Chick St. Germaine, of Harahan, tells this “bucket list” story:

“In 2006, my nephew Randy had a lady friend, Michelle, who was diagnosed with inoperable, terminal brain cancer. Her one last wish was to be able to milk a cow. Uncle Chick was called to solve this request.

“God bless and many thanks for the kindness of Jeff Kleinpeter of Kleinpeter Farms Dairy and the hosts, Dan and his wife, at the beautiful Montpelier facility. They made it happen.

“The best part of this story is that the doctors were in error, and Michelle is doing fine as of this writing.”

Berry, berry sad

B.J. Gouedy says Robby Zeringue’s lament (in the Monday column) about losing his Nicholson Drive blackberry patch to development brings up a widespread problem:

“I have picked berries for years around the Hammond area. But each year more and more sites are gone. People are spraying their fence lines and ditches with poison, and land is being cleared for new homes.

“I have fond memories of my childhood picking with my mom and grandmothers while watching out for snakes. I carried on this wonderful Southern tradition with my grandchildren. I hope this isn’t the gradual disappearance of another memory maker.

“I have had people tell me they wouldn’t get all hot, dirty and scratched up for berries when they can buy jelly at the grocery store. Isn’t that just too sad? And, of course, they are quick to beg for a jar of mine.”

Rubbing it in

Geselle Simmons says she was having lunch with 4-year-old granddaughter Isabella, who has “long, curly, beautiful black hair:”

She says, “I had just had a perm, and Isabella looked at my brand new hairdo and remarked, ‘Grandma, you didn’t comb your hair today.’”

Guilty seating

Mike Eldred, of Tylertown, Mississippi, continues our seminar on the old “Perry Mason” TV shows:

“Sonny Chapman (in the Tuesday column) was indeed correct in identifying victims in Perry Mason episodes (the meanest person). I have noted that in the courtroom the seat next to the aisle on the second row from the back is reserved for the perpetrator. Never sit there.”

Say it right

— Katie Chamberlain, of New Orleans, says, “Right up there with most mispronounced words is my favorite gripe: ‘grievous.’ Too many people say ‘grev-i-us’ instead of ‘gree-vus.’ And they always say it loudly!”

— Kim “Pops” Seago, of Columbia, Tennessee, says, “My music degree program at Louisiana College required either passing a test by correctly pronouncing a list of words or taking a diction course.

“I quickly learned, and never have forgotten, that there is a month that has two, not one, ‘r’s in it.”

Thank-you note

MawMaw Betty, of French Settlement, thanks all who responded to her request in the column for fabric for the Live Oak Methodist Church sewing group:

“They make quilts for veterans, battered women’s shelters, St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. The response has been overwhelming. What a blessing! Thanks to all who donated to these wonderful ladies.”

Not the state

Mike Staples says during a recent visit with his mother, Velma Staples, for her 92nd birthday, they had a good laugh over the story about how she got her nickname during her work at Harmon General Hospital in Ruston:

“My father, Charley Staples, as a young boy growing up in Ruston, was known around town as ‘Sippy.’ During World War II, as a sergeant in the U.S. Army, when someone needed something done they would say go see ‘Sippy.’

“Soon they discovered that his wife worked at the hospital, so if they needed something they would call and ask for Miss Sippy.”

Special People Dept.

— Harvey Davis, of Baker, celebrates his 91st birthday on Wednesday, Sept. 2. He is a World War II veteran and Purple Heart recipient who participated in the D-Day invasion at Omaha Beach.

— Doris Landry, of Thibodaux, formerly of Brusly St. Martin, celebrates her 90th birthday on Wednesday, Sept. 2.

— Richard and Lillian Slaton, former Baton Rouge residents now in Crescent City, Florida, celebrate their 68th anniversary on Wednesday, Sept. 2.

Thought for the Day

Seen on a T-shirt by Francis Celino, the Metairie Miscreant: “The smartest things about some people are their wisdom teeth.”

Miss Lonesome

Carl Spillman (a brave husband) says, “My wife’s Chihuahua is so ugly I wasted money getting her fixed.”

It’s hereditary?

Algie Petrere says, “My daughter Melanie shared this ‘punny’ with me: ‘If attacked by a mob of clowns, go for the juggler.’

“Sorry, I guess it runs in the family.”

Contacting Smiley

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