So, one Summer day as school was out of session, I & W. Rhodes rode our horses by her house on Shannon road. I was flirting with Paula as Walter was doing the same with Sandy who was visiting Paula during the summer.
We told them we were going camping at a desolate place farther Westward on the same road. That was fact with our bedrolls on the back of our saddles.
Paula replied that sounded like fun & she wanted to go. WOW! I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT!
She cautioned us that her daddy, a commercial fresh water fisherman went to bed early to awake early. Plus, he was a dude from S. Louisiana who spoke creole French I could not understand. In short, I was fearful of him.
But, my 14-year-old lust of the potential with 2 girls accompanying us overruled any fear. We waited a long long time for it to become dark. Finally, the lights went out in their small 4 room house.
We walked our horses so quietly up the dirt drive to find Paula & Sandy at the open window of her room.
I pulled ole Buster up to the open window for Paula to board my horse with me.
ALL WAS GOING WELL UNTIL...
My stupid horse let loose a VERY LOUD blubber....bla bla blah.
Frantically, Paula whispered with haste, "get outta here now ...daddy is up"! WE DID!
We camped out as original plan but I beat on my hobbled horse several times with curse words I knew well at age 14.
That was never mentioned again as I lost my girl friend soon after school restarted the 10th grade. TRUE!
Bill Chavis is a well known retired papermaker and contributing writer to Paperitalo Publications.
