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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.
Tales of summer fun, from crawfishing to not dancing
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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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