MISS DIXIE, MAY YOU REST IN PEACE AND RISE IN GLORY

From NOLA.com:

Whoever said good booze and good times wasn't healthy hadn't met Yvonne “Miss Dixie” Fasnacht, the quirky, plain-talking, and fun-loving lesbian owner of two infamous New Orleans gay bars. When Fasnacht died last Sunday, in her Metairie, Louisiana home, she was 101.

Dixie’s Bar of Music became a place where LGBT folks mingled comfortably with luminaries like Helen Hayes, Danny Kaye, Walter Cronkite, and more than one congressman, long before coming out of the closet was considered an option. According to NOLA.com, Dixie's was opened on St. Charles Ave. in the Central Business District in 1939. A decade later she moved it to Bourbon Street in the French Quarter.
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Despite that lofty reputation, “it was a gay bar,” said Frank Gagnard, a former Times-Picayune critic, who was a customer.

“It was more a social center than it was a pickup bar,” he said. “It was where gay people went to meet friends. Miss Dixie didn’t allow any hanky-panky at all.”

Why call Miss Dixie's bars 'infamous'? That is wrong. 'Famous' would have done nicely. Miss Dixie did not allow hanky-panky. She ran classy bars.

The bar got its name because Ms. Fasnacht, a lifelong New Orleanian, was a musician who played the saxophone and clarinet and pounded the tambourine.

In her youth, she joined a local group called the Harmony Maids. When the Smart Set, an all-girl band, came to town and the saxophone player left, Ms. Fasnacht filled in.

The band later called her to join the musicians in Pittsburgh, where, Ms. Fasnacht said in a 1996 interview, she saw snow for the first time.

Because that bowled her over, one of the musicians said, “We’re not calling you Yvonne anymore. We’re calling you Dixie,” Ms. Fasnacht said in the interview. “Anyhoo, I’ve been Dixie ever since.”

I read a whole, long piece on Miss Dixie several weeks ago, but I can't remember where, and I have not been able to find a link online.

Miss Dixie was a fixture, a character, one of many who would have been labeled eccentric in many places, but she blended in easily with the great diversity which is New Orleans.

Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant Yvonne. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive her into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light. Amen.

Grant, O Lord, to all who are bereaved the spirit of faith and courage, that they may have strength to meet the days to come with steadfastness and patience; not sorrowing as those without hope, but in thankful remembrance of your great goodness, and in the joyful expectation of eternal life with those they love. And this we ask in the Name of Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen.

Picture from the Advocate.

Thanks to David@Montreal and Doug for sending links to the story.