I Remember Laughter

Love and laughter go together as do macaroni and cheese. Like that noble dish of childhood It’s a combo bound to please. We laughed until the tears came at gifted comics of our youth. The golden age of radio, it is called and that’s the truth. My birth family would gather after Sunday evening news to listen to their silly antics which could not help but amuse. I had one older brother who was a naturally born wit. He could keep us all in stitches and we never tired of it. Later on the man I married, kept me laughing all the time. Laugher filled our lives with pleasure though we seldom had a dime. He and I sat nestled closely as we watched the comics spoof. Mad Red Skelton played a Santa who kept sliding down the roof. Our three beloved children kept us laughing as they grew. They all had a sense of humor and could tell a story too. Memories of my early childhood are of laughter spawned from love. Finding a mate who would laugh with me was a blessing from above.