Kim “Pops” Seago, of Columbia, Tennessee, joins our discussion of quick weddings:
“Working at two part-time jobs and one full-time job to support my family in the ’70s in Baton Rouge, I photographed more than 125 weddings in three years.
“The most unusual church wedding ceremony I shot lasted less than 11 minutes and included: the mother of the bride being seated, the bride following the bridesmaid and flower girl to the front of the church, the bride being given away, the country preacher saying ‘Do you?,’ the couple answering ‘We do,’ the preacher saying ‘You are,’ and the couple running down the aisle.
“That was the fastest $100 I ever made as a photographer, but I have always wondered, ‘Was that a shotgun wedding?’”
With Spanish Town Mardi Gras festivities on the horizon, it was no surprise that some readers saw our Thursday headline, “Spanish town marks turnip-throwing festival,” and figured a new event had been added to the Feb. 6 parade through Baton Rouge’s historical (and hysterical) neighborhood.
Turns out the story was about an event in Piornal, Spain, where a devilish figure called Jarramplas runs through the streets beating a drum as the townsfolk pelt him with turnips — 18 tons of them.
Bob Downing and Reggie Gremillion were the first of several readers to point out the “Spanish town” headline, with Bob remarking, “I was going to go down to the Farmer’s Market to stock up and start practicing when I realized it was in Spain.
“Perhaps our secretary of state could work out one of those sister city arrangements? This sounds like a future Spanish Town tradition.”
Yes, Bob, I think this could well rival the tossing of cabbages at the St. Patrick’s Day Parade.
They would be thrown, of course, by members of The Krewe of Turnip Trollops...
My Advocate colleague Kay Gervais is a Highly Trained Professional Journalist and a serious person, but an item in our “Hints from Heloise” syndicated column so amused her that she felt compelled to respond:
Here’s the original item:
Dear Heloise: When I have to remember something and can’t write it down, I place a big, loose rubber band around my wrist. Later on, when I see it, I remember “Oh, I have to stop and get milk and bread.” It’s a sort of visual clue. — Antoinette in Montana
“Inspired by this write-in,” said Kay, “I’m going to submit a few tips to Heloise:”
Dear Heloise: When I intend to walk in athletic shoes, I tie the laces so that I won’t trip — sometimes even in a pretty, cheery bow! — Kay in the newsroom
Dear Heloise: When I need to know the number of a set of things, I count. — Willing to share my tips in Baton Rouge
Dear Heloise: When traveling to Montana, bring along paper, pencil or electronic device on which you can take notes. The place is awash in rubber bands, but nothing on which to write. — Never been to Montana
Remona Mumford, of Metairie, thanks a lady named Suzanne for being so helpful:
“I came out of Bed Bath & Beyond in Clearview shopping center and was locked out of my car. Suzanne came along, asked if I needed help, and took me to my home near Dorignac’s to get my house key from my neighbor.
“When the neighbor could not find the house key, Suzanne drove me to Lakelawn Funeral Home, where my husband works, to get the key from him.
“She then took me home to get my extra car key, and finally back to Clearview.
“I did not get her last name, but if she reads this I want her to know I will be eternally grateful to her for being my guardian angel.”
Special People Dept.
Evelyn Castille LeBlanc, of Breaux Bridge, celebrates her 99th birthday on Friday, Jan. 22.
Lewis Guidry celebrates his 97th birthday on Sunday, Jan. 24. He is a retired Exxon employee and World War II Army veteran.
Mary Kendrick, of Pride, celebrates her 92nd birthday on Sunday, Jan. 24.
Albert Keller, of Chalmette, celebrates his 90th birthday on Saturday, Jan. 23. He is a World War II veteran.
Bob and Jan Wilson, of Baton Rouge, celebrated their 50th anniversary on Thursday, Jan. 21.
Thought for the Day
From Marvin Borgmeyer: “We spend the first 12 months of our children’s lives teaching them to walk and talk. We spend the next 12 years telling them to sit down and shut up!”
Joe Guilbeau, of Plaquemine, offers this final insult in our long-running series, but it’s one he directs to himself:
“When I was born my ears were so long my momma put me under the porch, and when I didn’t bark she took me back in.”
Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.