I just heard from Victoria Atkinson, the lady I wrote about in February.
She and her husband, who lived in Empire, wound up in a FEMA trailer in Plaquemine after Hurricane Katrina destroyed their home and possessions.
Among the donated clothing she received was a heavy wool coat from a lady up north, with $112 in the pocket to help out whoever got it.
(The incident inspired Sam Irwin to write an award-winning short story in the current issue of Country Roads magazine.)
Virginia says that after she received the gift, she and husband Alex were determined to pass along good deeds.
Alex had a chance when, walking to his truck after work at the Dow plant, he spotted a wallet on the ground.
It contained $600 cash, plus credit cards, etc.
Says Victoria, “Without a second thought, Alex walked back to the guard shack and gave the wallet to the guard.
“A week or so later he asked about the wallet.
“The guard said, ‘Boy, was that guy ever happy! God bless you, son.’
“When Alex came home that night and told me the story, he said that ‘God bless you’ was the greatest reward he had ever received.
“Passing it on feels great!”
Shlomo Pielstick-Kennedy wonders if some folks serving Louisiana-style cuisine have ever even been to our state:
“Having been stuck in San Diego for the past three months, I was delighted to find a restaurant downtown called ‘Louisiana Seafood Kitchen.’
“I went there for supper and ordered boiled crawfish, at $10 a pound.
“They were covered with a slimy sauce that made them almost impossible to peel, and half of them were too small to eat.
“I then ordered gumbo, which was served in a big coffee mug.
“When I asked the waiter whether they had any filé, he said, ‘Yes, we have catfish fillet.’
“I explained that what I wanted was filé, or ground sassafras leaves.
“He said, ‘No sir, we don’t have that.’
“If you like good food, it’s best to stay in la belle Louisiane.”
Nice People Dept.
A lady says she and a friend took another friend, visiting here from Boston, to lunch at the Cortana Piccadilly.
She thanks a generous gent named Jerry for picking up their lunch tab.
Sara Campagna Jacobs says, “As a young girl growing up in Baton Rouge, I remember going to Dalton’s (?) department store on Third Street around Christmas time.
“At the top of the escalator, immediately on the right, was an awesome display — a miniature castle with lights.
“To a young girl, this was a fairylike dream castle.
“Does anyone else remember such a thing?”
On Tuesday, if you have lunch or dinner at Bistro Byronz on Government Street and say you are there to support the Battered Women’s Program, 20 percent or the tab will go to the program. (And 10 percent of takeout charges will be donated.)
Special People Dept.
On Saturday William O. Cox, a World War II veteran, celebrated his 95th birthday.
Martha Breard, of Lake Sherwood Village, celebrates her 94th birthday Tuesday.
Frances Emory Levine celebrates her 92nd birthday Tuesday.
Sharkey Vance Chaney celebrated his 91st birthday Sunday.
Mary Tarver celebrated her 91st birthday Saturday, not her 92nd as the Friday column reported.
Betty Belleu, of Lakewood Quarters, celebrated her 90th birthday Monday.
Rudolph and Betty Jean Watson, of Denham Springs, celebrated their 59th anniversary Sunday.
After a reader commented on the wear and tear on our bodies over a long life, Carol Harrison told of a poem she discovered many years ago:
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty body, but rather to skid in broadside thoroughly used up, proclaiming, ‘Wow, what a ride!’ ”
Only in Louisiana
Faye Hoffman Talbot, of Jackson, says, “On our way home from Lafayette we noticed the traffic in the opposite lanes was at a standstill.
“We were over the water at Whiskey Bay.
“People got out of their vehicles and started visiting.
“One man had a better idea.
“He took out his rod and reel and starting fishing.”