So...this is one of them family stories...and while I'm sure my family may "suggest edits" this is how I remember it... Raymond Resweber was my mom's uncle (by marriage). I'm not clear what that is to me and how many times twice removed or whatever, but we always called him "Uncle Raymond". A good man. Gruff and irritable at times, but now that I'm at my age I totally get it. Raymond lived a good life. He was responsible for the formation of the first volunteer fire department in Port Barre, LA in 1945 and was appointed Fire Chief of the second fire district in 1959, serving in that role for 18 years. He was on the Board of Directors for the town's second fire district and was the town's Civil Defense Director for 10 years, and then was later elected Mayor and then after that Alderman. Hell, he built his own boat cruiser from scratch and traveled the Bayous Teche and Courtableau in it. Ask any of the good people of that town and they likely
On My Purgatory I'm convinced that when I die, whoever is in charge of my stuff is going to drop a nice big dumpster/container up my driveway next to my garage and just start chucking things in. And I'll be looking down (or maybe up) in horror, screaming " OH MY GOD DON'T THROW THAT AWAY DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS??? " and no one's gonna hear me. Since that's likely something I'll be forced to endure for the rest of eternity, I'm guessing that means I'll be looking up at it... - tGA