Family Stories About You.

[Ina]

Does your family have any funny stories about you, that gets repeated over and over? Did you think they were funny too. Are you going to pass them on down the line?

When my youngest boy was 10, he like most boys that age was anti-girls. Of course we told him he had to be courteous to girls, as well as others.

One day we invited a couple and their three daughters over for an afternoon BBQ dinner. We were all out on the glassed in sun pouch. The kids were outside playing on the trampoline, and running around. They had been told to play outside.

Well all of a sudden I heard the front door slam, and I could here feet thundering through the house. Next thing I saw was my son shooting through the sun room with the oldest girl close behind, and he was screaming for me to help him. He didn't even slow down long enough to open the glass door to the back yard. I literally saw the broken glass fall to the floor behind him as he went through it so fast.

Of course I just knew he was all cut up, so I took off after him, and caught up with the two kids around the corner of the house. The girl, who was larger than my son, was setting a straddle of my son, and was kissing him all over his face. When he saw me, he started to cry, and begged me to make her stop kissing him.

Of course I did my best not to laugh as I told her to get off him, and that if he didn't want to be kissed, he had a right not to be. She pouted the rest of the afternoon, and I let my son go over to his best friends house to be sure there was no more such incidents.

That has been a much repeated story in our family. :hee:

 

[Ina]

Wow,​ It surprises that there are "No" funny family stories out there? :magnify:

 

[Pappy]

Although my grandfather has been dead for many years now, he told this story about me many times over.
My family had an old shack, hunting lodge, up on Plymouth Reservoir in So. Plymouth, NY. It had been in the family for many, many years and was on a small lake, Plymouth Reservoir, that was loaded with stumps and dead trees.

We had and old wood boat which, I remember, leaked like crazy. One night I teased to go night fishing with my grandpa and uncle so we loaded up and off we rowed. After we got about halfway out in lake, it happened. The dreaded stump. We were hung up and couldn't get the boat off. I really got scared and started yelling the top of my lungs for help. I remember my folks telling me to shut up, but I kept on yelling.

Finally, my grandfather said, "Stop yelling or we won't bring you next time." I screamed, "There ain't gonna be a next time," thinking we were about to die. Finally, someone heard me yelling and came out to help us off the stump.

As this was told over the years, as only my grandpa could tell, it got funnier and funnier. RIP, grandpa and uncle Claude.

 

[Ina]

Pappy, Now that's what I'm talking about. I sure at first it wasn't so funny to you, but like most great family funny stories, as time goes on, we can laugh at ourselves. :thankyou: