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M5iv:0RY GE& _ a happening in 1912
By Marguerite Gueydan Larroux (Her story written in longhand in the year net known).
I think as one grows older, the things over-looked in your youth suddenly begin to come alive. At least they do, in my memory, especially this one which has in my estimation, real color, avbe it is because I am on the sentimental side.
So, to get back to my story, which is a true one and one which happened in the summer of 1912.
IJ11 begin at the beginning.
One summer afternoon I was on my way to attend the funeral of a neighbor a I'..r. George Kimmel. I had scarcely walked a block when 1 noticed coming from a side street, a Confederate Soldier in full regalia and 1 must admit that 1 was thrilled at the sight of him. As he cams nearer, 1 recognized him as f'r. Jesse Cowan, or., father of the present i..r.
Jesse Cowan, Jr. who resides	on Julia Street and who is	from	the	oldest,
or rather, one of the oldest	families to have settled in	Bay	St.	Louis,
coming here in the early 1800?s.
Anyway, as we v/alked together and I told him how proud I was to be walking with a soldier of the Confederacy, he just smiled.
Soon we reached the home of my friends, the minister was there and folks were going into the house and here, is the instance that will always live in my memory.
iv;r. Kimmel was laid out in his uniform of ?lue and on his left stood his neighbor and commarde, iv.r. Grimes, also in his uniform of Blue and on the right stood p.ir. Cowan	in his uniform of Gray.
'The minister began the final	prayer and when he finished	and	after a
moment of silence, ;r. Cowan and ^r. Grimes clasped hands across the casket.
No doubt this instance has been forgotten by most of the folks here, but it will always remain one of my special memory gems.
(Submitted by her daughter-in-law, Beverly Chastain Larroux, wife of S. Warren Larroux the 1st of f/.arch 1996).