Here we are getting ready to eat beneiges and drink some coffee at the Cafe Du Monde. Art, Terri, AB. Betty, me and Woody. This was the first trip to New Orleans for Woody and Terri. Terri's first Carnival, it's not yet Mardi Gras and she's all ready to come back nerxt year. After Fat Tuesday she might change her mind. 
Owen Lewis Wilson-Cathers, number one grandson. Got some BIG eyes, huh. Still doesn't like to be called Mi Lindo.
Now, tell me, is this not one cute kid? He looks just a little mischievous but I am told that he is a perfect little angle. He always behaves and minds his parents. That is wonderful to know, isn't it?
On February 19, 2006, Kim reached the ripe old age of thirty-eight. Here she is enjoying some of her gifts.
This picture of Art, me and A.B. was taken in June of 2003. Art and I were still as cute as we were 60 years earlier. (See below) At least A.B. looks happy.
This is a picture of my brother Charles Arthur Cathers (aka Art, Tex, Charlie and Doc) from about 1941 or '42. Weren't we a couple of cute little fellers back then. The dog eating a bisquit is Fido. We lived back in the hills of Kentucky when this photo was taken. World War Two was going on or very close to starting at the time. (Art was born May 6, 1940) Within the next year or two, we had moved to Hamilton, Ohio, and dad went to work in the war industry first at Mosler Safe Company and then at Black and Clawson.
Five months after Katrina and huses ares still boarded up and fallen trees have not been removed.
This is a poem that my mother wrote and read in church a few weeks ago. To my knowledge, this is her first attempt at writing and it is pretty dog gone good.
