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Grandpa Was A Card
Though I was the first in my family to start a blog, my predeliction for cracking horrible jokes appaears to be hereditary.
The following is a letter sent by my maternal grandfather to my parents in 1967.
Grandpa wasn't a humor writer, so, even before I managed to Google up portions of the material, I knew it wasn't original. Still, he loved to crack wise--after supper during family get-togethers, he would always treat us to a long, convoluted golf joke--and I can totally visualize him sitting at his manual typewriter, laboriously copying these groaners from somewhere else, chuckling to himself all the while.
He was a good guy, my Grandpa. I miss him.Posted on May 07, 2007 to Humor