Judy Beckler tells this Easter story about a thoughtful child:
“My 8-year-old granddaughter, McKenna, was not happy with the Easter Bunny when she realized that he only gave goodies to her and her younger brother, Baylor. So she wrote this letter to the Bunny last year:
“Dear Easter Bunny: I am sorry to be rude, but I think adults should get stuff too. My dad likes my thinking but my mom not so much. Think about it. You have one year.”
Judy says, “I wonder what she’ll do this year if her parents do not get a basket.”
Bernie Naul, of Central, says our stories about steaks and bones “brought to mind an incident last summer.
“My family and I were dining at TJ Ribs. My granddaughter, Ruby, who had just recently turned 5, was enjoying those delicious baby back ribs for the first time.
“As Ruby was chowing down on those baby backs with barbecue sauce all over her face, she paused momentarily to ask, ‘Sooo … these are human ribs?’ then went right back to gnawing vigorously on them.
“The rest of us at the table almost choked! But then we all had a good laugh.
“I think my daughter had a little talk with Ruby later about what is and is not appropriate meat to eat!”
Doris Sellers says, “Reading of the 150 rum treatment for fish hook injuries, I remembered my Uncle Danny Magee’s famous medical remedy.
“He was the former county agent in St. Francisville and loved gardening.
“While I was on a visit, he was proudly showing me his plantings when I stepped into a pile of red ants.
“He quickly helped brush them off, and announced we had to go to his barn.
“There, hidden behind some gardening tools, was a fifth of 100 proof Jack Daniel’s.
“He poured some on my feet, which gave immediate relief, announcing, ‘This is for the outside.’
“Then he poured a jigger full and handed it to me and said, ‘This is for the inside.’
“Worked for me!”
A trip on the Hound
Jackie Lee Airhart says our mention of the old Allphin home on Jefferson Highway brought back memories of her days at Baton Rouge High from 1948-50:
She recalls picnics and parties there — “in the country” — for her high school sorority, when the school had Greek organizations:
“Not being of the car-owning generation, the only way we could attend the outings was to catch the Greyhound bus near downtown.
“The driver would stop to let us out at the corner of Old Hammond and Jefferson Highway (both two-lane rough roads then) and we’d walk over to the Allphins.”
Rose Anne Raphael says the papers of her late dad, Morris Raphael Sr., are displayed in an exhibit at the Dupré Library at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette through March.
Morris was always a welcome contributor to this column, and we often traded stories about growing up in Natchez, Mississippi.
Rose says the exhibit deals with Morris’ work as a “journalist, novelist, local historian, columnist, engineer, artist and more, starting with his earliest days in Natchez through to the end of his life.”
Special People Dept.
Eloise Roddy, of Gonzales, celebrates her 90th birthday on Monday.
Doug Johnson, of Watson, says our story about Schwegmann’s supermarkets in New Orleans “brought back memories of my first visit to the city back in 1961.
“My friend, the late Buddy Pugh, and I decided to check out the reputation for good food and fun in the Big Easy.
“After the long road trip from Nashville (before interstate highways) we arrived late on a Saturday night at a motel on Airline.
“Early the next morning, we stopped at Schwegmann’s. You can imagine our shock at seeing people sitting at the lunch counter drinking a beer on Sunday morning, and the additional shock of finding liquor for sale in a grocery store!
“Later we went to a well-known French Quarter restaurant to test the food. I ordered one of their specials, turtle soup. Buddy opted for a hamburger.
“My soup was delicious, but Buddy was not so thrilled with his sandwich. He remarked, ‘I don’t see what’s so special about the food here. I can get a hamburger just as good as this one in Nashville!’ ”
We’re all praying
Louise and Chad Pilgreen decided to teach their kids — Stella, 9; Bo, 7; and Reid, 4 — the importance of making sacrifices during Lent.
So they wrote assignments on slips of paper, which the kids drew nightly to see what they needed to do that day as a penance.
Last Wednesday, the slip read “Family Rosary,” so they got together to say the rosary, each taking a decade, even 4-year-old Reid.
At the end, Louise asked each child if they had a particular saint they wished to pray for.
Stella named St. Lucy, Bo said St. Bernadette and Reid said, “I want to pray for the whole TEAM!”
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