Two more tales of accents and their effect on the ability of communicate:
Marsha Reichle says, “My friend Pat said Tom had left ‘a CD’ for her, and would I know where it might be.
“I quickly found the book with an inserted note: ‘For Pat.’
“She frowned and said, ‘It’s a book? I thought he said it was on a disk.’
“I thought for a moment and then explained, ‘We’re Southerners. It was on the DESK.’ ”
Charles V. Breard says, “In 1954 I came to LSU from Monroe, having hardly ever been outside of Monroe, and was assigned a dorm room in the North Stadium.
“I had two roommates — one from Brooklyn (basketball scholarship) and one from New Orleans.
“I couldn’t understand either one of them!
“It seemed everybody else on that floor of the dorm was from Marksville … and I couldn’t understand ANY of them…
“I was a ‘lost puppy’ for a while — homesick, skinny, head shaved and surrounded by strangers speaking foreign languages.”
Lost in translation
Ron Thibodeaux says, “This is a true story that my dad, Alex Thibodeaux, used to tell us.
“One of my dad’s neighbors in Church Point went to the Catholic church to have his son baptized.
“The priest asked him in English, ‘What do you want to name your son?’
“The neighbor, who wanted his son to be ‘Jr.,’ answered, ‘Après moi’ (‘After me’).
“So that was the baby’s name, Après Moi. He kept that name all his life.”
Robo checks in
With campaigning for various public offices about to kick into high gear, it’s likely more of you will have this experience.
Dot Wise Wirth says, “I’ve gotten some strange phone calls recently:
“Phone: ‘Ring, ring.’
“Phone (robo voice): ‘Thank you for calling…’
“Me: ‘I didn’t call you.’
“Phone (robo voice continues right over my voice): ‘Please listen carefully as the menu items may have changed…’
“Me (hanging up): ‘Huh?’ ”
“Some memories trigger deep smell and taste sensations,” says T-Bob Taylor, of Panama City Beach, Fla.:
“I suspect many of your readers smiled when (Edwin Edwards) announced (his candidacy for Congress).
“Does this mean he’ll host another mega-crawfish feast like he did for us at LSU back in the early ’70s?
“Gov. Edwards, I salute you. THAT was a crawfish boil of crawfish boils. And we’ve all seen quite a few.”
Looking for stuff
Tommy Gilmore says, “In keeping with the recent letters about restaurants of memory, I wonder if any of your readers have the recipe for ‘Greg’s Special Sauce’ that was served with oysters on the half shell at Giamanco’s.
“It was published in the paper way back before the restaurant closed, but I haven’t been able to find it anywhere.
“It was goooood!”
Special People Dept.
Trudy Jud, of The Haven, celebrates her 104th birthday Wednesday, March 19.
Perry Anderson Snyder says, “Grandparents know instinctively that a call from a son or daughter that begins with ‘Everything’s OK’ will be followed with a ‘but.’
“We received such a call from our daughter informing us that grandson Anderson had a very close and painful encounter with a basketball pole and that they were en route to the emergency room at the Lake.
“An R.N., Sarah predicted correctly that five stitches would be needed to repair the damage to the 5-year-old’s forehead.
“That evening Anderson related in considerable detail his experience in the health care system.
“Painstakingly, he described how ‘the doctor tied knots in my head.’
“Nothing like a big bandage and a story to go with it to make a guy the BMOC at school the next day.”
You people are trying to get me in trouble.
I bet you’re expecting me to slip up and use one of the words from our “not fit to print” list.
After I mentioned missing letters on business signs, I’ve been getting items like this one from Anonymous:
“Years ago there was a business in my town with a lighted sign stating the name of the business, ‘The Shoe House.’
“The ‘S’ would frequently go out.”
And LaNell Hilborn, of Pineville, tells of the Fast Glass Shop in Tioga:
“They are located across the street and down about a block from Tioga High School.
“Every once in a while they get to work in the morning and find that someone has used the front of their building (where their sign is painted in huge block letters) as a painting canvas.
“When it happens I always think one of the students has won a bet.”
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