Mike Staid says our “series of ‘language lessons’ reminds me of a close encounter with Cajunspeak:
“My friend Rudy and I were going to spend the weekend at his houseboat deep in the Spillway out of Stephensville.
“On a fine Saturday morning, we went to the local store to purchase a few more necessary supplies and pay for the use of the landing.
“After ringing up the beverages and snacks, the lady behind the counter asked if there was anything else.
“I said, yes, I needed to pay for a launch.
“Startled, she looked down the counter to a food prep area and back at me and said, ‘Honey, I can fix you a biscuit or something, but it’s too early for lunch!’ ”
More misheard song lyrics:
George Sells says he had a problem with an Elvis Presley hit “when I was in college up Nawth.
“I heard it and hummed it as ‘Return Lucinda.’ (It was actually ‘Return to Sender.’)”
And S.L. in Ethel heard Kenny Rogers lament in “You Picked A Fine Time to Leave Me, Lucille” that he had been left “… with four hundred children …” rather than four hungry children (and a crop in the field.)
Domino’s the First
Our New Orleans-area readers are waxing nostalgic about Domino’s, a local pizza place before the name was attached to a national chain.
Nolen J. LeBlanc Sr., of Harahan, says he “remembers vividly” Domino’s on St. Charles Avenue near Lafayette Square:
“My best friend and I used to visit the place at least once a week and thought Domino’s was the very best place in the world for pizza.
“As I recall, the owner’s name was Sam Domino, and he could be found sitting at the cash register near the front door.
“If I’m not mistaken, it was Sam who invented what is today called French bread pizza, only he called it ‘pizza burgers.’
“In the 1980s, Domino’s Pizza Parlor moved to a location on Airline Highway in Metairie.
“I believe it closed permanently in the early ’90s.”
Putting down pizza
We’ve had several stories about the early days of pizza in America.
Linda King, of St. Francisville, reminds us that the new Italian dish wasn’t universally welcomed to these shores:
“In the early ’60s in Baton Rouge, pizza was really beginning to catch on.
“It seemed everybody had tried it except for my family.
“My Aunt Audrey was country to the core. She advised us she had tried it during a church group outing, and in her opinion, we weren’t missing anything.
“According to Aunt Audrey, it was just some tough old biscuit dough rolled out real thin, spread with a little tomato sauce with some cheese sprinkled on top. She couldn’t see what the fuss was about.”
Looking for stuff
Moving from pizza to barbecue, Marsanne Golsby says Jay’s Bar-B-Q starts celebrating its 60th anniversary Monday, April 21:
“We are looking for pictures people may have of their family eating at Jay’s or even old pictures of Jay Prothro, the founder.
“We’d like to make copies to frame and hang in the store.”
Bring pictures to Jay’s on Sherwood Forest Boulevard. (Marsanne adds, “The Government Street store has been under separate ownership by good friends of Jay’s since 1983, so don’t bring them there.”)
Baton Rouge Wendy’s franchise, Diamond Foods, raised $31,777 for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital between November and March. In two years, the franchise has raised a total of more than $60,000.
Wendy’s customers could purchase a Frosty key chain tag for $1, good for a free Junior Frosty with any purchase on every visit for the entire year.
Special People Dept.
Millie (Mrs. William B.) Gladney, of St. James Place, celebrates her 102nd birthday on Monday, April 7.
Veronica Poirrier, of Gonzales, is familiar with this quote: “What other people say about you is none of your business.”
She says, “I believe it, but ...
“A few years ago when my grandson Michael Poirrier was visiting from Houston, he said, ‘MawMaw, when we talk about you, we say how you say dinner for breakfast.’
“I told him I say dinner for lunch and asked how often they talk about me.
“He said, ‘All the time.’
“Now I just wonder what they say … but it is none of my business.”
A moving service
LeNell Hilborn, of Pineville, says, “The other day I was talking to one of my sisters, Rachel Cupples, about articles in your column about kids in church.
“She told me that many years ago, when her daughter Missy was about 4 years old, she took her to church and let her sit in the auditorium with her instead of going to the nursery.
“When they left, Missy told her mother that she couldn’t go to that church anymore.
“When Rachel asked her why, she said, ‘cause she couldn’t dance.’
“I didn’t ask, but it must have been Pentecostal.”
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.