My paternal grandparents were from the west side of the Mississippi River in Bayou Goula.

Although damaged by hurricanes the spirit still lives.

My journey begins with south Louisiana roots.   My maternal grandmother's roots were in St. Gabriel, Louisiana.  Her family is Catholic and the church was an important part of their life.

What a peaceful place. 

My adventure began several years ago when my parents moved back to where I grew up.  I wish I would have started years earlier but it is never too late.  As I helped them move back to my grandparents house next door to the house I grew up in, stories began.  I cherish every moment and hope to share it with each adventure.

Who Am I?

In years I have been digging back in time to know "who" I came from and what makes me "who" I am.   Digging through headstones, mud, papers, boxes and listening to stories, it is time to tell my story.

I began my journey by asking a few questions....WOW what a story!  Thanks Mom and Dad I love you.

Come with me as I travel back to who and what made me what I am today.

Then I caught them upstairs before Cricket went under the bed

Cricket

He is playing with the cats. Zan was around the corner so I only got Snuff.