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by Cuzin LukeyPublished Sep. 4, 2008
A little history lesson
Did you notice I never asked her where her house was? That’s because when she disappeared twelve years ago I kept looking and asking until I found out where the house was. When I found the house it was empty but I kept checking back to see if it really was empty. Remember, I was a “love-sick” nine-year-old who thought he’d contracted the plague. So yes I knew exactly where she lived when she mentioned her old house.
The house had been taken very good care of by the renters and previous owners. A fresh paint job for the trim and the yards were pretty well kept. I remember every room in that house because one time when I went to check the empty house I found the door unlocked and went inside to see if there was a trace of Margaret Suzette Prince. There was none to be found. Not even one scrap of paper. This was a couple of months after she “vanished” (for twelve years.)
Aw shoot! I have been going on and on about Suzette and me when there really hasn’t been a “Suzette and me.” I think I might as well bring you up to speed on where I have been and how I got to where I am now.
I still live in the house near the branch where Lucky, Lukey, and me romped and played when times were perfect. Where you grow up and how you are reared determine just what you become. I know that now but that lesson came hard. When William Earl was drafted and John Elton followed him into the army my place was with them. I registered for the draft at the same time as John Elton (we were in the same grade at school and the same age within two months.) William Earl was one year older and he went first. When William Earl “Lukey” Pope registered John and I thought it was pretty neat. Then we considered him grown up. He was in service before we knew it. John Elton “Lucky” soon after enlisted. Then was the time I should have gone with them. After all, we were the “gold dust” twins except there were three of us. Suzette said we were the three Musketeers. I didn’t go and I was not drafted. I was the little “piggy” who stayed home. Even now I just don’t know why things happened like they did.
When I graduated from high school there was no need for me to think of college. My grades would have gotten me in but dad’s money wouldn’t. I simply had to get myself a job. That was no problem. A lot of people knew J. M. McBride. That’s because, many of them had reason to do business with dad and Uncle Bill. You remember that episode in the branch with the alligator don’t you? Well, I might tell it again someday. Anyhow, finding a job proved to be no problem.
I’ll tell you more on the next page.
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