My buddy Dudley Lehew and his wife, Mary, just moved from Denham Springs to Marrero (we’re talking major culture shock here!).
His story shows the move hasn’t affected his sense of humor, although his choice of an audience could be improved:
“When were signing papers on the purchase of our new home, it seemed the procedure would NEVER end. Document after document, sometimes two signatures on a page.
“My almost 80-year-old hand was cramping, when my brain suddenly prompted me to say: ‘I haven’t signed this many papers since those class-action paternity lawsuits!’
“With Mary, three real estate agents, a mortgage banker, the two people we were buying the house from and the title guy, there were VERY mixed reactions.”
A few months ago, Bill Reed, of Broussard, told of his search for relatives of Whitney J. Faulk, whose headstone he found at the American Cemetery at Omaha Beach in Normandy:
“Faulk’s headstone indicated that he was from Louisiana and died on D-Day. My wife’s uncle was a Faulk, so I wondered if I might be able to provide a picture of his gravesite to his descendants.
“After learning that most Faulks in Louisiana originated in the Kaplan area of Vermilion Parish, I searched courthouse and church records in Abbeville, the parish seat. I provided some details to the local newspaper, the Abbeville Meridional, and the story resulted in calls from two of Faulk’s relatives.”
The relatives told Bill that Faulk was involved in a bar fight in Abbeville that resulted in a death. They said he did not cause the death, but took the blame because the man responsible had two young children. He was “apparently given an option of either jail time or enlistment in the Army.”
Before he left, he told them he believed he would be sent to the front lines due to his record. They knew he had died in the war, but little more.
“Needless to say, they were both very grateful to learn of the final disposition of Whitney and view pictures of his gravesite.”
Hunting a hunter
Buck Bertrand says, “A few years ago, both you and Joe Macaluso were successful in helping me locate a new fishing partner after my fishing friend died. Now another retired friend, Travis Lartique, has asked help in locating a hunting partner. (I don’t hunt.)
“Travis likes to hunt deer and squirrel, and will camp out a day or two. He prefers Wildlife Management Areas. His phone number is (225) 620-2659.
Special People Dept.
— On Sunday, Sept. 13, Frances G. Schouest, of Old Jefferson Community Care Center, formerly of Harvey, celebrates his 100th birthday.
— Ted Newport, of Shreveport, formerly of Berwick, celebrates his 96th birthday on Friday, Sept. 11. He was a P-51 fighter pilot during World War II.
— Arthur Arceneaux celebrated his 92nd birthday on Wednesday, Sept. 9. He was a Marine Corps pilot in World War II and retired as lieutenant colonel after 22 years service. He is a volunteer at the World War II Museum in New Orleans.
— John and Virginia Trembley, of Slidell, celebrate their 70th anniversary on Sunday, Sept. 13.
— Anne and Jack Ashton celebrate their 67th anniversary on Friday, Sept. 11.
— Walter and Velma Beadle Dawson, of Patterson, celebrate 61 years of marriage on Friday, Sept. 11.
— Donald and Patricia Mastio, of Covington, celebrated their 55th anniversary on Thursday, Sept. 10.
Thought for the Day
From Bo Bienvenu, of Prairieville: “You can’t ‘shoulda’ but you can ‘gonna.’”
Tony Falterman, of Napoleonville, winds up our seminar on old Western movies with a contest:
“I wonder if your readers can identify the riders of these horses:
“Buckshot, Buttermilk, Champion, Duke, Loco, Diablo, Silver, Target, Topper, Trigger, Tony, Black Diamond, Joker, Stardust, Rush, Silver Bullet, Ring Eye, Rebel, Thunder, Falcon, Tornado, Cactus and White Flash.
“Some are better known than others, but their riders are all familiar to those of us who watched the Saturday afternoon double features, serial and cartoon!”
Tony didn’t say if there would be a prize for the first person to correctly identify all the riders, but I’m sure he’d be happy to take the winner out for a nice dinner. He’s that kind of guy...
A guy thing
Rum Cox addresses the problem of Mike the Tiger’s reluctance to leave his home for appearances at LSU football games across the street:
“Mike is like all us guys — you make us too comfy in our man-caves as we age, and we NEVER want to leave.
“If we really want Mike to make games, we should add a ‘Matilda the Tiger’ to his cage.
“By Tuesday, Mike will be at the gate roaring, ‘Hey guys, it’s game time — let’s go!’”
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.