To say that Grandma was a Saints fan would be an enormous understatement. She never missed a game. She would get so worked up that her doctor would later advise her to not watch the games live because it was bad for her heart. She was the strongest, healthiest woman, but when the saints were on, she was liable to give herself a heart attack. The Saints winning the Super Bowl in 2010 was likely the most excited that I had ever seen her. She would chant, "Rah, Rah, Ree- Kick him in the knee! Rah, Rah, Rass... Kick him in the other knee!" Christmas Eve, 2020, Grandma was sedated on a ventilator. For her Christmas present, the family cam together to get her beloved Drew Brees to make her a video in which he would express his condolences, prayers, and wish her well. I would like to think that she could hear us and Drew Brees. I'm sure that she will be bragging to everyone that Drew Brees knew her name.
Tuesday nights were dart nights. Judy, Me, Diane, and Jim were sitting at a table together. I get up and go to the bar to get a drink and this girl came up and puts her arm around me. She starts whispering something in my ear, and kissing my neck. One furious Judy walks up, takes the girl's arm and removes it off of my shoulder. She proceeds to tell her, "THIS IS MINE!" and pulls me back to the table.
Mama is epic for her break-ups when she has been done wrong. I'm Sure Steve Blume will never forget! Mama threw him out after she found out he had been cheating on her. His biggest mistake was leaving his drafting tools (which he had planned to collect later). But mama had other plans. It was a garage sale for pennies on the dollar. He was so mad, he threatened to call the police. Mama said "Call them!"
Mo and I were taking a trip to Kim's to bring her a stove. We were driving Mikes Truck with the stove in the back. This was the first trip that we had taken to Kim's new place, so we weren't sure of where she lived. We missed the exit to Huntsville and somehow ended up in downtown Birmingham. We were in the warehouse district, lost, and couldn't figure out how to get back to the interstate. We drove around scared to death because this was no place for two women to be lost with a stove in the back of their truck. We finally found a Hispanic guy that mom stopped to ask directions from. Although we were scared, the guy was very nice and gave us directions to get to the interstate. We finally made it to Kim's exit about an hour later and Kim was crazy worried about us because there were no cell phones at the time. I will always remember this trip with my mom.
I remember when I was maybe 10 and Sherry was 5. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen. Mom tells Dad that she wants to talk about some problems or disagreements they were having about Ronda and Kim. Dad says. "I don't want to talk about it!" A very frustrated Mom picks up a skillet of scrambled eggs and threw it in Dad's face. Mom froze for a second in horror and shock over what she had done, then ran, grabbed her purse, and left. Of all the places to go, she fled to Big Mama's House! Sherry and I stood there in shock as Dad stood there literally with egg on his face telling us, "I guess your mom's a little upset."
Being that buses can't turn around in a cul-de-sac, we had a longer than typical walk to our bus stop. St. Tammany Jr. High was about three miles away. Well, on the first day of 6th grade, I was making sure I looked great. Mom tells me, "If you miss your bus, don't come back here expecting me to take you!" I took her at her word. I missed the bus, so I started walking. I only knew the general direction of my new school. I decided to walk to my old school and ask for directions. Mrs. Lafowar is who I found. She was so concerned for me, but was helping her daughter find her class. She gives me directions and cautious me to be careful when I have to cross old Spanish Trail. Later, she sees Mama and gives her an earful. Mama had no idea I walked or that I took her at her word.
I met Judy in 1957. She just moved here and it was her first day of school at East Jefferson High School. Gym was my next class, and I offered to walk Judy to class. She said, "Great! Let's hurry so we aren't late." We were upstairs and needed to go down. She grabbed my hand and started running down the stairs. I had a football knee injury, and I feared she may have crippled me for life. I did well in hiding my pain from her. I had no idea that we would one day marry and raise four daughters.
After hurricane Katrina Judy and Mike welcomed us into their home following quadruple bypass surgery Tony had at the Heart Hospital in Lacombe. We lived with them for two months and I became close to Judy. She and I remained close and saw her and Mike often and had many telephone conversations until the last one when she told me how difficult it was to breathe. I will miss her very much. May she have eternal rest in heaven. Pat Massarini