During the depression, in the early thirties, my mother and I visited her brother each summer. My uncle Louis had several children, a son, Otis, my age, about 8 or 9,, and another son, Bill, a son, Lynn, and a daughter, Lucille, who was older than I. (I didn’t think she was, I thought I was just as old as she was.) They lived near Alexandria, maybe not traditional French country, there were a great many French speaking people who lived there – they did not speak textbook French, but a patois. It gave such a lilt to their speech.

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  1. Where are these wonderful times? Why cant we do things like this again. Turn off the tv, put away the note pads, shut off the cell phones and learn how to have a good time. Good clean fun.Happy times to tell your grandchildren.

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