Regular readers of this column are aware that some of the best ideas anywhere come from my faithful contributors.
Lillian Grossley carries on this noble tradition with this gem:
"While watching the Saints paddle the Bucs on Sunday, my husband, John, mentioned that we should have a name for the leap to the fans the players often do after making a touchdown — like the 'Lambeau Leap' by the Green Bay Packers.
"He threw out 'Saints Leap,' but we both decided that wasn’t quite it.
"I then thought of the 'Fleur de Leap' — he loves it.
"I thought this would make an interesting challenge for all of your loyal readers — come up with our own name for the Saints leap.
"Maybe Sean Payton and Mr. Benson will like it enough to make it official. If they pick my suggestion, I wouldn’t mind a pair of lifetime season tickets (just saying …)."
OK, Lillian, the contest is open — but honestly, I can't think of anything that beats "Fleur de Leap."
No, this isn't a Saints story. …
Nancy Stich tells this "naming grandparents" tale:
"In 2012, my husband and I were delighted to learn that we were going to be grandparents. Always the planner, I quickly selected 'GiGi' to be the name that I would like used in reference to me.
"I suggested to my husband that he should think about his name. Lo and behold, in November, Amelia was born.
"At family gatherings, I referred to myself as GiGi. Not having a grandfatherly name to refer to my husband of 35 years, I jokingly referred to my husband, Paul, as 'that man that GiGi lives with.'
"It only took a few occasions of this for my daughter to select my husband's grandfatherly title. She dubbed him 'Dat,' short for 'Dat man that GiGi lives with.'
"The title has stuck, and now all five grandchildren call us GiGi and Dat."
Playing her song
Fritz McCameron says, "I found Alma Mims' item in your Nov. 4 column quite interesting, for she quoted some words to a tune her mother sang ('It was midnight on the ocean/Not a streetcar was in sight …' etc.)
"I think they were from 'Ain't We Crazy,' and my mother sang them, too.
"I plan to open my radio show with this on WBRH (90.3 FM) next Sunday at 8 a.m.
"Alma, who lives in Mandeville, can hear it on the internet at WBRH.ORG. Just click on 'WBRH 90.3' on the website's home page."
Special People Dept.
Pud and A.J. Tranchina celebrate their 59th anniversary Wednesday, Nov. 8.
Barbara, of River Ridge, has this "regional language" story:
"I was visiting my daughter in Naperville, Illinois, last year.
"We were in the kitchen, and my granddaughter tells my daughter Elizabeth, 'Mama, why you saying y'all? You never say y'all."
"Too many days with Gram, I guess."
Kerry LeBlanc adds another "old saying" tale to our collection:
"When I was a kid, there were always six of us at the dinner table during meals — Mom, Dad and four siblings.
"If one of us kids attempted to get a little more food than the others, my mom, from rural Amite, would say, 'That's enough for you, Tom Hagan.'
"We didn't know who Tom was; we just assumed he was someone who long ago was known to be greedy.
"Mom said she heard the phrase as a kid also and once used it to correct her little brother at a church dinner, only to be quickly hushed by her mother, pointing out that Tom Hagan was in attendance."
Not just guys!
In the Monday column, you might recall, Alice Gooch told a story about men not listening.
Karen Poirrier, of Lutcher, says it's not limited to just men:
"After spending one of her many sleepovers at her 'Lutcher house,' 3-year-old granddaughter Kenley greeted her mother, Ann, eagerly at the door to tell her mommy that Grandmother was 'mean.'
"'Why? What did she do?' Ann asked. 'She doesn't listen,' Kenley responded emphatically.
"Now husband Buddy laughs whenever Kenley visits and gives me a directive."