Submitted by Gina Sherrard



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My father was James Alton Green, and my Pap Paw was Albert Wade Green, 
and Mam Maw was Clara Elizabeth Dison Green.

My memories aren't from long ago. I never lived in Union Parish, but my 
Dad's family did and does now.  Every summer for a week we would go to 
Mam Maw and Pap Paws house, and all of my father's siblings would come
and bring their kids, I don't know where Mam Maw put everyone.

My memories are of swimming Lake D'Arbonne, going fishing with Pap Paw -- 
which was very interesting seeing as how Pap Paw only had one arm! He was
awesome, caught more fish then the rest of us put together. And he rolled 
his own cigarettes, with one arm!

I remember being the "city girl" and being introduced to snipe hunting by 
my loving cousins!! 

My parents moved back to Union Parish in 1989, so I go back sometimes. My Dad 
now lives on the land he grew up on. I love to hear him tell me stories about 
things they did. We sit on the porch and I wish I could see through his mind's 
eye, and see the little boy playing with his siblings.

I remember Mam Maw's fried fruit pies and Pap Paw's baseball, he NEVER missed 
a game -- and since he was hard of hearing -- no else did either!

I remember running through Mam Maw's freshly hung sheets on the clothes line, 
and playing in the white sand in the front yard, and bon fires at night.

I remember being scared to walk 30 yards between houses because -- Honey, it 
was dark, in the boonies!

Most of my memories are from smells, the smell of a cigar takes me back to 
Pap Paw's house, and the smell of the air out there hasn't changed in all my 
32 years.  I still get up early and go outside just to smell the air when I 
visit.

My Pap Paw used to pour his coffee in his cup and kind of slurp it off the 
saucer, I remember hearing that early in the morning, and the smell of 
Mam Maw's biscuits, man, but that woman could cook!

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