’Tis the season for warm and fuzzy stories.
This one, from Beryl Browning, is about generosity rewarded:
“For several years I have been looking for a unique Christmas pin to wear. But having no luck, I was wearing my old pin.
“On Thursday at the fruit stand, the young girl clerk ‘loved’ my pin, so I took it off and gave it to her, saying, ‘I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.’
“The next day I went in search of a new pin, and found one that proved defective and had to be returned.
“The following day, eating in a local restaurant, I spotted a lady wearing a really unique pin.
“When I asked where she had gotten it, she took the pin off and gave it to me!
“I was totally surprised, and of course thrilled. It made my day, and has given me a great story to tell!”
Speaking of warm and fuzzy, my daughter Tammy called me the other day from her new home in Long Beach, Mississippi, with this message:
“I was listening to the radio in the car and they played ‘White Christmas’ by Clyde McPhatter and the Drifters, and I thought, ‘Hey, that’s my dad’s favorite Christmas song!’ So I just wanted to tell you it made me think of you.”
I tell you, I got a little misty-eyed about this thoughtfulness — and proud that I played a role in introducing my children to the joys of R&B. It’s a parent’s duty...
The reader who asked in the Wednesday column for tips on how to build a mince trap so his wife can make mincemeat pie for the holidays got lots of help from our readers.
For instance, Mike Eldred, of Tylertown, Mississippi, says, “I have never trapped mince meat; however, I would use the same trap that I use to trap Spam. Hope this is helpful.”
And Ronnie Hotz, of Lafayette, says, “I remember my grandpaw, who was an upholsterer of couches and easy chairs, commenting about mince getting caught in his nauga traps.
“I can’t quite remember how he had designed his traps, but spent many hours watching him skin out those pesky naugas. I know many folks love the mincemeat, but a sparse few treasure the naugameat.”
(Yeah, you ever try to clean one of those things?)
Ernie Gremillion says his old golfing buddy Tom Boone, recalling disco days in the Wednesday column, mentioned a West Baton Rouge disco club, ‘He and She:’
“The place you mentioned was actually called the ‘He and She Scene.’ It was owned by my wife’s relatives, and was formerly ‘Club Louisanne,’ a very popular night spot in its day.”
Algie Petrere says, “While addressing my Christmas cards, this story came to mind.
“A kindly grandmother found buying Christmas presents for family and friends a bit much, so she wrote out checks to put in her Christmas cards to them.
“In each card she wrote, ‘Buy your own present,’ and sent them off.
“After Christmas she found the checks in her desk.”
Get it right!
Column contributor Cathy H. Arnett says her mom, Helen Crowder Hudgins, of Dinwiddie County, Virginia, celebrated her 96th birthday on Dec. 9.
Cathy adds, “Years ago, during the Second World War, my mom worked in a parachute manufacturing plant in our home town of Richmond, Virginia. Mama was always a perfectionist, and there was no room for error when securing ‘shroud lines’ onto parachutes.”
(Right — I can’t think of any job where being a perfectionist would be more important...)
Thought for the Day
From Chuck Falcon, of Donaldsonville: “I am just glad I don’t have a memory problem. I can’t remember the last thing I forgot.”
Adding to our insult collection, Michael Bailey offers this gem: “As I recall, the currently dead former perennial candidate and Sunday afternoon television raconteur Warren J. ‘Puggy’ Moity once said if he put an opponent’s brain in a blue jay, the poor bird would fly backwards.”
And Bo Bienvenu, of Prairieville, adds, “He is educated beyond his intelligence” and “He doesn’t know guano from gumbo.”
A vision thing
Loren Scott tells this story:
John runs into an old school friend. The friend started showing off, talking about his high-paying job and expensive lifestyle. Then he pulled out a photo of his wife and said, “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
John said, “If you think she’s gorgeous, you should see my girlfriend.”
“Why? Is she a stunner?”
“No, she’s an optician.”
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