A Gift from Clyde Vincent.

Inspired by the stories of his 95-year old grandmother years ago, Mr. Clyde Vincent has dedicated most of his life to learning and keeping Cajun traditions & stories alive.  Growing up in Port Neches’ neighborhood deemed “Little Abbeville”, he found his passion to rest in Cajun history and genealogy.  Respected by many, he served as the president of Les Acadianes du Texas, a cajun cultural club in East Texas, for 30 years. In my grandfather’s words, “He is very honest, sincere and dedicated to Cajun culture…that is Clyde’s life.”

Yesterday I went to meet Mr. Vincent with my grandparents in his Beaumont home.  At one point, I shared with him that I’m learning Cajun songs on the banjo…but that maybe one day I’ll pick up a guitar so I can play along with other, more traditional, players.  This morning, he called.  He wanted to give me his guitar.

I headed over this afternoon to meet Clyde again.  We sat on his couch and talked.  He showed me his library of Cajun books.  A kind, gentle soul…this man knows Acadian/Cajun history and genealogy like the back of his hand.  He talked to me about raconteurs, traditional storytellers, and traiteurs, traditional faith healers.  I listened. I listened more.  In the end, Mr. Vincent expressed his disappointment and sadness for the dwindling numbers of club members attending Les Acadianes du Texas. He hopes the club can sustain itself until he has passed, because it would be far too painful to watch it fall apart while he’s still alive.  “People are getting old and there are so few interested in keeping it going”, he expressed.

I can only imagine what it would feel like to put your heart into something for so long…only to see it fade away with time.  I reassured him that I have seen many young people interested in keeping traditional Cajun music going.  I also told him the story of friend of mine that caught wind of a mother speaking Cajun french to her baby in a San Francisco grocery store!  But ultimately, I ended with a loss for words. What he says is true…some things are disappearing with my grandparent’s generation.

I suppose this is where we come in.  Ways to honor Cajun culture looks different for everyone, but caring goes a long way.  It’s one day later…and I have a beautiful guitar.  I’m signed up to attend the Louisiana Folk Roots Music Camp next week in Lafayette and when I get back to Port Neches in a few weeks, I’ll be heading over to Clyde’s house.  He promised me an interview…and I promised him a song.  Beautiful pastimes and connections are finding places to rest and awaken…one step at a time.


9 thoughts on “A Gift from Clyde Vincent.

      • I’m SO glad for YOU that you got to meet this incredible man NOW!
        He has been my friend since 1982. He is someone whom I respect and admire. Even- keel. Sincere. Lover of his language and culture. A man of high integrity. Treasure that guitar. Sounds just like him to give it to you.

        Brenda Mounier

  1. God love this loving generous man!!!!! Lisa will make you proud Clyde! The guitar is absolutely beautiful!!!!! Can’t wait to hear her play Cajun songs on it 🙂

    • Ernie,
      How lucky you are to call him “Dad”!
      He and I have been friends since 1982 when he called to ask me to teach a Cajun French class in Port Neches. (I was teaching in Vinton at the time.) The place was FILLED. Ages 7 to 74! It was incredible how hungry they were for a link to their roots. Some had no Cajun roots at all, but came out of love for or curiosity of these people who had settled among them “way back when” in East Texas. For years, this unassuming man has been, in his quiet & diligent way, promoting, celebrating, and bringing to its rightful place of respect the Cajun Culture that was years ago the object of denigration by several factions in that area. He enriched the lives of so many. I wonder how many realize and appreciate this…..? I am honored to call him my friend.

    • Your father touched so many lives! He will live on in the hearts of everyone he inspired! God Bless this wonderful man for his compassion & love! My parents & my daughter, Lisa thought the world of him! You must feel so proud of your amazing Dad!

      Hugs ❤️❤️❤️

  2. Sable,
    I wish I had met him. I have heard so many good stories about him. I imagine his grandmother knew both your grandmother and mine from the old days in Maurice.
    Thanks for the article.
    T-Lou Vincent

  3. I also grew up in little abbyville. Im pretty sure the houses have been torn down today, but it was like entering the “Twilight Zone” going in there. All of the houses looked out for each other, when someone started trouble with one, the entire block came out.

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