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My earliest remembrance of spending time on the Coast was about 1927 when I was five years old. My Dad's boss, a Mr. Eddy owned an elevated camp at Henderson's Point on the beach.	We were invited
to spend a weekend there. Every morning, before breakfast, Mr. Eddie would read his newspaper while floating on his back, one mile into the Bay and one mile back. Once, 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 wouId be called trackside gambling.
One night, Yvonne's father drove over the wooden bridge to go to the movies at the Star Theatre 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 big 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 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 Mellini, an old man who lived in a shack at Henderson's Point. Bayou Mellini (now Bayou Boisdoire) was named for 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
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CLYDE J. CUCULLU