This is my dad, circa 1922ish, on the steps of his French Quarter home. The story goes that he spoke French only at home and didn't learn English until he went to school, probably around the time this picture was taken.
The pretty lady is my mom, circa 1935, when she was a maid in a Mardi Gras ball. As you can see, my roots are deep in New Orleans. Unfortunately, I haven't lived there since I graduated from High School, and I miss it. This blog will chronicle my passion for the New Orleans culture and my New Orleans heritage.
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