Germania
Lodge Newsletter - January 2004 Klaus J. Kueck, P.M., Secretary |
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LODGE NEWSDeath of a Brother Building Fund Donations INVITATION TO INSTALLATION PARTY Congratulations Bro. Nolan Pansano and Terese Rabito ELECTION 2004
Why English Isn’t Easy
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GERMANFEST 2003It keeps on getting better! Another fantastic time was had by all in attendance at Germanfest 2003. This time we made sure we had strudel to compliment the fine cooking by Chef Urusla Jackson. The band Prost seems to be getting better every year and many heeded the call by dancing the night away. This year a special guest “Adrian” from the Deutsches Haus did his rendition of “Schnickelfritz”, a German sing along song always enjoyed by the audience. This year we also tried a strudel, coffee, schnapps and raffle table which proved to be a big money maker. There were six prizes, a mirror, four $25.00 certificates to Carmines Restaurant and the 22 Marlin Rifle that I won last year. Last year I raised some eyebrows when I won the gun and this year was no exception, Bro. Glen Cupit and his wife Betty won two of the certificates and the gun! (Found our later he bought $40.00 worth of tickets!) Congratulations Bro. Glen. The table wouldn’t have worked without the ladies who oversaw it.
They are the backbone of any successful fund raiser! Thanks to my wife
and mom Cindy and Thelma Kueck, Brenda Seymore, Angi Bell, Althea Gilmore
and Pam Harrison, W.M. Steele’s girlfriend. Outside sponsors for the Germanfest were Crescent City Brew House (two
kegs of outstanding beer), Carmine’s Restaurant (4 gift certificates)
and Thrasher Waterproofing ($200). Thanks to Tom Schin, president of the
Deutsches Haus for his generous support. |
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| ARE YOU FROM NEW ORLEANS? (sent in by
Bro. Glen Cupit) Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside. No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food. Your loved one dies and you book a jazz band before you call the coroner. You die of cirrhosis of the liver and your death certificate reads "Natural Causes." You think the breeze from a flying roach feels good on a hot summer night. Your accent sounds nothing like Harry Connick, Jr's. Or Dennis Quaid's. You can sing these jingles by heart: "Rosenberg's, Rosenberg's, 1825 Tulane;" "At the beach, at the beach, at Pontchartrain Beach..." You were a high school graduate before you realized that Catholic and Public were not two major religions. Your baby's first words are "long beads." You ask, "How they running?" and "Are they fat?" but, you're inquiring about seafood quality and not the Crescent City Classic. When a hurricane was imminent, you had a lot more faith in Nash Roberts than some Super Doppler 6000. Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart. Your one-martini lunch becomes a five-Bloody Mary afternoon -- and you keep your job. Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in traffic. You're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer; when it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head. You have to take your coffee with chicory and favorite coffeemaker with you on a three-day trip. You exhibit the "doubloon reflex" by stomping runaway coins with your foot. You have sno-ball stains on your shoes. You call tomato sauce "red gravy." You know you recycled too much newspaper when there isn't enough for the dinner (or crawfish / crab) table. You are going through customs and the agent asks you where you're from and you answer, "Gentilly." On certain Spring days, Crawfish Monica is your breakfast. Your house payment is less than your utility bill. You've done your laundry in a bar. You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws. You look forward to being smashed by a Hurricane. You don't show your "pretties" during Mardi Gras (but you watch others). Catching "crabs" makes you smile. You write "crookedpolitician" as all one word. You know it's "ask" but you purposely say "ax." You understand it when someone describes their favorite color as K&B purple. You know how to mispronounce street names correctly. (Melpomene, Terpsichore, Chartres, etc.) You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease. Beignets are the major cause of your gallstones. You wear sweaters in October because it ought to be cold. Someone asks you, "Where y'at?" and you tell them how you are. You are left behind at an out-of-town bar searching for a "go cup." You think of potholes as naturally occurring speed bumps. Your grandparents are called "Maw Maw" and "Paw Paw." Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player. You suck heads, eat tail, sing the blues and you actually know where you got them shoes. The naming of an insanely comic fictional Lucky Dog salesman after the founder of the Jesuits makes you reflect, "Well, who else?" You know why you should never, ever swim by the Lake Pontchartrain steps. You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show. You waste more time navigating back streets than you would if you just sat in traffic. You still call the Fairmont Hotel the Roosevelt. You consider garbage cans a legal step to protecting your parking space on a public street. You ignore cockroaches because you know the only ones you could kill are the weak or infirmed, and it would only serve to strengthen the breed. |
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Lodge No. 46, F. & A. M. Worshipful Master Ion Lazar (504)894-8750 Senior Warden Reed Holmes (504)
454-6666 • Junior Warden Henry Thibodaux (504) 279-8162 |
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