THE UNIONVILLE GANG

THE UNIONVILLE GANG

These are the stories of the adventures of the group of boys that I will call the “Unionville Gang”.  I give the gang this name from the name of the community that they lived in or lived near. 

There were five members in this group.  The oldest two were me and Don Hogg; two others who were about the same age were my brother, Richard, and Don’s brother Larry Hogg.  The youngest member of the group was Pete Colvin, who was several years younger and smaller than any of us but tried very hard and was able to keep up with the others in the group.  Richard and I lived in Unionville, Pete lived about one half mile down the road and Don and Larry lived about three miles down the same road.  The distance we lived from each other did not cramp our style at all because we all had bicycles and rode all over the country on them.  We were all exceptionally close friends through elementary and high school but after graduation we drifted apart.  We all attended Dubach School and rode the same bus into the school each day.

Catching the bus to school each day was an adventure for the Jones’ family with three of us trying to get ready each day.  As the bus turned off the main road at our house to go and pick up Pete, Don and Larry it would blow the horn twice.  That was the signal to us that we had about ten minutes left before the bus came back by our house to pick us up.  At that moment the pace picked up at our house with all of us scurrying around trying to get ready before the bus came back.  The standard call when the bus appeared again was “the bus is coming, the bus is coming” and everybody scurried out the door to catch the bus.

This series of stories are the adventures of this gang of boys as they grew up in the countryside of North Louisiana near the town of Unionville.  These adventures extend from the time that they were old enough to be let out the sight of their parents well on into their teenage years.

I remember these adventures with fondness and hope that if one of the members of the gang will happen across these stories and remember them with the fondness that I do.  I also leave these stories to my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren so that they will know that their young growing up years can also be filled with the same type of adventures.
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A Night on Cypress Bayou