Category Archives: Childhood

Happy Father’s Day, Poppa

Today is Father’s Day – a day that for the past 12 years has been difficult for me. My husband and I do not have children, so Father’s day hasn’t taken on new meaning for us as parents. It’s more … Continue reading

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My Momma

I love my mom. I really do. She’s loving and caring and most importantly, she set a fantastic example for her three kids.

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It’s a matter of perspective

This blog has mainly focused on the fun parts of my life as a child – the good memories. Those who know me in person know that my childhood wasn’t always sunshine and roses. Our family – like most families … Continue reading

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Small Town Transportation

When I was growing up in the tiny town  of Washington, Louisiana (estimated population was 1,500), there were about 5 police officers on staff and my father knew them all. Not suprising since he grew up there and was an … Continue reading

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My father bought his high school

No, I’m not kidding – and then he turned it into an Antique mall. I told you my family was crazy. Photo credit

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Crazy Cajun Vacations – Cleburne, TX

I suppose it should come as no surprise at this point that my parents and the rest of my family have some crazy in them. I give my father a lot of the “crazy credit”. He definitely kept our life … Continue reading

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How NOT to pump gas

It’s amazing how many memories of my childhood have come flooding back since starting this blog. This one came to me during a routine visit to the gas station to fill up my car. Another one of my father’s quirky … Continue reading

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A Cajun swimming pool

While perusing post ideas for tonight’s blog entry, my husband lovingly reminded me of another unique aspect of my childhood – the “swimming pool” that we had in our back yard when I was a young child. My father was … Continue reading

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Jukebox Memories

Just when you forget a childhood memory, something happens to trigger old memories. The scene: I am sitting in a local cafe – at lunch with two co-workers today, both are my age. “Ain’t that a Shame” – a Fats … Continue reading

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