My daddy had about eight brothers and five sisters. One girl and boy died as infants.

All of them were very happy and friendly each time you were around them. I don’t know where this sense of humor originated but they were happy.

My Aunt Dixie throughout her life would laugh before she said hello and then she hugged me. Even when she was not far from death, when I saw her the first thing she did was a laugh.

The whole family made me feel good when I was around them. But the one I really enjoyed was Uncle Luther.

There were many stories that I can’t help laughing when I think of them and him.

Most of the stories that I know, he told them to me himself. He was a part-time farmer, bricklayer, carpenter, hog butcher and, on occasion, a plumber. He and Aunt Lois raised six girls and a son.

One day when he was in his sixties, he arose to eat some breakfast and then went to the barn to harness the mule and plow his cotton and corn. After hooking the mule to the plow, he went to a small room where he kept a jug of moonshine and had a snort to ease the pain in his shoulder before he started plowing.

A little later he got an upset stomach. He went back to the barn, turned the mule around and went back to the small room thinking another snort or two would help his stomach problem, and then go back to plowing.

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