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Laughter ... what a great thing
I don't laugh much for whatever reason.
Kind of like I don't allow myself too, but I do enjoy hearing those who can and
do laugh out loud. Giggles are okay, but I like the good old rip-roaring laughs
the best.
Our son Donn has this wonderful laugh. Sometimes it is a little loud, but
loud is good and his laugh is genuine and comes from way down deep.
I wonder how many of her classmates at Reliance High remember my cousin,
Maxine Stallman's, laugh. She was a great laugher. Her laugh was a contagious
rat-a-tat-tat and she did it a lot. She was still laughing the last time I saw
her and it is the same laugh.
Grandma Black had this "three ha" laugh. Like, ha, ha, ha. Most of the time
it was just the three
has, but spaced apart to make them her own special laugh. She had this raspy
voice to add to the ha. She also had this whistle that we all remember fondly.
She really couldn't whistle, she just kind of blew forced air through pinched
lips to make a "whit, whit, whit" sound, Wasn't a laugh, but when us sisters get
together we invariably get around to Grandma's 'whistle" and that makes us all
laugh.
Somewhere along the line we have developed this habit of having brunch at
the Rainbow and if
we're lucky, Irene Cullen is also there. I love that laugh. It is a very subtle
"huh, huh, huh," but very
frequent and just makes one feel to good to hear it.
On the other hand, Ed has this cousin who laughs way too much, way too
often and way too loud.
We went out to dinner with her and her husband once and I couldn't help but
wishing I was anywhere else, but there! It must be wonderful to be able to laugh
all the time, but sometimes maybe it should be toned down just a little.
One more laugh I love to hear is Troy Swanson's booming laugh. Whenever he
comes into the off-
ice I find myself sitting back here in my comer hoping for just one outburst and
it usually happens.
How I wish I was a laugher.
Sometimes, when I do find myself letting my hair down and going for it I
hear my aunt, Margie
Fletcher's, laugh. That is a very good laugh, too. Catch me off-guard and I
might do this horribly
shrill hee hee hee. That is not a very good one!
Taylor makes me laugh when she does things like she did Saturday afternoon.
I got this phone call from her and generally this little voice asks, "How are
you doing, Nana?" When she called Saturday afternoon she was in a panic (I
remember when she thought "in a panic" was her hiding place under the desk!)
"Nana, you have to help us. We're scared. My dad is downstairs barking like a
dog and he's scaring us!" I asked who "us" was and a little friend was visiting.
"We're trapped upstairs," she went on, "what should we do, we're scared and he
won't quit barking!" I told her they needed to hold each other's hands and run
downstairs together and bark back at him.
She thought that was a great idea and she would call me right back
..."don't go away!" Three minutes later the phone rang and it was her. "We did
it," she yelled, "We ran downstairs and barked at him and he finally quit. Thank
you so much for helping us! Bye." And she was gone.
Life is good. I am good for something after all and Ed and I shared a good
laugh. Thanks, Taylor!
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