The littlest Saints fan speaks up

Dear Smiley: Recently my wife, Catherine, and I attended church at Albany Hungarian Presbyterian, and our pastor, the Rev. Don Thursby, told the following:

His son’s wife gave birth to a baby girl, McKenzie, almost two years ago.

Unfortunately, being National Guard members, both parents were deployed to Afghanistan right after she was born.

This left Rev. Don and his wife the job of McKenzie’s caretakers while his son and daughter-in-law did their duty.

When the parents returned, after the homecoming here they took McKenzie to the Midwest to see the daughter-in-law’s people.

Amazed at all the changes that can happen in the first two years of life, the Midwesterners wanted to know what McKenzie had learned during her stay in Louisiana.

Without blinking an eye, she stood up, pumped her arm in the air, and screamed, “Who Dat! Who Dat!”

The Kansas City Chiefs fans were not impressed.



No horsing around

Dear Smiley: My husband, Craig, remembers working in the family garden very well.

His family had a half-acre garden and two acres of corn, and was the only one in Brittany (outside Gonzales) that did not have a tractor.

He was the only teenage boy in the area who still had to use a horse and plow, which was unusual in the late 1970s. He hated working in the garden, and really hated to “hoe the rows.”

Several years ago, I suggested that we plant a garden.

Craig flatly refused, saying he had to do it when he was growing up, and had no intention of doing it on purpose.

A few months later he suggested that we plant a garden (he claims not to remember my initial idea).

We have enjoyed the vegetables from our garden for several years now.

Of course, we bought a tiller first.


St. Amant

Well educated

Dear Smiley: Some years ago Martha and I went out to eat with good friends at an excellent restaurant in Charlottesville, Va.

Our friends encouraged us to try the bouillabaisse.

I was doubly skeptical because we weren’t in Louisiana, and I still remembered the Cajun stir-fry made with kielbasa I had once seen on a menu in an upscale Chicago hotel.

But at the friends’ urging, I ordered the bouillabaisse.

It was fantastic - a huge steaming pewter bowl overflowing with oysters, crab claws and pieces of fish swimming in an excellently seasoned soup.

I asked if I could personally compliment the cook.

A young man in a tall white hat came to our table.

When I told him how good the bouillabaisse was, he said, “Thank you. I just finished my internship at Commander’s Palace in New Orleans.”


Baton Rouge

Heirlooms with stamps

Dear Smiley: One more S&H Green Stamp story:

I married my second husband in 1968. Money was very tight, so I redeemed my Green Stamp books for several serving dishes.

We had a small family wedding and used those dishes for the reception.

Since then the same dishes have been used at two of my children’s weddings and two of my grandchildren’s weddings, and also for family parties at graduation, baby showers and even for the christening party of my great-grandson Alex.

And I am sure that the dishes will be used in the future. Not a bad investment!



Generation gapping

Dear Smiley: Jeff Pederson’s mention of old TV shows brought to mind a trip I once made to Nashville with my 18-year-old grandson.

Even though my memory isn’t what it used to be, I recall the trip very well. It was last week.

At Jackson, Tenn., we saw a sign advertising the Casey Jones Railroad Museum. My grandson had never heard of Jones.

In Nashville, we drove past a street named in memory of Earl Shacklett.

I mentioned that my father was a friend of Earl, who was father-in-law of Brenda Lee. My grandson asked, “Who is Brenda Lee?”

The lack of knowledge these kids have of such historic people is astounding!

Meanwhile, he blathered on about people I never heard of.

Who the heck are these guys named Justin? He mentioned a Timberlake and another that sounded like “beeper.”



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