, 2022-12-25 07:05:00,
The Christmas present that I remember best is not one that I received, but one that I was able to give to my parents. This gift remains the most special.
My parents were married on Mardi Gras in 1946. Their wedding invitations were handwritten so that when my father called with permission from the Navy, the date could be filled in and the invitations mailed. I think the wedding was over before many invitations reached their destination.
I remember seeing a photo here and there of my beaming parents, my father in his military uniform with my mother and their wedding party in my grandparents’ living room, but I don’t remember seeing many photos of the wedding itself. The reason for the lost photos? Our house in Plaquemine burned down in 1958.
The fire started upstairs so the contents of the attic were destroyed, including all the old photos. Our house was rebuilt, this time with matching fire escapes to ensure our safety as most of the eight of us slept upstairs. Things that could be replaced were replaced over time. Sadly, many images were now just memories in the mind’s eye.
Fast forward to many years later, when I was at the local ballpark with my three sons. Plaquemine native Orney Hebert came up to me and asked, “Aren’t you one of the Ohlmeyer girls?”
“Yes, I’m Heddie.”
“Well, Doc Cameron used to take all the pictures in…
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