Neal T. Poché, of Hester, tells this true crime story:
“This family story happened about 48 years ago.
“The Easter Bunny always left a large chocolate bunny in each of the five kids’ baskets.
“Our second child, Lynette, always hid her rabbit and took it out after the other four had finished all their candy, to annoy them.
“On this day, Lynette went to her room and only yelling and crying was heard. We all ran to the noise, and there she stood with a rabbit with no ears.
“We all sat down to get to the bottom of this.
“No one would admit to the bad deed. The ears had teeth marks, so I found a ruler and started to measure teeth and compare with the marks on the rabbit, thinking somebody would confess.
“No luck. Finally, taking the telephone in my hand, I said I would call the police to come take fingerprints and bring a special tool to measure the teeth. The police would find the thief, who would have to go to jail.
“All of a sudden all five confessed.
“To this day we don’t know who ate the rabbit ears, but it does bring laughter every Easter.”
Another belated Easter story, from Barbara Schaeffer, of Gonzales:
“At age 3, my grandson and granddaughter came to visit at Easter and we had the traditional Easter egg hunt.
“When they came for Thanksgiving, my grandson asked us when we were going to have the turkey egg hunt.
“My strict, no-nonsense husband looked at me and asked where I put the plastic eggs.
“None of us could believe our eyes as he filled the eggs with candy, hid them in the yard and carried on the turkey egg hunt as if it was the normal thing to do.
“A good time was had by all. Every year at Thanksgiving we talk about the turkey egg hunt.
“My husband passed away two years ago, so these are the wonderful memories that keep his spirit alive.”
Richard Kaplan, of Baton Rouge, says, “Discussion of the South Carrollton accent of New Orleanians brings to mind the strikingly similar accent in parts of New York City.
“My New Yorker father used to tell a story of the great Yankee pitcher Waite Hoyt, a teammate of Babe Ruth during the 1920s, who was injured once during a game. This caused a fan to yell from the bleachers, ‘Hurt’s hoyt!’”
Keith Horcasitas has an “only in New Orleans” story about his run in the Crescent City Classic:
“When I ran the CCC, there was a free beer stop by some kind Yats at Mile 2, and a small shot of Jagermeister provided at Mile 3. I was handed a mimosa at Mile 4. Talk about fuel for the run!
“After the race, in City Park, I got to meet some N’Awlins Advocate folks and was given an Advocate beer — oops, I mean water — bottle! Cheers!”
Nice People Dept.
Evelyn Laffite says, “I was having breakfast at Cracker Barrel on Airline Highway for my birthday. A young teacher named Mrs. Ferrara, from Prairieville, paid for my breakfast.
“She said I looked like a kind woman and she wanted to do something nice for me. I would like to thank her for her kind generosity and thoughtfulness.”
Ethan Allen, an Indiana student, needs help with a project about Louisiana — which he chose “because I want to learn about Mardi Gras.”
He needs interesting facts and “what visitors can do” here.” He’s at Queen of Peace Catholic School, 4508 Vistula Road, Mishawaka, IN 46544.
Special People Dept.
Geneva Davis, of Denham Springs, celebrated her 91st birthday on Monday, April 6.
Perry Strait celebrated his 91st birthday on Sunday, April 5. He is a Merchant Marine veteran of World War II, having served in the North Atlantic, South Pacific and Mediterranean combat areas.
Sarah Spence, of Clarksdale, Mississippi, celebrated her 90th birthday on Saturday, April 4. A former Baton Rougean, she taught home living in the 1970s and 1980s.
Thought for the Day
From George Lane: “The average age of the Rolling Stones is now greater than that of the U.S. Supreme Court.”
(And some of their decisions have been pretty bad, too...)
Love those handles
Of all the bizarre contests I’ve had over the years, the “Smiley’s Favorite Door Handle Contest,” suggested Saturday by David Bretz, has to be the oddest. Even more odd is the fact that we’re actually getting entries:
For instance, Margaret Archibald, of St. Francisville, says, “My favorite door handles, which consist of stainless steel jambalaya stirring paddles, can be found at Hot Tails restaurant in New Roads.”
And Reggie Gremillion says, “I don’t know about Smiley’s Favorite Door Handle, but mine is the one that opens the back door to my house after a long day’s work! My second favorite door handle is the one that opens the refrigerator holding my cold root beers.”
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.