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were invited to spend a weekend there. Every morning, before breakfast, Mr. Eddy would read his newspaper while floating on on his back, one mile into the Bay and one mile back. While eating breakfast of pancakes and syrup, Mr. Eddy remarked what good eating habits I had for a five year old. A few minutes later they all had a good laugh when the young gentleman picked up the saucer to lick the syrup.
In my early teens, about 1934, my family spent time in Clermont	Harbor.	We	enjoyed it very much because	it	was	like
living in the country. The roads were unpaved and very narrow and there were more pigs and chickens on the road than cars.
Before I was married, my future wife, Yvonne Vinet and her family used to spend the summer in Henderson's Point. They rented a house owned by a Mr. Lang. Yvonne would commute every day to her work in New Orleans. While she read the paper, the male commuters would have a big poker game. Today that would be called trackside gambling.
One night, Yvonne's father drove over the wooden bridge to go to the movies at the Star Theater in Bay St Louis. While he was in the movie house	there was a fire on the bridge.	Since he
had an	old car,	he	was afraid to drive at night	on	the	road
through	Kiln so he decided to sleep in his	car	until morning.
That was	a mistake. While he was	sleeping,	the	nearby drugstore
was robbed. Guess who the cops decided was the robber. They held him for a couple of hours before some friends vouched for his character. He then decided he had better take the Kiln road home even though it was then after midnight. Horror of horrors, halfway	home his	headlights went out and no moon	in	the	sky.
After what seemed to be an eternity, a good Samaritan came by. Mr. Vinet followed closely behind the other man's car all the way home. A night to remember!
My wife liked to tell about Grandpa Mftllini, an old man who lived in a shack at Henderson's point. Bayou M?J.lini (now Bayou Boisdoire) was	named after him. He made his living	fishing,
renting	skiffs, raising chickens	etc. He	was	very good to the
children	and occasionally let them	use one of his skiffs. Some-
times the older boys would play tricks on the old man, but the younger children adored him. When he was sick, Yvonne's mother would bring him food to eat, but when he offered her coffee she would politely	refuse because of the filthy condition	of his
dishes. After	the 1947 Hurricane, rescuers found him	stranded
atop a large tree.
In the 1950's, I made the wisest investment of my career. I purchased a small cottage on Bayou Boisdoire in Pass Christian Heights. In addition to all of the great times I had at this cottage I called my castle, I had the great fortune of meeting my
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