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. . . the church auctioned off the house for a dollar to anyone who would move it off the property, and they did; floated it down the bayou to the other side . . . what I pulled out from under leaf litter a foot thick, amidst a scattering of massive iron hooks, levers and free weights, was the arm of a 1910 farm scale, its wooden cabinet long rotted to dust, abandoned since my great great uncle died in 1942.
Bookshelf assemblage – My grandmother was a little Cajun girl fresh out of high school, studying in the big city at the New Orleans Conservatory of Music, when she met and befriended a young woman artist named Nell Pomeroy O’Brien. Nell was the artist who painted the many small portraits I have of Tisolay that […]