My dad used to tell me "Uncle Fat stories......
(Now remember they were poor share croppers for The Walet's in Loreauville & they were living in a small cajun house near Choopic on the way to Lake Dauterive in back of where Oscar Oubre & them lived. It was the 1930's & he & uncle Fat were about 7 & 10 yrs old running after each other in the house & kitchen @ outside and the ole grandma Mrs. Hom...er (pronounced O marr) Dugas had a huge gumbo on the stove cooking & uncle Fat spit across the top of the pot at my daddy & ...............
It fell in the pot.
No one but them saw it.
Daddy said they couldn't tell. It would have ruined the appetites of the whole family & they couldn't see throwing the whole pot away because it was all they had to eat & Mrs. Homer had cooked it all day with yard hens she had killed & plucked.
He would tell us these elaborate stories about being poor & survival.
(Now remember they were poor share croppers for The Walet's in Loreauville & they were living in a small cajun house near Choopic on the way to Lake Dauterive in back of where Oscar Oubre & them lived. It was the 1930's & he & uncle Fat were about 7 & 10 yrs old running after each other in the house & kitchen @ outside and the ole grandma Mrs. Hom...er (pronounced O marr) Dugas had a huge gumbo on the stove cooking & uncle Fat spit across the top of the pot at my daddy & ...............
It fell in the pot.
No one but them saw it.
Daddy said they couldn't tell. It would have ruined the appetites of the whole family & they couldn't see throwing the whole pot away because it was all they had to eat & Mrs. Homer had cooked it all day with yard hens she had killed & plucked.
He would tell us these elaborate stories about being poor & survival.
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