Dear Smiley: When my mom, Lucille LeBon, was a child, she was very thin.

Her younger brothers, Gene and Bob Cresson, would show her no mercy.

They called her "Friday," as there was "no meat on Friday."



Thanks a lot, kid

Dear Smiley: The mention of nicknames reminded me of a family member many years ago who accidentally got a funny nickname.

My children had an uncle who had MS. At that point in his life, he wasn't able to walk much, but he got up every morning, shaved and put on his favorite very strong cologne.

My daughter Melanie was 3 or 4 years old at the time, and loved to sit on his lap.

One day, several of us were leaving to go to the store and were each saying, "Bye, Uncle Raymond."

Melanie turned around and said, "Bye, Uncle Stinky."

I thought I heard her wrong, so I asked her what she said and she repeated it.

I started to apologize, but Raymond was laughing so hard we all laughed. He lived a long life and was always proud to be Uncle Stinky.


Baton Rouge

Nickname overload

Dear Smiley: My husband Steve told me, "Baby Lambkin, you have to write Smiley with all your nicknames."

Growing up, my mama called me "Annie Gal;" Daddy called me "Princess." I loved the New York Yankees, and my friend "Beetle" and I were known by the boys in our neighborhood as "Roger Maris" (me) and "Mickey Mantle."

My brother called me "Annie Cannie" and I called him "Pig Boy."

When I met Steve he started calling me "Baby Lambkin."

When I started my Bingo Beeline newspaper, my friend, Mary Sweet, nicknamed me "Annie Beeline."

My five grandkids call me "Gammy," "Gibby," "Bippy" and "Mimi." When all five are here, I don't know who I am.

My son-in-law James calls me "Feeble One" and I call him "King of Feebleness."

I am lucky that I have always been teased and have fun in life.



Two special students

Dear Smiley: The Advocate's recent articles about two former LSU quarterbacks, Bert Jones and Steve Ensminger, reminded me that they were two of the most memorable fellow students with whom I had the pleasure of crossing paths.

During school year 1971-72, as I walked from South Stadium Drive to my classes, I'd see Bert hurrying to his classes. Although focused on getting where he had to be, he was never too rushed to hold a door open for female students, doing so with a smile and the grace of being a well-reared "gentleman's gentleman."

As a graduate assistant in 1977-78, working in a professor's office, I periodically observed Steve speaking in a low voice to the secretary, obviously shy and uncomfortable as they interacted.

What stood out most about these two young men was how well-mannered and respectful they were — humble, with no demeanor of being "big man on campus."



Hail the hero!

Dear Smiley: In reference to your "Bloody good idea" item about blood donation:

The high school where I was a teacher held semi-yearly blood drives. Many of my students participated, but I never did.

I always felt like a "chicken," even though my blood type, Rh negative, is in demand.

On my first day of retirement I decided to replace my "chicken" image with a "hero" image. Guess what? It really wasn't too bad.



A "grandmotherism"

Dear Smiley: Whenever my grandmother encountered someone who was rude or unpleasant, she would later remark, "He (or she) uses tact with a hammer." I still say this to this day.


Baton Rouge

Short story

Dear Smiley: Tony Falterman's story about waist and inseam sizes in the Thursday column reminded me of something that is familiar to many of us: "height versus weight" charts.

It is always assumed that one's proper weight should be determined by height.

For example, according to my height of 6'3," I should weigh about 200 pounds.

Since I weigh 240, it is said that I am overweight.

I refute this thinking. I'm actually about 5 inches under-tall.



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