Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Whiskey and Funerals

We buried Ms. Dottie last week... for those of you in the know, that's "Dottie with the Body." Dottie was a member of the Whiskey Widows, a select group of elderly women who lived in my old apartment complex. Ms. Dottie always introduced herself as "Hi, I'm Dottie... with the Body." Of course, she didn't introduce herself to me that way, but rather to the attractive young man who was helping me move in. Dottie was a bit of a flirt :-)

When I first arrived, I was greeted by a neighbor who said, "We have cocktails every day at 5:00 pm at Ms. Verone's. You have a standing invitation to join us." Ms. Verone was the widow of the lieutenant governor under Earl K. Long. She was in her mid-80s and owing to a bum knee, she was virtually confined to her apartment (except when she ventured out in her indestructible Lincoln Town Car). Her social life was the cocktail hour, and she entertained us with stories of Louisiana politics, and fed us appetizers like olive cheese balls* and shrimp salad. On LSU game day, there was always a crowd at Ms. Verone's.

Carolyn, Dottie, Frances, Jerry, Sue, Nancy, Fred

For every Whiskey Widow there's a story: Ms. Frances was the daughter of a publisher and taught in the Baton Rouge schools even though she didn't need the money. She owned half a condo on the corner of Esplanade and Bourbon Street in New Orleans. She was very generous with the key, and I stayed there at least twice. Ms. Doris was the secretary for five Louisiana governors, including Jimmie Davis (who wrote "You are my Sunshine"). Sue B. also worked for the Baton Rouge schools trying to make a difference. There are two Ms. Margarets and a BeBe, and a number of us who just like to be inspired by these phenomenal women.

Because of their advanced age, the Whiskey Widows are becoming rarer and rarer. Verone died in 2005, the weekend of Hurricane Rita. Sue B. and I crashed her funeral (a long, sad story, best saved for another time). Ms. Frances died this past summer. And now Dottie... with the Body.

Contrary to their moniker, the Whiskey Widows prefer vodka martinis with a green cocktail tomato. Drink one this weekend in their honor, and to the health of those remaining!

Joey and Dottie

* Verone's Olive Cheese Balls:

½ lb. cheddar cheese, shredded
1 stick butter, chilled and shredded
1 ½ cups flour
cayenne pepper
worcestershire sauce
Jar of pimiento-stuffed olives

Combine the shredded cheddar cheese, the cold shredded butter, flour and cayenne pepper to taste. Prepare as for a pastry dough/pie crust, adding just enough worcestershire sauce to hold the mixture together. Wrap individual olives in the dough about an 1/8 of an inch thick. Bake at 400 degrees for 15 minutes. TIP: These freeze well and can be reheated!

Movin' on up...

This past weekend I moved into my own one bedroom apartment within walking distance of my office on the LSU campus. It's also within walking distance of the University Lakes. How cool is that?!

This is the third time I've moved in two months. First I had to pack up everything in Austria, leaving behind what I wouldn't need in Louisiana (sweaters, ski pants, winter coat, Eisstock) and I moved to Iowa for a month. Then I repacked all my belongings and moved to Baton Rouge, where I lived with very kind and generous friends for a month. Now I'm in a penthouse apartment (read: third floor) thanks to help of Expert Moving of Baton Rouge – I highly recommend them! I've learned much about myself during this move. When I moved everything into storage two years ago, I thought I really downsized. Looking at the mountain of boxes in the front room, I have no idea where I got all this stuff, what I did with it for all those years, and what the hell I'm going to do with it now. Most of it is books or kitchen supplies, which is I suppose natural for an academic whose hobby is cooking. What surprised me though is what I got rid of... I gave away my favorite bookshelf, which means I'm going to have to get another wall unit (for all the books in all those boxes). And things that I missed when I was in Austria (like a hubby, i.e. backrest for reading in bed) I evidently tossed. And I'm still missing a box of mixing bowls and measuring cups...

Well, back to unpacking. If anyone needs a set of Rosepoint crystal or books by Thucydides, let me know.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Assignment - Labor Day!

For all my writer friends out there, here's a challenge! Select one of the photos below and use it as inspiration for a poem, or short story, or character sketch that you write over the Labor Day weekend. I'd love to read what you write (pocketjoey@gmail.com). And feel free to pass along the challenge. Who knows? I might be able to come up with some sort of reward for your LABOR!