December 30, 1999

I know a friend of mine from Morgan City – his initials are M.T. – who was on a strict diet. He lost so much weight that every time he yawns, his pants fall down.


Money doesn’t go as far as it use to go; but at least it goes faster!


During the Civil War, Berwick Bay was known as “No Man’s Water.” This was so, as the Yankees were on the Morgan City side and the Confederates were on the Berwick side. Now I know why two of my coffee-drinking buddies from Morgan City are always boosting for the Yankees.

The two sides – the Yankees and Confederates – fought each other for almost a year until Gen. Banks came and forced the Confederates back up toward Shreveport. And there the war ended. Another big battle was fought at Calumet.

I met Lenard Shaft going to church one day and he saw me and said, “Nina, you’ve got to be a very old person to write about things in your column about people who have been dead for over 80 years.” I said to Lenard, “You must be a ripe old age yourself, because when you came to Berwick, I was a ‘little-bitty’ boy and you were a grown man.”


People see my wife and wonder why a good-looking girl like her married a fellow like me. Well, I want you to know that when I was courting Ruth, I was a good-looking fellow. I had hair, my own teeth and muscles like you wouldn’t believe. But that was before I got the furniture flu (that’s when your chest falls into your drawers).


I was Christmas shopping one day when a lady stopped me and asked me if I was the one writing the column “Recollections” in The Daily Review. I told her I was. She told me that her name was Shirley Soileaux from Basile. She said my column made her cry as well as laugh. She said they were so different from other writers. She said that she looks forward every week for The Review to read my column.

I also received a letter from Bill Medlack in Stratford, Okla. I met him a few years back in Ontario, Canada. He said that he saw me and my column on the Internet.


Remember Tommy Mack? In the early ’20’s, he worked at the depot in Berwick. He was a fanatic on washing his car; every other day he also waxed it. His Pontiac shined so much that at night it sparkled like “Tinker Bell.” Just to look at his car, you had to wear sunglasses.


They say that when the sun shines at the same time that it is raining, the Devil is beating his wife.

Well, last month, Mrs. Devil sure had a sore behind!

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