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My Memories of Papa and Mama
I am Leon Louis Perre "Toe Toe" born April 9,1918.
I was the last child of Emile and Anna.
My home and bakery business was on Main Street in Bay St. Louis close to the beach.
From what I remember growing up, Mama did the hugging, kissing and the disciplining. Anything she couldn't handle we would hear her famous words, "I'm going to call Papa!"
For instance, the rough house fights my brother, Edgar, and I were always getting into.
I remember the times	she	would get after	me	for	cutting
school to go to the beach	or fishing.
I remember Papa's sister, Aunt Fanny, sitting on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace. She had long white hair made up on the top of her head. When she was ready to go to bed she would take me with her.
One scary incident I recall, she lit the oil lamp on the dresser. Wind from an open window blew the curtain over the lamp and it caught fire. Papa rushed upstairs, pulled the curtain down and threw it	out the window.
When Aunt Fanny died	the	family gathered	around	her	bed.
I'll never forget that I was picked up so I could kiss her for the last time.
I fixed up a workshop in a vacant two room shack behind the bakery. It was used at one time for the bakers to sleep i
My hobby was building sailboats and model airplanes. I would sell the sailboats to the tourist kids on the beach.
It was depression time and I always found a way to make money In the summertime at low tide I would pick up soft crabs and sell them to the restaurants on the beach.
Papa told me once, "Toe, you can't make a living doing that you have to learn a trade." I guess he wanted me to be a baker because I worked in the shop making pies, icing sweet rolls and wrapping french bread.
Sometimes Papa would catch me coming in late and he would say, "If you can stay out late, you can come in the shop and help out." After awhile Mama would yell down, "Send Toe up to bed." Otherwise, he would keep me there all night.
Living next door to us on Main Street was Uncle Frank Quintine who was married to Uncle Polite's daughter, Aunt Tato. Uncle Frank had a butcher shop and was a good pal to me when I was a young boy. Also, his helper, Issac Fox, a black man, preacher and butcher,, was my pal.