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I mentioned
that Dad liked telling stories. One of
his that I still repeat today is the story of a neighbor across the street, Mr.
Waguespack. Mom and Dad were over there
one afternoon on a social visit. They
were sitting around talking when a car door was heard closing on the street in
front of the house. Mr. Waguespack got
up and looked through the blinds to see who it was. Upon seeing that it was a deacon from his
church, he raced around the room collecting everyone’s beer and cigarettes, putting
it all in the refrigerator. This he
accomplished before there was a knock on the door. After answering, he greeted this deacon and
cordially invited him in. They sat down
and everyone resumed visiting, including the new visitor in conversation,
albeit without the aforementioned accoutrements.
Then, after the deacon left to make more church visits, Mr. Waguespack returned to the refrigerator, retrieved and re-distributed everyone’s items, and resumed as they were before.











