Ina G. Navarre, of Baton Rouge, has another story about her father, Russell Gremillion, and his adventurous nature:
"When he was about 15 years old and living in Plaucheville on his family’s farm, he broke his leg.
"It was wintertime, so the entire family was cooped up inside to take advantage of the warmth while my father was laid up with a cast on his leg following a nasty break.
"Somehow or other, a World War II hand grenade had made its way into his very modest collection of items to 'play' with.
"As he was studying it to see if he could figure out how it worked, he 'accidentally' pulled the pin out, seemingly readying the grenade for detonation.
"When the family realized what he had done, they all ran out of the house and left him there to suffer the consequences of his actions.
"Fortunately for him (and for me, as I would not be here otherwise), the hand grenade did not go off, and he lived to laugh about the event, which he still does today.
"A pattern of taking things apart (including breaking them further) before he could begin to fix them followed for many years."
Exercising his option
Linda Jennings says, "My dad loved writing you funny stories about his grandchildren. Before he passed away, he wanted to send you a story about his great-grandchild. In his honor, I'm sending this in:
"Our 18-month-old grandchild had a play date at a friend's house. He was not too happy about sharing his toys.
"My daughter, trying to teach him to play nice, explained, 'Wesley, you can play nice or we will have to go home.'
"Wesley got up, grabbed his shoes, walked to the door, pointed out and said, 'Home.'
"My daughter was so shocked she had no response but to go home."
Teacher Melissa Anderson tells of this class project:
"As we slide into spring, my seventh-graders at Maurepas School have enjoyed Robert Frost's 'Nothing Gold Can Stay.'
"We've created our own island version, based on our swamp and river surroundings:
"The swamp's first green is red,
As maples spring forth from the dead.
Cypress will soon have its way,
And nothing red will stay."
To die for
Cheryl M. Litwin, of Metairie, tells of a childhood incident involving her son, now 32:
"His father wore a gold chain when our son was a little boy, about 5 years old. He was constantly asking my husband about it, wanting to touch it and wear it.
"His dad finally said, 'You can have it when I die.'
"One day, we were driving past a busy bus stop, and a man standing there was wearing a thick gold chain around his neck.
“'That man’s daddy died,' our son said, pointing directly at the man.
"When we asked why he would say that, he quickly replied, 'Cuz he’s wearing his daddy’s chain.'”
Ronnie Stutes says a recent description of the "rotunda" of the State Capitol is not correct:
"Rotunda refers to a round room or building. The large rectangular public space between the Senate and House chambers is Memorial Hall."
"Many years ago on a business trip to Peru," says Bo Bienvenu, of Prairieville, "I visited some old ruins.
"As we were walking up the hill to the ruins, a lady asked, 'How does it feel to be walking on something this old?'
"My response drew a disgusted look: 'Do you think this dirt is older than the dirt in Baton Rouge?'”
Algie Petrere revives our old "walks into a bar" joke series with these decidedly offbeat entries:
"Two quotation marks walk into a 'bar.'
"A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
"A question mark walks into a bar?
"At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar — fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack."
Touch of green on trees
Leaves awaken to greet spring
World coming alive