size was too small, it remained in the store. Grabbing a pair of nylon socks off the rack (I hated those because they always slid down in your shoes), the bill was paid and we were back in the hustling crowd of Canal Street. My Mom always had a shopping list each and every Saturday and was on a mission to get everything she needed on that trip. A bag of popcorn was usually purchased from the small Woolworth’s next to Imperial to keep us happy and fed until we made it down to McCrory’s for a hamburger and a drink.

Back on the Desire Bus

Back on the Desire bus, we headed home with bags and memories that I didn’t realize at the time I would keep with me for a lifetime. When the shoe was on the other foot, and I became a mom, Et often insisted on purchasing the boy’s Easter shoes. Of course, I wasn’t turning down that opportunity. Looking back, I guess it brought back happy memories to her; even though Canal Street was no longer the mega shopping destination it had been, Barry’s would be our destination for many years.

Many Easter Shoes

This is my first Easter as ”GEM,” and am looking forward to becoming the purchaser of many Easter shoes in Landon’s future while making a few memories along the way. Although this will not be the year, but I’m eyeing a pair of powder blue saddle oxfords that will definitely be on my list💙Memories last a lifetime. Happy Easter Shopping to All

Filed Under: Desire Street Names, History, Memories, Stories Tagged With: Canal Street Shopping, Easter in Desire

By Lagniappe Les

The Christmas Fruitcake

The Christmas Fruitcake made its appearance at my childhood home every year. It was my Dad’s tradition, and he kept it going well into his senior years. Now that I think back, I can’t remember when the production stopped. All I remember is that it traveled from uptown New Orleans to downtown Desire .

Smitty in Kitchen

Smitty in the Kitchen

I do know one thing for sure, and I hated them. I can remember making Schwegmann’s runs with him to get his ingredients. It was all done from scratch, from flour and brown sugar to plastic containers that held the jellied and dried fruit and unshelled nuts. While I watched the steps he took (note nothing was written down), it encompassed hours. It was just a given that on this day, if you wanted to eat at the only table in the house, you should make plans before production started. The ingredients covered the whole table. There was a metal grinder (I wish I had held on to that) that he hooked to the edge of the table and would meticulously combine his ingredients. It all ended up in the roasting pan and mixed together, poured into disposable metal loaf pans, and baked. The aroma stayed around longer than the fruitcakes. They were handed out to welcome hands. It’s amazing how relatives from both sides of the family would show up, all leaving out with a loaf. I remember a few being shipped to California one year to one of his uptown New Orleans friends who had relocated. No dollars ever changed hands: just fruitcakes and warm holiday best wishes.

We take so much for granted in life, assuming it will be present forever. At this moment, on this day, during this Christmas season, I would give anything for a slice of fruitcake. Not just any fruitcake. It has to be Smitty’s.

Happy Holidays❤️

Filed Under: Memories, History, Stories

By Winnie

Summer Fun: An Essay for A Place Called Desire

It is hard, as well as unfair, to stereotype, or form generalities, concerning the summers of  families in the Desire area. Because the Desire Housing Development was an unusually large housing complex, surrounded by many single family homes, it housed various family types. Consequently,  summers were as varied as the types of families occupying the area. My family, for example, was headed by a single mother which meant she had to work all summer.

the Anderson clan
Deborah Walter-Anderson, Winnifred Walter-Anderson, and Torea Walter-Anderson

Our summers were not determined by what she planned, exactly. They went according to the opportunities that were afforded us.  My grandmother’s house in south Baton Rouge was one of the opportunities Mama’s budget allowed for.  My grandmother was always willing to help my mother with her children. She had a small house, but a great big heart. She loved her grandchildren with all of her heart. We only stayed there for a couple of weeks. And sometimes she would come to New Orleans and babysit us. She baked the best tea cakes. We were always willing to share our tea cakes with our friends. But visiting Big Mama was way better than her visiting us. We were able to see our entire family when we vacationed in Baton Rouge. There was nothing better than hanging out with my cousins and visiting my aunts and uncles.

Visits from cousins was another preoccupation during the summer months. Whenever anyone or any family had cousins from out of town or from just uptown, it was an exciting time. A different face, walk, talk, or laugh was extremely fascinating. The teens in the neighborhood had a new summer crush. The new person represented someone to impress, fall in love with or envy. All emotions were heightened during the summer with the influx of new faces. My cousins did not disappoint. They were pretty. They were handsome. They were funny and quirky, or at least that’s how they appeared to my Desire friends. And they were just as eager to fall in love with my friends. Summers were indeed a blast because of their visits. This was also a time to show off our neighborhood games. These games were played all over the city but, of course, every neighborhood and in some cases, courtyards changed the rules of the games.  These games included such games as, Jacks, Chicago In, Fly In, Cool Can, Horse Shoes, Marbles, (Ice) Pick, Hop Scotch and Jump Rope, just to name a few. We spent hours playing these low budget games. They were all inclusive. There was no age, height or gender requirement, or limit. Specific skill sets were not required. Personal preferences were always a deciding factor in the formation of teams, but played a minimal role in the overall playing of the games.

There were some fortunate families in Desire who were able to travel out of town. It goes without saying that these families were fortunate enough to have two-parent homes; their father worked, and they usually owned a car. Throughout the United States, especially in the South, Blacks were restricted in their travel by racist laws and practices. This impacted summer travel plans even for families who could afford to travel. Other children were able to attend camps sponsored by organizations such as Boys and Girls Scouts, and religious organizations. There were neighborhood sports teams that entertained the community several days a week. These included girl’s softball and sandlot sports. My sister, Deborah, was a dynamic softball player.

Finally, the schools offered children some form of support during the long summer months. Summers were used for academic remediation and enrichment. Conscientious teachers thought it important to send home supplemental materials (usually discarded or outdated books.)  Many parents could not afford products that would assist their students in school or to insure that previously learned information and skills would not be lost. So many families were blessed by teachers who were forward thinkers. Summer was not just a time for playing but also for continued learning.

Winnifred A. Magee

Filed Under: Desire Housing Project, History, Memories

By Lagniappe Les

Friday Night Feast

It’s Friday Night and I peeped inside of my refrigerator and thought how my Dad would create the best meals. Determined not to spend money, I decided to go old school and made something I haven’t had in years to satisfy my hunger. A bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich aka as the All-American BLT, complete with chips. As I sat and savored each bite, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to Friday’s meals of years gone by.

My Dad, affectionately known as Smitty to us, was the primary cook in our family and did a wonderful job at it. We were not eating an abundance of fast food on his watch. I guess by the time Friday came, he was tired and sought the quickest meals to fill our bellies. He looked to his version of fast food to get us through Friday nights. It differed from what most people are accustomed to now. It was simply a meal prepared quickly from items found in the refrigerator. It was a treat to venture to Gentilly for take out at an actual fast food restaurant.

Friday Night Feast

meat pack

Fridays meant either a homemade hamburger, you know the smashed meatball type, or his version of the now popular charcuterie board. Yep, my Dad was creating these back in the 70’s. Stopping in at Schwegmann’s in Gentilly before venturing home, he would shop for everything he needed. Lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, cheeses, Blue Plate Mayo (I hated mayo back then because I knew it contained eggs), yellow mustard, fresh bread, and a large loaf of Schwegmann’s fresh bread. To satisfy the meat portion of his platter, Oscar Mayer’s Variety Pak was the go to. Arriving at the table early, allowed you to get the best choice of meat. The least favored slices took on a sad appearance as they were left uneaten.  Smitty and his Friday Nite “Fast Food” Feasts never sent anyone to bed hungry.

Friday night Smitty treat

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