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little white casket on their laps. He was buried in the Corrinth cemetery. It used to be called Turtleskin Cemetery, but was later changed, he was buried by his Aunt Lilly and grandmother Laura Miller. Now all of the family have gone on to reunite with him. With the exception of Forest and Laura one of the twins. One time Ola was with us and the Napoleon school was putting on a play (Tom Thumb) and the boys had to have long tailed black suits and so she made all of the girls and boys costumes. It was a cute play. Lena Pearl Miller was the Priest. I have pictures of them all. My Della and sister Emma's son was Dana; were married and they were real young but was very sophisticated.
Adam, Ola's husband was a barber and the finest looking fellow and he stayed dressed to the tope notch all the time but he like his whiskey and she hated it. So therefore she and him agreed to disagree and they separated for good. I could go on with her life's story but it's too sad, so I'll stop here. We always loved Ola as if she were one of the family. In fact, we loved them all. Forest still lives in Slidell and he comes to see us quite often. Laura lives in Frankleseton but never did remarry. She has three or four fine daughters. Walter Caise (Hizer) is still living out of Slidell close to Forest and his wife. That was the sister next to Ola (Jewel). She was a precious person too.
My oldest granddaughter and her sister Margaret were just here. They live in Houma La., it's late in the evening 4:30 and it's so dreary and lonesome looking. It reminds me of when I was a teen age girl at home, days like this when there'd be no one there only my daddy and I and he'd entertain himself by reading but those days I never cared about reading too much. Now I read or write most of my time.
There were two more families I can't afford to leave out as they were so good to me too. One was Mrs. Tony Carver who lived down the road from our place one half a mile and when my daddy would have to go to Logtown to the store to get groceries, hog feed, cow and horse feed I'd beg him to let me get out and stay at Mrs. Carvers, so he would and I'd sweep her yards, sweep her house and wash dishes and all the time I was praying my father wouldn't come until I could eat dinner. And the most of the time God would answer my prayers or at least I thought so. And she could make the best biscuits
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