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To: Lizzie Tudor who wrote (42853)	11/26/1999 2:33:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

One of my earliest memories is of helping my daddy skin a squirrel he shot in my grandmother's back yard. My own family hails from Biloxi, Mississippi. My father's side of the family was very la-di-dah, as they had all graduated from high school. My father's mother had a piano, and sold watercolor magnolias she painted semi-production line to supplement her income. My mother's mother's second husband had a popular restaurant, and she was able to indulge her taste for gold lame shoes, gold-tipped cigarettes, and a new yellow Chevy Impala every two years. It was the cousins that had kids named stuff like Roy and Foy, and Lamerle, and we looked down our noses at them. But I was brought up to do stuff like throw coke bottles out the car window and dump car ashtrays in parking lots, so I don't think the apple fell too far from the tree. The American saga, continually trying to distance oneself from one's roots.