Proving all moms are clever …

Charmian M. Kendrick says this about Dudley Lehew’s story of how his mother threw a “skating party” to get kids to wax her floor:

“It brought back memories of my childhood in London in the ’50s.

“We had linoleum floors, and my mother would tie rags around my feet to polish them.

“Sometimes my sister and brothers would help — but not every time!

“It was so much more fun than polishing the lino on my knees!

“It’s amazing how as youngsters 6,000 miles apart we were doing the same thing!”

The rest of the story

I earlier refrained from using the names of the three streakers who invaded St. Joseph’s Academy in 1974, but since they said it’s OK, they were Chuck Abraham, Keith Buchholz and Jim Jenkins.

Jim says their principal at University High who dealt with them was the late Dr. Lenard Kilgore, “a fine man with plenty of patience.”

Jim points out that in ’74 streaking had become “an acceptable fad on the LSU campus, actually commonplace.

“And being a group of kids who were always challenging the system, we had to come up with the ultimate place to streak.”

That, he says, was the all-girls Academy.

“We couldn’t have come up with a better place if we had taken another 37 years.”

Jim adds a final note: “All three of us received an anonymous package in the mail a week after the deed.

“Inside we found T-shirts with the FTD florist guy, the god Mercury, on the front, and in big bold letters ‘STREAK IT.’

“I believe it was my mother who sent them to us, even though she denied it at the time.”

After the fall

Julie Kay says, “In my quest to be somewhat physically fit, I was power walking and lightly jogging in Woodlawn Estates when I tripped, most probably over my own two feet, and went face first into the asphalt.

“Glasses broken, blood dripping from a cut above my eye, I made it to the sidewalk and used my cellphone to call a neighbor.

“It was really early, but a woman came out of her house to help.

“Another walking couple stopped to help me into my neighbor’s vehicle.

“My friend Colette Dean came and took me to her husband, local plastic surgeon Dr. John Dean, then to Atlas Optical to get my glasses repaired.

“Just wanted to give a shout-out to the people whose names I didn’t get, and the community of which I am fortunate to be a part of.”

Like father …

Bob Brumberger salutes Dwight Smith and son Terry for being medalists in basketball at the National Senior Olympics in Houston:

“Dwight earned the silver in the 80-84 age bracket and Terry the gold in the 60-64 bracket.

“They are the only father-son competitors among the nation’s best athletes.

“Both are regular ‘lunch bunch’ players at a local health club.”

Worthy causes

Jambalaya will be sold from noon to 3 p.m. Friday in Denham Springs to benefit cancer patient Eric Dunn, 25.

Barbara Goodwin Allen says she is taking orders, and five or more lunches can be delivered to offices between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m., or the lunches can be picked up at 25512 Plantation Ave., Denham Springs.

Call her at (225) 328-0420.

Looking for people

Barbara Templet is looking for women 45 and older who would like to play noncompetitive softball.

They meet at 7 p.m. Mondays and Thursdays and at 7 a.m. on Saturdays.

Call (225) 715-0929 and talk to Rosie if interested.

Special People Dept.

Virginia Aubin, of Flannery Oaks, celebrates her 93rd birthday Monday.

Can a pea see?

Chuck Simms, of Plaquemine, says he and wife Hazel were babysitting their great-niece Kendal Grace Smith, 3?, and trying to get her to eat black-eyed peas.

She told them, “I can’t eat that. Look, those eyes are looking at me!”

Cutting remark

Peggy says she overheard this the other day:

Two Cajuns were waiting at the bus stop when a truck went past loaded with rolls of turf.

Boudreaux said, “I’m gonna do that when I win the lottery.”

“What’s that?” asked Thibodeaux.

“Send the lawn off to be mowed.”

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