What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?)
My dad was a very serious man. He enjoyed a good laugh, but he was not funny, and he could never figure out the art of telling a good joke. When I think back at some of the things he did that made us all laugh, it was never because he did it on purpose, poor man.
There was the time we were having our family devotions, reading a passage from the Bible together. He suddenly roared out a sneeze, and his upper plate went flying out of his mouth and skidded all the way across the livingroom floor. Very funny.
Then there was the rocking chair. We had an easy chair that he loved. It was a swivel rocker, very popular in the 1950’s. He could turn it to look out the window, or to watch TV, or however he wanted it. He had a habit of leaning back in his chair. He was a big man. Yup. Over it went one day, and all we could see was the bottom of the chair with Dad’s feet waving at us over the edge of the seat. Roared with laughter. Took us a few minutes to get ourselves together to help him up.
My favorite, though, is one I didn’t get to see. Dad was having some back problems, and finally agreed to see a chiropractor. The good doctor needed an x-ray, and directed Dad to stand against the wall with his back to the screen. “Now, Preacher, take a good deep breath,” the doctor said. Dad took a good deep breath, and his pants came tumbling down. Right down around his ankles. My mom nearly fainted, she laughed so hard.Wish I had been there, glad I wasn’t.
Why is it so funny when a serious person has these hilarious things happen? I don’t know. I’m just glad they do.