Warren and Ronnie took part in much sports. The Times-Picayune had a
track meet in City Park on Sunday mornings. Warren and Ronnie did the
racing-- and I'd see their names on the paper the next day.
When they tried baseball, Mrs. Appel would drive a car full of boys to
play baseball in City Park. It must have been the Boy Scouts. When
Ronnie first started, his Daddy asked him how he was doing. Ronnie said
he didn't hit the ball yet--but every day he was getting a little closer.
Their Daddy was happy when they took part in sports. He would go to the
Sports Dept. at Holmes to buy equipment from Monk Simon who had been a
great football player at Tulane University.
The Verbena Bakery shop was very popular in Gentilly. Everyone knew
about it. It was a stop and gathering place on Sunday mornings after
Mass. Gaston would get a box of doughnuts and a French bread every
Sunday morning. Sometimes he'd stop to give his order before Mass
because it was a long walk home (no car in those days).
When I could I used to take the little ones at home for a walk very
often at about 10 in the morning. When Richard was big enough to take
him walking and Warren & Ronnie were in school--I suggested we stop by to
see them if it was recess at school -- and we'd stop at church. He was
all happy and excited when we got by the door of the church. He asked,
"Where are the donees?" (doughnuts) He was disappointed that we
couldn't get them at church. He knew that Gaston brought them home after
he went to church.
Just about the saddest and most desolate day of my life was the day of
my brother Vic's funeral. Coming home after the funeral -- about 4 in
the afternoon -- I went walking all over the backyard. I didn't want to
be close to the room where he had died the night before.
Coming into the room where he was lying on a board in the middle of the
room -- with chairs all around. And Vic lying there all dressed up and
with black socks on his feet. The room was bare -- so stark -- only the
clock was on the mantel and it was stopped at 11 o'clock because that was
the hour at which he had died...