Mom was a hillbilly from West Virginia. Dad was a Cajun from Point Coupe Parrish Louisiana. Dad’s old stomping grounds is in the Morganza floodway. Soon to be underwater.
Uncle Wesley was Dad’s brother. This was a good Catholic family – and I haven’t a clue why he was named Wesley. But, Aunt Mary was my favorite from the vast pantheon of aunts and uncles. She didn’t have any kids and treated me like a grown up person. And, she had ice cream every night as a bedtime snack. So, I always wanted to stay with Aunt Mary when we made our annual pilgrimage to Louisiana.