“My daughter’s wedding is about a month away,” says Glenn Everett.

“Her soon-to-be in-laws tell us that their grandsons have asked when they would get their bear costumes.

“When asked what that was about, they reminded them that they were ‘ringbears’ in the wedding.”

Paging Mr. Snow...

Colleague George Morris tells a great story about people outside Louisiana having trouble with Cajun names.

He says when Advocate sports writer Howard Arceneaux showed up to play in a golf tournament at the Southeastern Conference spring meeting in Destin, Florida, he couldn’t find his name listed among the competitors.

After much searching, he finally found it: “Howard R. Snow.”

Military mistakes

More cases of Louisiana names causing problems:

— Pat Dupuy says, “Please add one more name mispronunciation to your column: Dupuy (correct pronunciation ‘Dew-pwee.’)

“I answered my Army drill sergeant’s call-out for Patricia ‘Doopy’ after remaining silently to ‘Doo-pie’ and ‘Doo-poo.’

“To this day, do I correct anyone saying my name? Not me!”

— Charles A. Templet says, “While serving in the U.S. armed services some 20 years total, I was referred to as Private (much later, Sergeant ‘Temple-ette.’

“My name, Templet, is of course pronounced ‘Tomplay’ whilst home in Louisiana.

“One day on barracks duty at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, someone called for me over the intercom to report to the office — and called for ‘Private Tomplay.’

“For a while I didn’t recognize my name being called. Then they called a second time. I went to the office, and it was my cousin, Private Earl Alberado, from Plaquemine.”

Luck of the draw

Carl Spillman says our stories about drill instructors and Cajun names reminded him of his stroke of good luck in that regard:

“My company DI was a salty old World War II gunner’s mate named Cormier.

“He singled me out the first day of boot camp, and made downright ugly remarks about the bayous, that I should have a mud ring around my legs from Bayou Lafourche, etc.

“But I never made the dreaded mess cooking list.”

Remember when?

“Spike” sends over a list of nostalgia items that’s evidently going around the Internet. Here are a few of them; see if they ring a bell. Do you recall back when:

— All the girls had ugly gym uniforms.

— It took three minutes for the TV to warm up.

— Nobody owned a purebred dog.

— A quarter was a decent allowance.

— You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.

— You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time. And you didn’t pay for air. And, you got trading stamps to boot.

Survival tip

Jean Haydel says Karen Poirrier’s recent comments about making salad from choudrant (wild thistle) reminds her that “my dad taught me it was a good source of water in the wild.”

Sweet, Soo

Sue Robinson says, “Here’s an item I’ve wanted to send in since the holiday season ended.

“I received a very precious Christmas gift this season, but it wasn’t what was in the gift bag — it was actually on the outside of the package.

“One of my sweet great-nephews always shops for family members, and he does a great job of selecting unique gifts for everyone.

“Although I love the candle he gave me, the real gift was the tag on the gift: ‘To Ant Soo...’

“I love it so much that I framed it.”

You’re so vain

“I used to say that I loved people who were brave enough to tell me the truth,” says Linda Dalferes. “Not so much anymore.

“My cute young hairdresser said to me when I mentioned that I was thinking of letting my hair go gray: ‘You’ll never do that, you’re too vain.’”

Thought for the Day

From Tony Falterman, of Napoleonville: “Lord, give me COFFEE to change the things I can change, and WINE to accept the things I can’t.”

But young at heart

Doug Allen says, “My 17-year-old son, Michael, and I went to the James Taylor concert in Baton Rouge.

“While waiting in line I guessed the average age was 60, and texted my wife about it.

“My son had already texted her and said the average age was ‘old.’”

Shallow thinking

Marsha R. says, “My favorite beatnik joke is about the two beatniks staring at the ocean.

“The first says, ‘Man, dig all that crazy water.’

“The other one says, ‘Yeah man, and that’s only the top!’”

Contacting Smiley

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.