Paul Major, of Livonia, says, "I read with interest the consternation and dismay of LSU students at having to attend (God forbid!) Saturday classes in order to make up days lost during the recent freeze.
"I remember, with no fondness whatsoever, when classes that were required for graduation in your particular field of study were regularly scheduled on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. They messed up many a weekend plan, especially on football weekends."
Which reminds me
Like Paul Major, I suffered through Saturday classes at LSU. Those last classes of the week were especially difficult to sit through just before the Christmas break, when we were packed and ready to head out of town.
One year I had two classes just before the holiday. In our English literature class, Dr. John Hazard Wildman read us a Christmas poem and dismissed us with wishes for a happy holiday.
My very last class was anthropology, taught by Dr. Bill Haag, known for his puckish sense of humor.
We arrived before he did, and one of the guys wrote in big letters on the chalkboard, "Merry Christmas, Dr. Haag!"
When he came into the classroom, Dr. Haag glanced at the board, erased the greeting, wrote "Bah! Humbug!" — and proceeded to lecture for the entire class period, ignoring the moans and groans of his students.
"I’ve enjoyed all the 'poorer than thou' stories," says Algie Petrere.
"It reminded me of a conversation I had many years ago with my friend Richard. It started with sharing stories of our childhood. Soon we were talking about how little we had growing up.
"He said his mother had him go around with his little red wagon and pick up bottles to return to the store for the deposit so they could buy groceries.
"My response was, 'Oh, you had a little red wagon?'
"Richard’s response: 'OK, you out-poored me!' We both had a good laugh."
Shop and roll
Tony Falterman, engaged in a "poverty comparison" contest with Nobey Benoit, responds to Nobey's account of buying kerosene at the store for heating and cooking.
"I'm astounded at the wealth his family had. Not only could they afford kerosene, but they actually went to a store! Kerosene was probably 5 or 6 cents a gallon; what a luxury!
"We shopped at a 'rolling store,' an old converted school bus packed with necessities we couldn’t grow or make. It traveled all the back roads. Mr. Landry, the proprietor, died not too long ago."
Special People Dept.
- Milton Rougon, of Baton Rouge, formerly of Rougon, celebrates his 96th birthday on Wednesday, Jan. 31. He was a World War II POW, and a retired pharmacist.
- Joseph Carraci, of Lake Sherwood Village in Baton Rouge, celebrates his 95th birthday on Wednesday, Jan. 31. He is a World War II veteran.
- Dorothy Robert, of White Castle, celebrates her 93rd birthday on Wednesday, Jan. 31.
- Jimmy Varnado, of Baton Rouge, celebrates his 90th birthday on Wednesday, Jan. 31.
"Lanfair" is better
Dudley Lehew, of Marrero, says, "Back in my Associated Press days, I wrote a story about a town with the longest name in Britain: 'Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.'
"No joke. And my apologies to your proofreaders.
"A colleague from Britain told me locals shortened it to 'Lanfair.'"
Curtis Cox says our mention of Advocate carriers who delivered during the recent freezes "reminded me of how things have changed.
"A million years ago, back in the dark ages, I was a paperboy (all one word) who delivered the New Orleans Item, one of three daily papers at the time. Of course, everyone who delivered the paper back then was a paperBOY.
"Here in Slidell, my 'paperboys' are Alicia and Shannon, two young ladies who never miss a delivery — rain, freeze or snow!"
Harriet St. Amant says tales of old sayings "reminded me of an expression frequently used by one of my co-workers at the Fort Bragg, North Carolina, kindergarten. She learned it from her grandmother: 'There jest ain't no pleasin' God's chillun.'"
A child's eyes light up
First time catching beads from float