When All Else Fails, Laugh

I was born in the late 30’s, so there was a war on and, although I didn’t know it, times were tough.  Food and many other things were rationed.  I now marvel at my mother’s ability to take what little we had and turn it into nutritious, if not plentiful meals.  I can say that I never remember being hungry.

I’m sure my parents worried through every day, wondering how and when it would all end.  There wasn’t a lot of good news back then either.  Kind of like today.  Each day we wait for a sign that things are getting better. Each day we cringe at the thought of how many lives have been lost.  But, my folks got through it, and so will we.  I remember sitting in the kitchen listening to the radio.  Dad used to like Inner Sanctum, Dr. Christians Office, Suspense Theater, and other mysteries.  However, we also listened to shows like Fibber McGee and Molly, Life of Riley, Amos and Andy, and The Bickersons.  And yes, we laughed.  That was the relief we craved.  We had to have a bright side.  There had to be a balance.

So, given our current circumstances, I thought I would drag out some humor.  Nothing new, but from one of our greatest comediennes, the late Phyllis Diller.  She had a way of looking at the ordinary and finding the humor.  Maybe this might give you a couple of chuckles, or even just a smile. 

You’re old if they have discontinued your blood type

Tranquilizers work only if you follow the advice on the bottle….Keep away from children

I asked the waiter, ‘Is this mile fresh”?  He said ‘Lady, three hours ago it was grass’

The reason the golf pro tells you to keep your head down s so you can’t see him laughing.

His finest hour lasted a minute and a half

Old age is when the liver spots show through your gloves.

My photographs don’t do me justice,  They look just like me

Housework can’t kill you, but why take the chance

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing up is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing.

The reason women don’t play football is because 11 of them would never wear the same outfit in public

A bachelor is a guy that never made the same mistake once

I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford. Then I want to move in with them

We spend the first twelve months of our children’s lives teaching them to walk and talk and the next twelve years telling them to sit down and shut up

What I don’t like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day

Burt Reynolds once asked me out.  I was in his room.

Have a good day

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to When All Else Fails, Laugh

  1. George says:

    Thank you, Bob. I love the smiles. Even during difficult times, we have to find ways to smile. Thank you!


  2. Osyth says:

    I just want to say hello. I have just followed your site having found you via George and his Off Key of Life. The post he re-blogged is wise and beautifully written and I thank you. I look forward to travelling along with you in this place. It will, I can tell, be my pleasure.


  3. Osyth says:

    PS: Thank you for the laughs …. Phyllis Diller – what a gal!


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