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Memories Of A Time Gone By
After reading the post by Regina and others on this forum, I figured that I would share some of my memories with you all. First of all, I'm not a writer and nor do I profess to be, so bear with me.
Memories of a time gone by
I grew up out side of a small Louisiana town called Minden. My neighborhood was called Thompson Quarters and I can vividly remember playing on the dirt roads that ran thru out it. Most of the homes there were called shotgun houses, the kind that you can look into the front door and see out of the back door.
Most of the homes in our neighborhood didnít have bathrooms, and we would have to empty the pot each morning into the out house. I can remember going to the out house and climbing upon and squatting over the seat, because I was scared to sit down on it, afraid that something would bite me. My father is a plumber and we had the first inside bathroom installed into our house. My older brother and I dug the holes for the septic tank and all the field lines, even though we were only 8 and 9 years old.
I remember helping out around the house, we all had chores. My sisters help mother inside the house and us boys helped my father do the out side work, such as cutting the grass, raking leaves, feeding the pigs, chickens, and cows, and hoeing in the garden. When I was young, I could not understand why daddy made us work so hard, but now that Iím older, I thank him. We even rebuilt our house, which started out with only a kitchen and 2 bed rooms. When we finished it had 3 bedrooms(one for mom and dad, one for the boys, and one for the girls), a kitchen, living room, dinning room, an inside bathroom, a utility room, and a one car garage. All this was done in addition to going to school and doing home work, which was a must at our house, along with going to church on Sunday.
I canít remember us having a lot of money back then, but we always had a roof over our head, clothes on our backs and plenty of food to eat. I still have fond memories of us fishing on Dorchet Bayou, my father and uncles would take all the boys in our families to set out trout lines on a Friday night. We would catch a couple of number 3 Tubs of fish and then the families would have a big fish fry the next day. I also remember my father, uncles and their families coming together on the coldest day of the year to kill hogs. Some times we would Slater 6 hogs in one day. The women would always cook some of the fresh meat, along with vegetables grown in our gardens. We would cut up the meat, pack it down in salt for a few days, then we would wash it in warm water, hang it up in the smoke house and smoke it for 3 days or until dad said it was ready.
I remember waking up in a house full of beautiful smells. Waking up to the scent of coffee brewing, ham, grits, eggs and home made biscuits cooking. Sometimes when I get off work from a night shift, I head to mothers house to have breakfast and a good conversation with her, since my wife is at work and kids are in school, and we talk about how things has changed. I still find time to visit Grand maís house. Sometime I park my truck at her house, get on a 4 wheeler, and go on the back 80 to deer hunt. I can never seam to stay on my deer stand long, because an hour or so after I get there, the aroma of southern cooking fills the air. I guess that my cousins have the same thoughts as I do, because when I get back to Grand Ma house, they are washing up and getting ready to eat also.
As you can tell by now, we have a very close family and we do a lot of things together. One day while at one of these meals, I started talking to Grand Ma and she started talking about her life, growing up the baby of 18 children, during the early nineteen hundreds and this is what got me interested in my family history. That was in 1999 the first year I visited Afrigeneas and I have been reading post every since.