With major league baseball season about to start, Gordon Greenwood, of Slidell, is reminded of his wife’s first game:
“I grew up in northern Illinois, and have been a Chicago Cubs fan all my life.
“I had met Loretta, the girl of my dreams, while working in Denver. Before we could get married, I was transferred to Los Angeles in July 1965.
“In September she came to visit and finalize our wedding plans.
“The Cubs were going to be in town, and I got two tickets for the Sept. 9 game with the Dodgers.
“She wasn’t very excited about it until I mentioned that quite often movie stars were at the game — possibly Doris Day, her favorite actress.
“She was disappointed in the game, because she didn’t see any movie stars — or Cubs’ runs, hits or base runners. Sandy Koufax pitched a perfect game!
“Over the years she learned a lot more about baseball and became a Cubs fan too.
“Oh yes, a couple of weeks after the wedding she was driving around Los Angeles, stopped at a red light, and who should pull up alongside — Doris Day.”
Glenn Caldarera, of River Ridge, says while our seminar on New Orleans’ Yats has discussed putting erl in the caw to pass by Gramma’s, making groceries at Swagman, eating ersters, berling swimps and having my-nez on your po-boy sammich, he wants to axe us if we’ve included “june-ya,” which means “named after your dad.”
Glenn also says there’s a band called “The Yat Pack” that “one of the best bands in the New Orleans area.”
James Bagley, of Covington, recalls student life at LSU in the ’50s, and how we sought out places to eat that wouldn’t strain our meager budgets.
I was a Goal Post guy — Jack Sabin had a fondness for newspapers, and liked having journalism students around.
But James frequented another Chimes Street institution:
“While in Tiger Town, we had supper at Cosmo’s (the Cosmopolitan Cafe at 244 W. Chimes, run by Oscar and Minerva Sullivan).
“They served huge plates of beans and rice with hamburger steak for 50 cents. If you upgraded to smothered steak, it was 55 cents. We finished off the meal with banana pudding.”
James says after his marriage, he and his bride, budget permitting, would splurge on chicken-fried steak dinners at Baker’s on Highland Road. I went there when they had their hamburger steak dinners for $1.
On, I think, Thursday nights, the Cotton Club on Highland offered a whole flounder, fried or broiled, with fries and salad for a buck.
Why am I suddenly hungry...?
Josie Z., a student at a Spanish/English immersion charter school in California, picked Louisiana for her class report on states.
She says “It would be awesome if you could send me some artifacts or souvenirs, maybe feathers from the state bird, the brown pelican.”
I don’t know if anyone will pluck a pelican for you, Josie, but some of our readers might honor your other request, for Louisiana postcards, which you say would be “crazy cool.”
Send to Josie Z., Napa Valley Language Academy, Mr. Allred’s class, 2700 Kilburn Ave., Napa, CA 94558.
Wendy Herschman says, “Each year, The Red Shoes collects gently used shoes, all types, colors and sizes.
“On Earth Day, on the lawn of the Old Governor’s Mansion, we create a labyrinth with the shoes for people to enjoy walking through. At the end of the day, all shoes are donated to St. Vincent de Paul or Cenikor drug rehab center. Bring to The Red Shoes, 2303 Government St., through Friday, April 25.”
Special People Dept.
-- Russell T. Hebert, of New Orleans, celebrates his 91st birthday on Saturday, April 4. He is a World War II veteran and a retired commercial pilot.
-- Margaret Oswald celebrates her 90th birthday on Friday, April 3.
-- Tom and Margaret Moore celebrate their 61st anniversary on Saturday, April 4.
-- Buddy and Betty Knox celebrated their 59th anniversary on Wednesday, April 1.
Thought for the Day
From Ron Thibodeaux: “Since I’ve gotten older, I’ve forgotten more than I ever knew!”
A “Bah! Humbug!” Easter
George E McLean, of Metairie, recalls an Easter story told him “by both my mother and older sister:”
“It was Easter weekend, 1927, also the ‘Good Friday Flood.’
“We lived in the Broadmoor section of New Orleans, which was a bowl.
“Our home, built a few feet off the ground, had a few inches of water in it — in which I pulled a little boat as I wandered through the house.
“On Saturday, to keep me still for a while, my mother gave me my Easter basket, and I promptly sat down and ate my fill of candy.
“I then took the basket and remaining candy out to the front porch, threw them in the floodwaters, and proclaimed ‘Easter’s over!’”
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