Down that walkway between the neighbors wall and the main house is a beautiful little courtyard complete with fountains, swimming pool and the renovated slave quarter you can just barely see above. That slave quarter was our apartment. What a perfect honeymoon location!
The Riviere's home. The backyard ended at the cemetary (below) and we spent lots of time exporing there. One summer the college paid for grasshoppers--I don't remember how much or even if we ever actually sold any but we sure caught a bunch. They weren't small green ones either. They were the giant ugly black ones! Don't ever call me a sissy!In southern Louisiana the graves are all above ground and entire families are buried in the crypts seen above. The very ornate marble came mostly from Italy and would be prohibitively expensive to build a crypt today in the same way. The reason the graves must be above ground is that the water table is very near the surface throughout southern La. There is no way to dig 6' down without hitting water.
is so good! That icy mug of root beer is incredible!
Our girlfriend, Carolyn Winters, lived in that brown house and we had a private phone (two tin cans and a string) stretched between the two houses. The communication wasn't great but if we opened the windows and shouted loud enough we could hear each other.
The Little Red Wagon grocery store is still there!