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Taken at Aunt Alice's Camp, better known as Mee-Maw, to the folks on False River, P.O. Jarreau, La., I never will forget her "
cat head biscuits and fig preserves,
the best in the land ". She loved to fish
with catapala worms,and crickets, no fancy artifical baits, just cane pole and cork.
Until I was about 20 years old, I didn't
know that there was another fish in the
lake other than a bream or white perch.
Fried whole, bones and all, you picked
out your own bones.no filets.
A small sign above the kitchen sink
in her house " Old fisherman never die
they just smell that way." I slept on
the screened back porch, with the
waves of False River lapping at the shore,
in a feather bed, you remember those,where everybody slept in the middle? Please don't
ask about the sandels
or the underwear on the rail.
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