The inmate was aware that all prison mail passes through censors. When he got a letter from his wife asking about the family garden --- "Honey, when do I plant potatoes?" --- he wrote back, "Do not, under any circumstances, dig up our old garden spot. That's where I buried all my guns." Within days his wife wrote back, "Six investigators came to the house. They dug up every square inch of the back yard." By return mail she got his answer: "Now is the time to plant potatoes."
Adventures In Ancestry: Growing Up Loud
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When I was very young, I never gave my surname, Loud, a second thought.
That’s probably because I had never met or heard of any other Louds, other
than the...
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Ha ha! Good one.
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