An Irishman is struggling to find a parking space.
“Lord,” he prayed. “I can’t stand this. If you open a space up for me, I swear I’ll give up the Guinness and go to mass every Sunday.”
Suddenly, the clouds part and the sun shines on an empty parking spot. Without hesitation, the Irishman says: “Never mind, I found one!”
Paudie goes into a bar and orders seven shots of tequila and one Guinness.
The barman lines up shots and goes to get the Guinness.
When he comes back with the pint, all seven shots are gone.
The barman says: “Wow! You sure drank those fast.”
Paudie explains: “You would drink fast too if you had what I have.”
The barman asks: “What do you have?”
The guy reaches into his pocket and says: “Fifty cents!”
Seamus opens the newspaper and is shocked to see his OWN obituary.
In a panic, he phones his friend and asks: “Did you see the paper?! They say I died!”
The friend replies: “Yes, I saw it! So, where ya calling from?”
The kids met Bud at the door with their complaint. “Mama’s making us do work?”Abuse was written al over their tragic faces. Bud was all sympathy. “Oh no! Why in the world would she do such thing?
They poured their collective hearts out between sniffles. “Mama told us to go out and play. Then we got in a fight. I have to vacuum the living room and Sister has to fold washcloths. She won’t let us go play till we get through.”
” We’ll, everybody has to work. I work. Mama works. You need to help out.” Bud explained. Hurry up and get through then ask Mama if you can go out.”
”But I don’t like to work.” They wailed.
A blonde was walking down the road with a healthy looking pig under her arm. As she passed the bus stop,someone asked,
“Where did you get that?”
The pig replied,
“I won her in a raffle!”
The time in our doctor’s waiting room became unexpectedly enjoyable as we sat with an elderly lady and her family. No one had said much beyond “Good morning” till the elderly lady asked her daughter to push her closer so she could admire the ornaments on the tree Dr. Irby had so generously decorated for her patients’ pleasure. She laughed and said, “I am eighty-three years old. I’ve come all the way from chopping wood to people walking on the moon. Oh, I’ve chopped lots of wood.” As she talked on, she cackled as she told this one. “I’ve milked many a cow in my time, many a cow. I remember one time, I was ‘a milking two titties and a pig was ‘a sucking on the other side.” She had us all laughing along with her. We would have loved to spend the rest of the day with her. What a wonderful visit we had!
My great-Uncle Albert’s barn raised the bar for what a barn should be. A rambling, splotched caterpillar, it sprawled behind his rustic house. It was an amalgamation of scavenged lumber of various vintages. Over many years, he’d added on as the need arose and opportunity allowed Of an age to have experienced The Great Depression in its entirety, he understood waste not, want not. His house and outbuildings were built largely of reclaimed lumber. One stall of his barn was lied high with neatly stacked reclaimed lumber stored in readiness for his next project. He had recently been hired to tear down and haul off an old house, the very lumber now resting in his barn. Coffee cans of used nails sat on a shelf. As tempting as it looked, one hard look from Uncle Albert made it clear his lumber was off limits for climbing.
Wisely, Albert did not seem anxious for the company of bothersome children, making no effort to be friendly. In fact, I never noticed him behaving particularly warmly toward my dad., even though Daddy clearly admired him and sought his approval. Uncle Albert was as likely to grump at Daddy as he was at us. I was mystified at seeing Daddy treated as a troublesome child. Daddy had spent months on end living and working with Uncle Albert during His childhood of The Great Depression. His father had died young, leaving a widow with seven young children to to raise.
The barns multiple rooms opened off a central open area. It’s many rooms held ancient implements, harness, plows and all manner of equipment neatly organized. An ancient wagon Relaxed in one stall, in readiness for hay-hauling. We were free to play on it, as long as we weren’t destructive. Hay was stacked in numerous stalls. Uncle Albert mad it clear the hay was not there for our pleasure. In one stall russet and sweet potatoes lay in their beds of hay, dusted with lime. String of beans, dried apples, pears, and onions hung from the rafters. Several barn cats patrolled the barn to keep mice and rats at bay. They weren’t the friendly house cat variety.
The barn was roofed with hand-split wooden shingles. I can’t imagine all the hours he spent splitting them. A neat fence made of various types of wire garden entry to the barn. A couple of large metal road signs served as fence panels, adding to the barnyard’s appeal.
I just loved that barn. I wish I could spend another afternoon poking around in it.