You might be from south Louisiana if …
Joe Guilbeau, of Plaquemine, obviously feeling I need some rejuvenation, sent over a bottle of Hadacol, Dudley J. LeBlanc’s legendary tonic.
It was a popular patent medicine in the ’50s and Couzan Dud, a native of Youngsville, used big-name stars like Bob Hope to promote it.
But I didn’t realize there was a “Captain Hadacol,” a caped crusader who “used Hadacol like Popeye used spinach” to gain his super powers.
It’s a shame he’s forgotten today, and not in all those movies about superheroes.
One of the most imaginative drinking games I ever heard of was the creation of the late Pat King, who years ago ran a New Orleans bar called The Gin Mill on Magazine Street, across from the A&P.
It was when Jagermeister was being heavily promoted in these parts, and when “The People’s Court” was a popular afternoon TV show.
Pat’s patrons became devoted to the show, and when she wrote Judge Joseph Wapner to tell him so, he sent her a huge photo, which she mounted behind the bar.
Her idea was that if they developed a taste for the stuff, they might pay for it later.
Also, she said, “When they’re watching TV, they’re not arguing about politics or football!”
Mike Romano, of Lake Rosemound, says that when he called his florist, Debbie, to have flowers delivered for his wife’s birthday, “she said her delivery girl was not familiar with Lake Rosemound.
“But she offered to send her son, who works for the Sheriff’s Office and knows the area, when he got off work.
“That afternoon, there was a tap on the front door. My wife went to the door and saw a uniformed deputy with flowers in his hand.
“She yelled, ‘Mike, come see, I don’t know if this is good or bad!’
“I had totally forgotten about Debbie’s son delivering the flowers.
“We all had a good laugh.”
Frank Fronczek says our car songs remind him of The Eagles’ “Take It Easy,” in which a young man standing on a corner in Winslow, Ariz., is checked out by a young lady in a flatbed Ford:
“To commemorate the song, there is a bronze statue on a street corner in Winslow — a random guy with a guitar just standing there.
Pat Ammon, of Metairie, says quilting guilds are known for their clever names:
“The one I attend is Cotton Pickin’. One in Morgan City is Sew Happy Quilters. Another in New Orleans is Stichey Fingers. And one somewhere in Mississippi is Peace Makers.”
Allie Dupré, 92, of Paincourtville, loves getting her Advocate, but daughter Cheryl Daigle says it was getting harder for her to go down her steps.
“For the past several years, one of her neighbors, Freddie Landry, has been getting her paper and putting it on her porch right next to her door.
“As if that’s not enough, he asks other neighbors to do it when he is out of town.
“Mama moved here eight years ago, leaving her beloved Grand Bayou, where she was born and raised. Thanks to all her neighbors who have made her feel so welcome!”
Marietta Herr says the kids in her family keep everyone entertained:
“My brother’s daughter wanted to know why the Saints had ‘peeling bananas’ painted on their hats.
“Her brother, after attending Sunday School and learning the song ‘Jesus loves me, this I know, ’cause the Bible tells me so,’ asked his dad, ‘Why is the Bible telling him to SEW?’
“Our oldest daughter, when learning to speak, made up words. A few include:
“Wettnessing: A light misty drizzle — not a rain.
“Razoring: Daddy shaving.
“Whiteness: Mashed potatoes.
“Dinkums: The sound the auto’s directional signals make. (We still use that word.)
“Burning sauce: Tabasco.”
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.
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