Linda Dalferes’ story reminds me of the old gag about a Cajun zoo that features signs describing the animals — and recipes:
“While on a trip to St. Francisville during the Pilgrimage, I was in a group visiting Oakley Plantation, where Aubudon painted many of his bird pictures.
“We came upon a camp set-up where an impersonator dressed in buckskins was demonstrating how people back then made the black powder bullets and the old-time guns they used.
“He explained that many people were not aware that Audubon was quite the hunter, and that he shot and used wire to pose the birds and other animals that he painted.
“After he said that, someone asked, ‘Did he EAT the animals he killed?’ ”
(Linda adds that “one smart-aleck in the group replied, ‘Well now, that would depend on how fast he could paint.’ ”)
Kick it up a notch
Tom Sylvest Jr. adds to our “Coffee Elsewhere in the World” file:
“Many years ago I attended a seminar at a retreat house in northern Virginia.
“During a lecture, I went to the refreshment table in the back of the room to pour myself a cup of coffee.
“Another gentleman, standing by sipping his coffee, nodded to me. I smiled and nodded back.
“I filled my cup from the 100-cup coffee maker, looked into the white plastic foam cup and saw the bottom of the cup.
“I had to double check to make certain I hadn’t poured some mighty weak tea.
“I reached for two packets of instant coffee, put them in my cup, and stirred them in.
“The other fellow watched me all this time and asked, with a smile on his face and a slight Cajun accent, ‘Are you from Louisiana?’ I said, ‘Yeah. How’d you know?’
“He said, ‘Only someone from south Louisiana would fix their coffee that way.’
“Since that time Jim Andrepont and I have been close friends, and when I hear someone say ‘Fix my coffee’ it has a completely different meaning to me.”
Mention of Hadacol led one reader to ask about the origin of the “Hadacol Boogie.”
It was written in 1949 by Bill Nettles, of Monroe, who led a band called the Dixie Blue Boys and was an early performer on Shreveport’s Louisiana Hayride.
His Mercury recording of the song got as high as No. 9 on the country music charts that year.
It is said to be the first song Jerry Lee Lewis performed in public, and a later recording by Jerry Lee featured Buddy Guy.
Special People Dept.
- Austin Fontenot, a World War II veteran, celebrates his 96th birthday Saturday.
- Naomi Shirley, of St. Clare Manor, celebrates her 93rd birthday Friday. She welcomes visitors.
- Hythen McQuiston Hodges celebrated her 91st birthday Thursday.
- Robert J. Pigott, formerly of Elm Park, now in Bogalusa, celebrates his 90th birthday Saturday. He’s retired from the Tempec paper mill in St. Francisville.
- Neal and Bettie Gibson Conley celebrate their 60th anniversary Saturday.
- Bob and Lynda Hebert Piatkiewicz celebrate 50 years of marriage Saturday.
Randall Newsom says, “I recently read in your column about a teacher being glad a kid was an only child.
“In 1963-1964 I was a fourth-grader in Mrs. deBessonet’s classroom at Bakerfield Elementary.
“Two years later, a cousin was in her classroom. The following year, my younger brother. The year after that, another cousin.
Then, the following year, my younger sister.
“It was then that Mrs. deBessonet inquired of my sister, ‘How many more of you ARE there?’ My sister replied, ‘I think I’m the last one.’
“Several years ago, I spoke with Mrs. deBessonet when she was teaching at St. Isisdore. We laughed, remembering the long line of Newsoms. …”
Call the plumber!
Liz Mac says, “One Sunday I joined my granddaughter and her two children to drive from Plaquemine to Luling to visit family.
“We passed a subdivision with an underground fountain — a spout in the middle was shooting water in the air.
“All of a sudden we heard this little voice saying, ‘Uh-oh, the hosepipe broke!’
“It was Lexi, my 3-year-old great-granddaughter telling her 8-year-old brother Cade what she saw.”
Lanell says, “During his preschool days my son, Brent A. Dugas, stayed with his grandmother, Stella D. Dugas, while I taught school.
“His grandmother did not drive, so the milkman delivered milk and eggs to the refrigerator.
“One day when I arrived to get him, he announced that he knew where eggs and milk came from.
“When I asked, ‘Where?’ he proudly answered, ‘From cows, because the milkman brings them.’ ”
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