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Eleanor Roosevelt

Common Sense with a Dash of Cajun Spice

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I've been asked to record my story because it's an interesting one, and I'm not going to live forever. Here's a summary of my life so far.

My name is Eleanor Roosevelt. I am not the former First Lady, but an alligator by the same name. I was born on on the bayou on August 31, 1932 in the middle of the Great Depression. My mother named me after the first lady because she was a lifelong Democrat and for my remarkably toothy grin.

I had a quiet upbringing, but when I turned 18, I went a little wild. I moved to Tiajuana and really cut loose. I waited tables and went out with gentlemen nearly every night. Soon I grew tired of that and moved back to New Orleans and settled as a teacher in a one room school house. It was 1951 then. It was a quiet time for me, but also a good one. Through teaching, I met my future husband, Franklin, rest his soul. Like me, he was named after the occupant of the White House at the time of his birth, and believe you me, the joke was not lost on us.

Thus began the greatest period of my life. We led a quiet life. Franklin, rest his soul, was very popular among the neighborhood children. He'd always give them little toys, teach them to fly kites, and bring them bits of foxmeat after our Sunday foxmeat dinner. Oh, and the sex. It was great, but that's all I'll ever say about it. That's a private matter, but I thought I should mention it.

We never were very interested in politics, despite our names. In fact, I only voted twice: in 1956 and 1960, both times for Democrats. When Kennedy was assassinated, I decided if they're just going to kill who I vote for, I'll never vote again, and I haven't. 1963 was also the year that God called Franklin back to heaven, rest his soul.

After he died, I didn't quite know what to do with myself. I took up my bag and went travelling, peddling little potions and spells I have. And I've been doing that ever since.