Faye Hoffman Talbot, of Jackson, tells of the technology generation gap:
“My son called to tell me he was returning my car he borrowed. I told him just to lock the keys in the car and leave it in Baton Rouge, and I would come and get it.
“Then comes the question no mother ever wants to hear: ‘Mom, how can I lock the keys in the car if the remote is in the car?’
“I forget that my sons were born in the ‘remote control era.’ They never had to get up to change the channel on the television, or lock a car with a key.
“I reminded him that there is a button on the driver’s door that will lock all the doors. I also told him when I was a child Granny or Pops would remind all of us to lock our door before we shut it.
“I can see it now. One night when he is putting his children to bed, he will say he is going to tell them a true story: ‘Now I know you will think it is a fairy tale, but it is true — Grandma used to have to unlock her car with a key.’”
Pat Alba, of Metairie, says, “My neighbor’s son, a sixth grader, struggled with his homework assignment all weekend — memorizing Lincoln’s memorable speech.
“Monday morning at breakfast his mother asked, ‘Johnny, did you finally get that Gettysburg Address?’
“His 5-year-old sister Jane piped up, ‘Who in the world does he know in Gettysburg?’”
“This reminds me: When my daughter Cathy was 3 years old, she came home from nursery school and announced, ‘We learned all about Lincoln and his Gettysburgers.’”
Janice DeJean says the January/February issue of the “My Rouse’s Everyday,” a free magazine published by Rouse’s Supermarket, has “a picture of a real baby wearing a onesie with ‘My Parents Found Me in a King Cake’ written on the front. Cute!”
Long distance radio
We’re winding down our seminar on WWL radio (which we’ve mentioned so much we should charge the station for advertising). Here are a couple of our final tales:
Ronnie Melancon, of Gretna: “I was stationed in the Panama Canal Zone while in the Army in 1955-1956. I used to pick up Leon Kelner’s Orchestra broadcasting live from the Blue Room of the Roosevelt Hotel on Saturday nights. It came in clear as a bell!”
Don Brouillette, of Baton Rouge: “In mid-June, 1963, I was a radioman aboard the USS Agerholm, returning from an eight-month tour of duty in the western Pacific. My watch was the midnight to 7 a.m. slot. We were somewhere northwest of Hawaii when, exploring the ship’s AM radio, I found a station that was very clear and left it on.
“The announcer at the break said, ‘This is WWL, 870 AM, New Orleans, Louisiana.’
“I yelled, ‘Hang on, I am on my way and will be there soon!’ (I was discharged from the Navy in San Diego on June 27, and returned to New Roads the next day.)”
A reader in Baton Rouge’s Jefferson Place/Bocage area says she had a problem with neighbors walking their dogs and allowing them to leave deposits on her lawn:
“My husband bought us a sign which says ‘Please clean up after your dog. Thank you.’
“It works — the neighbors even walk on the other side of the street.”
Marie Merrill thanks two “angels” — Charles Pearle and Warren David, who were in separate vehicles when they stopped to offer help after she had a tire blow out near the Broadmoor Shopping Center on Florida Boulevard.
“They changed my tire and put the spare on, and Warren followed me to a Toyota dealership on Airline Highway to see that I got there safely.”
Special People Dept.
Felix “Tut” Sagona celebrates his 92nd birthday on Friday, Feb. 6.
Donald and Peggy Bahry Guillot, of Donaldsonville, celebrate 50 years of marriage on Friday, Feb. 6.
Evelyn Boutte, of New Iberia, was one of several readers to comment on the placement of the column when it jumps to another page:
“Just want to welcome you back from the dead. A week ago it was hard to find the second half of your column — it was ‘buried’ among the obituaries on Page 5.
“Since then it has been back on Page 2 where it belongs. Do you think they were trying to tell you something?”
All I know, Evelyn, is that it’s nice, when your name appears on the obits page, to be around to read it...
Who needs homework?
Ina G. Navarre offers this variation on the old “the dog ate my homework” story:
“My niece, Cara, recently had her wisdom teeth removed.
“The oral surgeon gave her the teeth in a sealed plastic bag for her to keep, and she dutifully put them on her dresser.
“Yesterday as she returned home from school, she called her mother and tearfully reported, ‘Mom, the dog ate my wisdom teeth!’”
Talk to Smiley
Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.