My Cinco de Mayo Plans at the New Orleans Jazz Museum

Cinco de Mayo celebrations commemorate the Mexican victory over the French army during the Battle of Puebla on May 5th, 1862. From commemorating Mexico’s victory over the French Empire at the Battle of Puebla to celebrating the diverse and influential Mexican-American culture in New Orleans and nationwide, Cinco de Mayo is a day filled with festivities, love and strength.

Looking for plans? Check out where I’ll be below! Let me know if you’re coming!

Cinco de Mayo Brass Band Block Party

  • Sunday May 5, 2019
  • 10:00am- 9:00pm
  • New Orleans Jazz Museum

400 Esplanade Ave, New Orleans, LA 70116

Nola Cantina is partnering with the New Orleans Jazz Museum to present the First Annual Cinco de Mayo Brass Band Block Party on May 5th, featuring Painting with a Twist, Tacos, Tequila, music and more! There will be drink and food specials and live performances by Krewe de Mauahule, Treme Lafitte Brass Band and the Pinettes Brass Band. The celebration will take place all day, performances at the Jazz Museum begin at 6:30pm.

Free and open to the public.

Entertainment will be featured beginning at the New Orleans Jazz Museum and then moving to NOLA Cantina as the evening moves on.


10 a.m.-1 p.m., Lecco Morris (solo pianist)

1-4 p.m., MVT Latin TrioTrio

4-6 p.m., Painting with a Twist art competition 

6:30-7 p.m., Krewe du Mauhule (Latin Drum Band)

7-7:45 p.m., Treme Lafitte Brass Band

8-9 p.m., The Original Pinettes Brass Band

9 p.m.-midnight, LA Tran0K Band (10-piece Latin band)

The Krewe de Mayahuel, named after the Aztec goddess of agave, will also take the stage at the museum at 6:30 p.m. to introduce themselves, explain the significance of Mexican heritage in New Orleans and parade around the grounds before performing at the museum.

Painting with a Twist will take place at NOLA Cantina from 4:00pm to 6:00pm

Memories of My Cinco de Mayo in Minnesota

I’m usually in Minnesota for Cinco de Mayo and I must admit the Twin Cities do it the best! Sorry, New Orleans but I have to give my city a “C” when it comes to celebrating this holiday. Let’s see how tomorrow goes down, there’s a great line up at the Jazz Museum and the menu sounds tasty. There’is one factor that will bump you up to a “B” easily and that is, sweet, salty, buttery, cheesey Mexican Corn! I love it and the smell of corn roasting signifies it’s Cinco de Mayo for me!

Mexican Corn

I will miss the exciting, vibrant, lively, and festive family-friendly extravaganza in the Twin Cities. There’is the annual car show, a parade, a huge festival with stages authentic Mexican musicians, dancers and performers dressed in traditional costumes. It’s defiantly a cultural experience.

West St. Paul Cinco de Mayo

Mexican Puppets

I love my city, New Orleans and it feels like I’m cheating as I go down the Minnesota Cinco de Mayo memory and to tell you all that Nola can’t do it like the Twin Cities… But I’m thinking the festivies here aren’t as big as I believe it should be because there isn’t a huge population of Mexicans and American Mexicans.

Why do you think there’s not a Cinco de Mayo Festival in New Orleans?

Cinco de Mayo – West St. Paul

My Family: Me, my Mom and my girls
My girls

Cinco with my Mama

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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