I went to school with Cora Forcier. We went
to high school in Broadus together. Cora was
a nice girl.
She lived in Boyce where lots of French
people settled.
Her father spoke broken English.
One time he wanted to make the chicken house warmer so
he put straw up on the roof. Cora was so tickled when
she heard him say, "those son of a beetches turkey,
scratched all da sheet off the roof."
I had a good time at Boyce. We used to go to dances
and parties. The Italian women would make such good
food. We'd go
there quite often.
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