I spent 37 years working at the Post Office. 17 years as a carrier (with 3 years in the Air Corps in w.w.2 ), then 20 years as a supervisor.

I served as route examiner, assistant supt. deliveries, general foreman, station supt., supt. of deliveries and collections. Then when the post office changed to a semi private operation, I became a Director of customer services and had charge of about 200 offices in North Louisiana, Southwest Arkansas and Northeast Texas. I retired in 1976, and have not missed the job at all.

In 1973 I began thinking about retirement, and decided I didn't want to retire on a 50 foot lot in town. One day I was riding with a Rural carrier and found a beautiful section of town. That night I took Helen riding and told her, "this is the street I want to live on." 

Soon in the obituaries was a notice that a lady had died  that lived on my street. A couple weeks later the house went up for sale. We looked at the property on Sunday, made an offer on Monday and bought the house on Tuesday. We got the house and 5 acres.

We moved in a few months later after a complete overhaul of the place. We have had chickens, pigs, cattle and now kittens.

I have enjoyed living here. It has been a lot of work, and now due to my age, I can't keep the place up and have to hire every thing done .

I don't know what the future will bring. My daughter lives in California and my son lives in Michigan, and they both say they will never live in Louisiana.