Faye Melancon says, “Granddaughter Paige was working her first job at a day care center as a baby sitter, and a friend got a similar job.

“As a part of their Facebook exchange, Paige answered the friend’s worried queries about how to take care of babies and toddlers as follows:

“ ‘Well if they want there mom, just pat there head and say she will be there soon, and get them distracted, if they hit or bump something, just put a Band-Aid on it. If another kid picked on them or stole there toy, tell the other kid no, and take the toy away. I kind of wing it. Lol.’

“A 13-year-old with a good head on her shoulders — beginning parents should take note.

“And she did learn to spell ‘there’ correctly later — that wasn’t as important somehow.”

How much for the dog?

Tommy Watts adds to our look at TV commercials with his take on the one involving a guy, an SUV, a dog, an attractive lady and her lost scarf:

“This is one that puzzles me. A guy finds a girl’s scarf and decides to find her and return it, like Prince Charming with Cinderella’s slipper.

“He dispatches his dog, who chases through the streets and alleys of the town tracking the scent on the scarf while his master follows in his car.

“The dog catches up with the girl and goes on point, letting his master know ‘this is her.’

“The guy gets out of his car, runs up the steps, hands her the scarf, then turns and gets back in his car with the dog and drives away.

“I was ready to take out a loan and buy the dog, then realized the ad was about the car.

“The dog had to be priceless. He had the nose of a bloodhound, the speed of a greyhound and a point that would hold a covey of quail for an hour. All the car did was follow him. I don’t even remember the make of the car. Or care.”

Commercial critique

Speaking of commercials, I also got comments on the one on reverse mortgages by actor/politician Fred Thompson:

Charles Zachariah says, “It makes me curious as to where one can purchase a newspaper for the single small coin Fred tosses Jesse the newspaper vendor.”

John Torbert says, “My thought about the ad with Fred Thompson is:

“Who wants advice from a former member of Congress?”

Which reminds me

The great writer and social critic H.L. Mencken once said that there was nothing more boring and useless than a former congressman, and advocated that they be hanged immediately upon leaving office, for the good of the republic.

He was joking — I think. …

Nostalgia Corner

Doug Johnson, of Watson, says this about the Saints summer training camp at Greenbrier Resort in West Virginia:

“I had a college co-op job in Covington, Virginia, just 20 miles east of the Greenbrier, in 1959.

“Sometimes friends and I would drive over and look around the grounds, but the place was too expensive for us to buy anything. Room rent was an exorbitant $40 per day!

“The resort had a bunker for Washington politicians to come to as soon as they learned when the atomic attack by the USSR was due.

“The resident golf pro for their course was some guy named Sam Snead.”

Concrete memories

Billy Carroll, of Denham Springs, seeks information on Baton Rouge’s 1947 Concrete House Project, “a small neighborhood of pre-fab concrete houses, around Choctaw and North 38th Street, in the Belfair area.

“It was an effort to quickly address the housing shortage facing GIs returning from World War II.

“Several of the houses still exist. Some have been radically modified, while others look very much like they did in 1947.

“I’m wondering if there is some connection with a similar development in Vicksburg, Mississippi, by R.G. LeTourneau, profiled in a March 11, 1946, issue of Life magazine.”

Billy can be reached at WLCDSLA2@gmail.com.

Special People Dept.

  • Rosalie Agosta “Aunt Pee Wee” Collins, of Plaquemine Caring nursing home, celebrates her 100th birthday on Thursday.
  • Ted and Bunny Grant Castillo celebrated their 59th anniversary on Wednesday. They met at the old Morning Advocate, where Ted was the long-time prep sports writer.

Marriage counseling

Harry Clark, of Lafayette, passes along this advice from the poet Ogden Nash:

“To keep your marriage brimming,

With love in the loving cup,

Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;

Whenever you’re right, shut up.”

Sorry, boys

George E. McLean, of Metairie, comments on Beverly DeGeorge’s story about the “Golden Girls” who had their restaurant meal paid for by a nice gentleman:

“A group of my male friends and I were having lunch when a lady leaving the restaurant stopped by our table and said, ‘You’re just a bunch of Romeos — Retired Old Men Eating Out.’

“And no one paid for our lunch.”

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.