#8 - MemoryChuckles
Donald B. Sanders
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Welcome To MY MEMORY CHUCKLES Page
Memories – Chuckle of the Day
INTRODUCTION:
on this page, you will find some things that I remember form years gone by . . .
some things that made me chuckle then, and still do . . .
other items on this page are more recent . . . enjoy the texture . . . there is a common thread . . . as it were . . .
it is interesting - the things that come to your mind . . . some 50 years later
. . . or maybe new things, while visiting with friends, or in everyday life . . . like . . .
Kitty Cat Flies From tree
Here is a funny picture of a 'Flying Kitty Cat', from 'The Calgary Sun, 2003-02-07.
The cat jumped from the tree, as the branch he was sitting on was cut off by a workman.
The cat had been in the tree for five days, and could not be coaxed down.
So as a last resort, the limb was cut off, forcing the kitty cat to jump.
The cat was caught in a blanket, but scrambled away to avoid being captured, apparently unharmed.
to see this interesting/ cute/ photograph -
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(I found this clipping in my files - and added it here 2005-02-20.)
about Alberta weather
my 'junior hi teacher', Allen Ronaghan, had this to say:
"In Alberta we have only 2 seasons:
one we call 'winter',
the other, we call it 'poor sledding'."
(you can also find Allen Ronaghan on 'my heroes page')
this from my Dad, circa 1950:
School teacher asks the class to use 4 words in a logical sentence. The 4 words are: deduct, detail, defence, defeat.
The brightest kid (?) came up with this:
De-feet of de-duck went over de-fence before de-tail.
Logical, eh? Feet first, as it were, no?
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Little Jack Horner
Little Jack Horner ate a pie in the corner
‘Til he was most ready to bust.
His Mother said: “Jackie –
I’ll spank you, by crackie!”
“But Mother -” he said: “What a crust!”
This was on a box of baking ‘shortening’, like Crisco or something. Circa 1950.
The Little Piggy a.k.a. The Storm
The thunder roared
The lightning crashed,
And all the world was shaken.
A little pig curled up his tail –
And ran to save his bacon.
(This was on the box of – you guessed it – Bacon. Circa 1950)
Three Times A Day:
There is a boarding house, not far away,
Where they eat ham and eggs, 3 times a day.
O you ought to hear them yell
When they hear the dinner bell.
O how those eggs do smell -
3 times a day.!
(This is a little ditty that I remember from my Dad, circa 1950 - and it goes with a simple melody that I cannot reproduce here.)
(This ditty was added here 2005-04-27.)
'Biker Tales':
These next 2 chuckles are a bit more recent . . . both are from the summer of 2004 . . . and both involve marriages:
A male friend at my church recently told me an interesting tale about 'himself, his wife, and their motor-bike': thus: - About 10 years ago or so, 'Jack' who was probably 'in his 40's' at the time, bought himself a motorcycle, without his wife's knowledge or approval first. So then - 'Jill' had a choice to make: either (1.) she could cause 'a marital fuss', or (2.) she could go along with the bike idea. Being a very righteous woman, who loved her husband, she decided that if she learned to ride on the bike along with her husband, then maybe they could have more fun together, and thus strengthen their marriage. So this they did - have lots of fun together - a two-some on a motorcycle - at least for the next 10 years or so.
Fast forward to the summer of 2004: - 'Jack' sells the bike, without first discussing the matter with 'Jill'!! Now, I mean WOW!! could you believe this?
So then 'Jack' is now 'in the dog-house'. Wifey was NOT impressed, because I guess she had really become a 'biker-mama'.
(I have not talked to 'Jack' since he shared this tale with me - when I see him again, I must ask him if he is 'out of the dog-house yet' - and I'll keep you posted - I'm curious, too - and I must also ask him if it was 'his' bike or 'their' bike).
Here is a different kind of 'biker-tale' from the summer of 2004:
I went to a 'metal recycling depot' with my friend, so he could dump off some scrap metal and also purchase some good steel for his welding business. Now this is what is weird: In the shop was a 'dismantled motorbike'. By dismantled, I mean - the thing was totally taken apart, and the pieces were put into several boxes. The shop foreman told me this tale, sworn to be true: A guy had bought a new bike, without telling his lovely spouse first. Wifey turns into a rage, tells the guy 'either the bike goes, or you go'. So the guy tears the bike apart and hauls it off to the scrap metal dealer as 'junk'.
I mean, hey, at least the bike could have been sold as a 'drivable bike', for half price to someone who needed/ wanted/ a bike.
I am still laughing at the sight of that piece-mealed bike!
About smoking:
(these came up in a 'small group' I was recently in) :-:
An old joke among christian/ religious friends goes something like this:
'I don't smoke and I don't chew,
and I don't go with girls who do.
My junior high teacher 'Allen' had a different twist on 'smoking', viz:
Many men smoke, but Foo Man Chu.
(Ha! Ha!)
. . . have a good day . . . and thanks for listening . . . you are a good audience, eh? . . .
This page will be growing steadily, as I remember more funny stuff from yesteryear, or maybe more recently too.
By the way . . . and this is quite important ... this page was 'added for me, the author', who is too serious, too much of the time . . . I need to laugh more, and doing this page is helping me to 'get out of my shell' - or maybe - 'get all cracked-up' - (as it were - no pun intended, eh?)
anyway, they say say that 'laughter is the best medicine'.
so then - just maybe - 'a joke a day keeps the doctor away'.
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This page was last updated/ edited/ - on 2005-04-27.
