| The Roman Candy wagon passes by Mr. Bingle, 1970's. Thanks to Irene Page for sharing this great photo. |
| Although, with his holly wings, Mr. Bingle could fly, he needed a little help from a crane to situate himself just so on the MB building every year. With thanks to Hazel Currera for this photo, taken from a Time-Picayune clipping. |
| Happily, Mr. Bingle has found a home where his friends can come to visit him at City Park's annual Celebration in the Oaks. |
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For a few minutes, they stood silently staring at the grass and dirt
that was Oscar Eisenberg's final resting place. "I don't know what
ya'll was hopin' to find," the caretaker finally said, "but there ain't
nothin' much here. A patch of grass won't make a very good story."
Hope smiled, knowing he was dead wrong.
Like so many world-weary souls, Lloyd Herman couldn't discern the
profound from the mundane...he had become blind to the sublime
glory of life.
-- Excerpt from "Saving Mr. Bingle: A New Orleans Fairy Tale" by Sean
Patrick Doles, a book I enthusiastically recommend. To visit Mr. Doles'
site, click here or on image of cover. Nancy
that was Oscar Eisenberg's final resting place. "I don't know what
ya'll was hopin' to find," the caretaker finally said, "but there ain't
nothin' much here. A patch of grass won't make a very good story."
Hope smiled, knowing he was dead wrong.
Like so many world-weary souls, Lloyd Herman couldn't discern the
profound from the mundane...he had become blind to the sublime
glory of life.
-- Excerpt from "Saving Mr. Bingle: A New Orleans Fairy Tale" by Sean
Patrick Doles, a book I enthusiastically recommend. To visit Mr. Doles'
site, click here or on image of cover. Nancy
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| "Jingle, jangle, jingle, here comes Mr. Bingle With another message from Kris Kringle. Time to launch the Christmas season, Maison Blanche makes Christmas pleasin', Gifts galore for you to see...each a gem from MB." |
| The Story of Mr. Bingle When Santa left his shop one day He found a snowman near his sleigh. "You'll be my helper now," he said, And tapped the little fellow's head. The snowman found that he could talk-- "Look, Santa, I can even walk!" And then he gave a little sigh... "Oh, how I wish that I could fly!" So, Santa gave him holly wings, Then, looking through his Christmas things, Found ornaments the very size To make a pair of shining eyes. Then Santa said, "You need a hat; An ice cream cone's just right for that. And keep this candy cane with you, You'll see what magic it can do!" The snowman laughed and sang a jingle, So Santa named him "Mr. Bingle." That's how it happened. Now he's here With us at Maison Blanche all year. |
| With thanks to Arthur Wehl for sharing this picture of his visit to Santa at MB, with Mr. Bingle looking over Santa's shoulder. |
