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Roger Emile Stouff has been a writer and journalist since 1980, now with the St. Mary and Franklin Banner-Tribune in Franklin, Louisiana where he has received numerous state press awards for his column, "From the Other Side," reprinted here. He is the son of Nicholas Stouff, the last traditional chief of the Chitimacha Tribe of Louisiana and Lydia Gaudet Stouff, a Cajun Belle. (Photo by Sue Davis)
I really enjoyed seeing the pictures of Grand Lake and also your family. Although I don’t really know you, I know the name, I read your column often, and you know what they say, its a small world. I knew your mother’s family. In fact , my Uncle Jake Crochet was married to your Aunt Edmonia, and if I’m not not very badly mistaken, one of your aunts and uncle drowned in Grand Lake, that would have been Anna Mae and Herman Charpentier. One of the Gaudets live down the street from where I live, Milton-just recently lost his wife-they were a large family. I think Angelle is still living. We spent many Sundays at Meyette Point before the change-caught a lot of crawfish there, good for fishing, too, don’t know what kind of fish. A fish is a fish to me-so yes, I’m an oldie-the simple living back then was the best way of life, didn’t have a lot, but we were happy!
You had published a poem once, called “The Maiden of the Chitamachas” by James Smith. I was typing it so as to have a copy, and I’m no typist, so before I could finish it, someone decided to ‘clean’ my desk, threw the paper away. Needless to say, I have an unfinished poem. Well, I have a bunch that I started myself and didn’t finish, but that’s another story. I’m about as long winded as James Smith was, but of course they tell a story. Anyway, if you could possibly share that poem with me, I’d be so grateful. I have a folder for Favorite Poems.
Thanks for taking time for reading the ramblings of and old lady-but really enjoyed all the pictures, brought back fond memories.
Thanks, Mary Theriot
Mary,
You’re not mistaken at all! Glad to hear from you. The folks on mom’s side of the family are dear to me. My dad and Uncle Jake were very, very close.
Please look at the top of this page and click on OLDER COLUMNS. Scroll down to 2007 and find Aug. 15, “The Maiden”. The poem is there.
Thanks for everything,
R
I really enjoyed seeing the pictures of Grand Lake and also your family. Although I don’t really know you, I know the name, I read your column often, and you know what they say, its a small world. I knew your mother’s family. In fact , my Uncle Jake Crochet was married to your Aunt Edmonia, and if I’m not not very badly mistaken, one of your aunts and uncle drowned in Grand Lake, that would have been Anna Mae and Herman Charpentier. One of the Gaudets live down the street from where I live, Milton-just recently lost his wife-they were a large family. I think Angelle is still living. We spent many Sundays at Meyette Point before the change-caught a lot of crawfish there, good for fishing, too, don’t know what kind of fish. A fish is a fish to me-so yes, I’m an oldie-the simple living back then was the best way of life, didn’t have a lot, but we were happy!
You had published a poem once, called “The Maiden of the Chitamachas” by James Smith. I was typing it so as to have a copy, and I’m no typist, so before I could finish it, someone decided to ‘clean’ my desk, threw the paper away. Needless to say, I have an unfinished poem. Well, I have a bunch that I started myself and didn’t finish, but that’s another story. I’m about as long winded as James Smith was, but of course they tell a story. Anyway, if you could possibly share that poem with me, I’d be so grateful. I have a folder for Favorite Poems.
Thanks for taking time for reading the ramblings of and old lady-but really enjoyed all the pictures, brought back fond memories.
Thanks, Mary Theriot
Mary,
You’re not mistaken at all! Glad to hear from you. The folks on mom’s side of the family are dear to me. My dad and Uncle Jake were very, very close.
Please look at the top of this page and click on OLDER COLUMNS. Scroll down to 2007 and find Aug. 15, “The Maiden”. The poem is there.
Thanks for everything,
R