What I really want …

… is to write funny.  Funny ha-ha, not hieroglyphics.  Ever since I was a precocious child entertaining my aunts and uncles with my fancy vocabulary (and how many jaded adults did I completely annoy the bejeebers out of?), I’ve thrived on making people laugh.  I apparently told someone that my name was Agnes Opal from Constantinople (never underestimate the power of a mom who reads to you), and it stuck.  To at least one uncle I’ll always be Agnes Opal.

That episode is vaguely embarrassing to me now, but the joy of spitting out genuinely funny stuff embedded itself in my psyche early on.  I sit here every day and read the giggle and belly-laugh producing stuff my blogger friends post, and wish I’d thought of it.  That’s  me being honest, folks.

But life is life and truth is truth.  And what I’m apparently programmed to write about is memories.  I have a lot of them, and I now have the dubious distinction of being the eldest in my immediate family.  Both sets of grandparents are gone.  My parents are gone.  All of my in-laws are gone.  My brother is gone, and even though he was the youngest, he had the closest ties to the farm and would probably remember things I never knew.  My sisters moved away fairly early on, and are both younger than I, so by default I’ve become The Keeper of the Secrets.  For the most part, they’re secrets that need to be told for preservation’s sake … and the mission seems to have fallen to me.

The truth to which we’re all called to be faithful is this …

From your Soul

Image

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Barbara Downing
    Oct 11, 2014 @ 15:31:04

    Judy…Agnes Opal is a name I remember. Your Uncle Jerry must have picked up on it because I remember him tagging someone with it. Now I know who he borrowed it from. Your Dad was quite clever when it came to giving people different names too…like “Sally PuddinSnoop” etc.. He was so entertaining and he was a natural.

    Like

    Reply

    • Judy Smith
      Oct 13, 2014 @ 09:45:08

      Uncle Jerry’s the one who always calls me Agnes Opal and I love him for it. And yes, my dad had a name or an expression for just about everyone. I really miss all that.

      Like

      Reply

  2. Michael D. Kelleher
    Feb 24, 2013 @ 11:35:29

    Nicely done, and a good chuckle. Thanks.

    Like

    Reply

  3. trixfred30
    Feb 24, 2013 @ 10:57:28

    Yes the most important thing to be is honest

    Like

    Reply

  4. MylenesMusings
    Feb 24, 2013 @ 10:17:42

    I love your stories. Your writing is witty, touching, and smart. I, too, often read what others write and wish I was that funny.

    Btw, you may have been Agnes Opale from Constantinople, but I was Rella Romanash from Romania!

    Like

    Reply

  5. georgefloreswrite
    Feb 24, 2013 @ 10:09:26

    Being funny really is a gift.

    Like

    Reply

Talk to me, I'm soooo lonely ...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Winnowing the Chaff

It Takes Two.

twinning with the Eichmans

Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Life with an Illness

Sharing my chronic illness journey, while helping others. I spread awareness, love, and positivity along the way!♡

r a r a s a u r

frightfully wondrous things happen here.

FranklyWrite

Live Life and Practice Writing

Social Justice For All

Working towards global equity and equality

Drinking Tips for Teens

Creative humour, satire and other bad ideas by Ross Murray, an author living in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, Canada. Is it truth or fiction? Only his hairdresser knows for sure.

john pavlovitz

Stuff That Needs To Be Said

Drifting Through

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind

KenRobert.com

random thoughts and scattered poems

Margaret and Helen

Best Friends for Sixty Years and Counting...

Laura Parrott Perry

We've all got a story to tell.

The WordPress.com Blog

The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.

Musings of a Penpusher

A Taurean suffering from cacoethes scribendi - an incurable itch to write.

Ned's Blog

Humor at the Speed of Life

Funnier In Writing

A Humor Blog for Horrible People

mylenesmusings

Every other asshole shares their opinions, why shouldn’t I?

%d bloggers like this: