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About Jolene

JoleneWhen I was a little girl (yes, that’s right… it’s a childhood story… so just suck it up and deal with it okay?) I looked forward all week long to Saturday night. It was a sure bet that my older siblings would leave the house for a few hours to do gawd knows what, which would leave me and my little sister at home with the folks.

We would pop a big ol’ tin of Jiffy Pop (the kind that poofed up in the silver ball… remember that one?) Lawrence Welk came on at 6, and Grandma would sit sideways in her rocking chair, which was very strange because she would have to turn her head to watch TV. It didn’t make sense at all. We figured it was so she could keep an eye on us kids, to make sure none of us was “acting a fool” in the next room, but I digress… By the end of the show, Grandma was whipped into a patriotic frenzy and had filled her week’s quota of bulk-laxative commercials (Remember that Serutan stuff?)

It was time for the lineup that would rival any ‘must see’ TV of today. All In The Family, M*A*S*H, Mary Tyler Moore, The Bob Newhart Show and, my all-time favorite, The Carol Burnett Show. I used to wish I lived with Eunice, Ed and “Mama”… oh wait … I totally did!!!

I loved Carol and all the incredibly funny characters that were brought to life on that show. Each one identifiable, relatable and certifiable! You could sense the pure joy they felt in putting that hour together. They loved it and they brought that feeling right into our living rooms! They weren’t trying to change the world, just give us a little break from all the crap that was going on in it.
Me at 18 at a local station.
My show is simple, silly and delicious. Even the most crotchety old crotch and ill-est of ill-pills will surely pee their pants if they allow themselves to relax and forget their troubles for a spell. No politics, no bitching, no bashing.

The characters I create are based on people we all know… people we like… people we don’t like… our families… our friends… co-workers we really can’t stand but have to stomach every day because, well, because we have to… people in the grocery store… people at the DMV… they’re EVERYWHERE!
And for the voices I cannot muster up, I am blessed to be surrounded by a group of incredibly talented people. To the Roxbury Task Force, I give all my love and admiration!

We do get a little silly up in here and we plan to keep on doing it, 1000 watts at a time!


Not The Titanic, Y'all

The Roxbury Family History

I’ve traced my ancestors to France in the mid-1700’s. However, we begin in the 1800’s with an account of the lives of a courageous young couple who gave up all they knew for a dream they both shared.

Auguste Bertrand and his new wife Louise Fitch (my great-great-great grandparents) set out from their home in Bordeaux in search of a new life.

They gathered what belongings they could carry, sold what little was left and headed out to sea.

They spent five months aboard a ship plagued by violent storms and illness until finally coming ashore at a trading post in Acadia. The Bertrands thanked God they made it safely and eventually migrated south where they settled deep in the bayous of Louisiana and raised many children.

My great-great grandmother, Emma Isadora Bertrand was born on January 15, 1849. Emma was raised, along with her brothers and sisters, in the home built by her pioneering parents, Auguste and Louise. It was there in the bayou, where Emma met her husband Francois Delatte. They too were blessed with many children, and on February 23, my great-grandmother Eve Auguste Delatte was born.

Eve married my great-grandfather, Alexis LeBoeuf on December 28, 1893 in a small church in Chacahoula, Louisiana. Like the Bertrands, the LeBoeufs also migrated from Bordeaux, France in search of a better life. Alexis’ parents were Theophile Etienne LeBouef and Mary Philomene Cauliet. Both Theophile and Eve’s brother fought in the Civil War and were captured in Vicksburg, Mississippi on July 4, 1863.

Coat of Arms

My grandmother, Marie Monique LeBoeuf was the fifth of seven children born to Eve and Alexis. She was only three years old when her mother died of complications during the birth of her youngest sibling. Grandma remembered asking her daddy, “Is she asleep?” then leaning up to kiss her mother’s cheek. She was too young to remember much else.

Grandma married a merchant seaman in New Orleans (Merrill Busch). They had three children, one of whom they called Te Bug (That’s my mama!). Grandma passed away in 1996, but while she was with us, she told us all the stories she could remember. Of particular interest is a funny one about a man named Willie Pete who used to run drunk through the bayou (I’m sure there are quite a few of these stories…) I spent a lot of my childhood in Louisiana and visit my relatives there every chance I get.

My accent is a combination of the people I was raised around. You ought a hear them!

If you’ve got any crazy bayou stories, send them on! I love hearing them. Who knows… we might be related…. ain’t all the bayou folk related? Logs have mercy!!!