The Widow's Buried Gold
Church Point, Acadia Parish
Recorded July 3, 1990, by C. Renée Harvison from Pierre Daigle, sixty-eight, a Cajun. Daigle, a retired schoolteacher, writes stories and composes songs, some of which have been performed by Cajun Gold, a contemporary Cajun band. He doesn't take much stock in buried money stories but believes this one was probably true.
The man whose story I'm going to tell you, as far as I know, actually lived, because I played around his grave a lot. He was buried, still buried, where we lived. He was buried in the yard where I lived. They had built a cypress picket fence around it. By the time I was old enough to know anything, the picket fence was falling apart. But it was still intact, partially.
This was a guy by the name of Fisher, which is obviously not a Cajun name. Supposedly Fisher and his wife and Fisher's wife's son, whose name was Billy, came to live in that house. Where they came from, nobody knows. The story is--and this is rumor and speculation--that he was a bank robber. He had moved into that house to sort of disappear. He was a drunk. Every time he'd go to town, he'd get drunk. This would have been Church Point, the closest town. He'd go on horseback and go to town and come back drunk and beat up on Billy.
One afternoon he came back drunk, and Billy shot him. Killed him. His wife and Billy buried him right there. That night, as it was dark, they left in the buggy, supposedly with a lot of gold. They came up to Jean Jannise, Jr.'s house. . . . The house is still there, not the house but the place. When they got there, she looked upon Jean, Jr., as a reliable man. She stopped there right after dark.
It's always after dark! He told her, "If you try to cross this forest at night, you're going to be robbed. Why don't you stay here tonight and tomorrow you can go."
Supposedly she was returning to Mississippi. That night, supposedly, she buried her money on the other side of Jean, Jr.'s house, a lot of gold. Tremendous amount of gold. She never returned, so the gold is still there. I had a friend of mine who told me that was true because all drunks have a lot of money to bury!
For more information on this and related tales, refer to the book, Swapping Stories: Folktales from Louisiana, published by University Press of Mississippi.