You got any you'ld like to share? Thought it might be fun to share a few laughs about our kin-fokes. I'll start the process.
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My momma's siblings, members of the Leggern clan, grew up during the Depression. They lived in an old house constructed from the remains of an old barn which they tore down after purchasing the land upon which it sat with a government loan.
In spite of a hard-scrabble life requiring a no-nonsense approach to work, they nonetheless had a ready sense of humor.
Mom's youngest brother, Uncle Curt, was an excellent horseman and crack shot who hunted and played as hard as he worked. He inherited the farm after his two older brothers, Ed and Kenny, joined the army and his father took a job at the Pine Bluff arsenal.
Uncle Curt married a gal from out west and fathered 3 sons and a daughter. Their home was the very picture of bliss.
After his first wife died, Uncle Curt married the ex-wife of a local cotton gin magnate. Her former husband had been a friend of his. The man had left town shortly after divorcing her and stayed gone for many years.
Less than a year ago, the ex moved back. In the small town in which they lived made contact unavoidable. Ole-ex called Unc's new wife occassionally, and talked to her on the street. The conversations were apparently good-natured and harmless. Unc didn't make an issue out of it, but was still somewhat miffed.
A week ago, he and his wife were dinging in a local restaurant when the ex walked in and strode up to their table and struck up a coversation. After a couple of minutes he asked if he could sit down.
Uncle Curt "Go right ahead."
The ex sat down near the lady. He said, "You're not jealous are you Curt?"
Uncle Curt continued to carve on his steak as he responded, "No, no go right ahead." Waving the knife loosely in the air he said,
"Just keep your hands above the table."
