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“I Wish I Had Left Whiskey Alone!”

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I was delighted when a beloved niece made this family letter available to me.  An unfortunate gentlemen friend of Helen’s had become entangled with the law and needed her help.  According to family stories, she held influence with many judges, lawyers, and business men, since she ran a quite well-patronized house of ill-repute and had become quite wealthy as a bootlegger.  I don’t know how this gentleman’s difficulties worked out, but it is apparent for the moment, he regretted his involvement with whiskey.  Sad, sad story.  I hope his sweet Helen was able to assist him!

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Blonde Joke

imageAn old fellow sat on a park bench watching the two blondes as they worked their way toward him.  One dug a hole and waited while the other filled it in.  They worked their way down the street, digging and filling up hole after hole, all the way down the street, stopping in front of him.

“Ladies, I have to admire your industry.  Why on earth are you working so hard digging holes just to fill them right back up?”

“Oh, we work for the city planting trees.  I dig the holes.  She fills them up.  The girl who puts the tree in called in sick today.”

Lunch Bucket Blues

dirty dishwaterLife at our house was a mad-house on better days.  Daddy worked rotating shifts.  For second shift he had to leave the house by two in the afternoon.  He always had a lot going on before work, so he wouldn’t sit down to dinner (lunch) until one or one-fifteen.  Mother always served a hot, sit-down meal with meat, two vegetables, and biscuits or cornbread.  According to Daddy, she was disorganized, so it challenged her to get Continue reading →

Joke of the Day

gurneyA new patient was quite upset when the doctor’s nurse led him to a small, curtained cubicle and told him to undress. “But I only want the doctor to look at an ingrown toenail!” he protested. “Our rule is that everyone must undress,” replied the blond nurse. “That’s a stupid rule,” grumbled the patient, “making me undress just to look at my toe.” “That’s nothing,” growled a voice from the next cubicle. “I just came to fix the phones!”

Floyd, the Cornbread, and the Attic Fan

imageFloyd Lewis was a holdover from another time.   Daddy hired him whenever he needed help clearing new ground, cutting timber, or work of that sort.  Illiterate, with no social graces, Floyd muttered an unintelligible answer if asked a direct question.  Considering our financial situation, I know Daddy couldn’t have paid him much.  It is doubtful Floyd ever attended school, since he was of the generation before attendance was Continue reading →

Southern Folks

sun hatFor some reason, people get the impression folks from the South are unintelligent perhaps because of the Southern accent.  I get this a lot since I smile and laugh a lot and am always friendly.  I could talk to a fence post.  It’s always interesting to surprise people with a witty return when they think I’m not too sharp.

Grandma

family6I miss my Grandma.  She was perfect, mostly because she acted like she thought I was, not noticing any bad behavior, knowing my mom would act on it.  I was sure she loved me best of all her grandchildren, unaware she made us all feel that way.  She made the best teacakes, told the best stories, and always smelled of Johnson’s Baby Powder.  Patiently, she’d let me brush her waist-length gray hair, and attempt to twist into a heavy bun, never complaining that I pulled, before finally turning it into a perfect bun and securing it with only one heavy bone pin herself with a quick flip of her wrist, once I gave it up for hopeless.

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Are You Hungry?

gravyThat was the first question Daddy asked every person who entered his house, should they be a friend, relative, or Kirby Vacuum Cleaner Salesman who happened to be hopelessly lost on the back roads of rural Bossier Parish.  Raised during The Great Depression, always hungry, he frequently did a day’s work for no more than food.  He swore if he ever got grown, no one would ever leave his house hungry.  “Are you hungry?  Kathleen will fix you something to eat!”   The burden of his good intentions Continue reading →