enner, the city where I spent a good part of my childhood, is just about 14 miles west of New Orleans and has so much to offer. The history of Kenner begins around 1718 — The French found New Orleans and marked “Cannes Brulee” on maps upriver in the area known today as the City of Kenner. I have witnessed an amazing, beautiful transformation of this tight community, a city where everyone knows their neighbor and friends are family. Front porches and sidewalks are for sitting out and talking because you know someone who is related to someone else you know. If you need something, your neighbor has it and gladly offers. Backyards full of parties all year round. Where the rules are not so strict, but the residents expect manners. My children have very fond memories of growing up in Kenner, and often say that they only wish that they could raise their children in such a neighborhood. I am still very connected to many of the people that I grew up with over 40 years ago. We all raised our children together as well. A city where parents coach their children on the same fields that they played on as children themselves. Where everyone’s mother is…everyone else’s mother, too.
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