My Dad's Favorite Joke

An Enlglishman and an Irshman were dining out together.
They both ordered fish.
The waiter brought the fish-- a big one and a little one.

The Irishman seized the big fish and devoured it
The Englishman decIded he should teach him a few manners
So he said, " If I were you, "I'd have taken the little fish and left the big fish for you."

The Irishman shrugged and replied, "Well I don't see what you are kicking about, you got the little one."

Do you remember your folks jokes?

Dad didn't tell jokes, he created them. Sometimes they were about Mom. Like the time they were going to a BYOB dance. He had stopped at the liquor store for a bottle, which the attendant wrapped in one of those plain brown paper bags. When they got to their table, he set it down. "So, Clarence," a friend said, "I see you brought your bag along." "Yeah," he replied impishly. "I tried to leave her at home, but she wouldn't stay." "Oh he**, Clarence," my mom said.

Then there was the time we were taking my brother back to school - He was attending Schreiner Institute in Kerrville, not far from SA. We drove from Orange, through Houston, when my dad said, "Keep an eye out for the turn off for that highway, 290." Mom snapped, "What do you mean, the highway to 90? We're already on highway 90." Dad's eyes twinkled - sure sign of mischief coming - "That's right," he said innocently. "We're on highway 90 to 290."

My brother piped up from the back seat. "But when you guys head home, you'll have to take highway 290 to 90." Mom had to think for a minute before she said, "Oh he**, Clarence."

She said that a lot.

Ann

Oh, and I guess I can tell this one. It happened about a week before my little brother was born. Mom was getting very uncomfortable, so she would end each day wearing a pair of my dad's PJ's since not much else fit.

One evening her brother Feagin and his wife Norma stopped by. Mom said, "You'll have to forgive my appearance, but the only thing I can get into these days is Clarence's pajamas."

"Sweetheart," he smiled gently. "I think they can see that."

Give it a minute.

Ann

Ann,

Your folks were fun!

My folks never laughed one time that I can remember. They never had a joke or a sense of humor. I was not used to humor. When I was in first grade, some kid said to me, name three vegetables. I was at a loss.

"Lettuce, Turnip and Pea!"

It took me about five years to understand that one. I still do not think it was funny. I do not think it ever was.

Love,
Betty

Betty,

What a tragedy, but you have reversed it and brought joy everywhere.

Bless you!

My Dad loved hearing jokes and then repeating them. He liked being around people who laughed. Poking fun at people was usually done at the dinner table. Those present who were the object of the joke didn't always think it funny.