The above picture is of Jim, LaRue, and Jimmie Roger Treat. I wasn't born yet. You can tell it was sometime in the 1940s by the car and clothes.
One of the things I remember about my dad was his love of humor. He would try any and every way to make you laugh. Once he found the key, there was no turning back. If he was in the room, he was entertaining the other occupant (yes, even if there was only one other person).
He loved to embarrass his kids. (Probably, his nieces and nephews, also.) He would get my younger brother, Jerry, in a crowd and ask him if he was scared. Jerry would chuckle, then Dad would tell him to stay close to him and he would protect him. (Jerry was 6'4" and Dad about 5'11").
His favorite joke was (that I remember) two men sitting on a riverbank. Man One turned to Man Two and said: "That alligator just bit my leg off!" Man Two said: "It Did! Which one?" Then Man One looked at him and said , "I don't know, when you've seen one alligator, you've seen them all."
I'm not sure why it was funny, but when he told it, we were all in stitches.
My father was a musician and it was the one thing that defined him. We spent a lot of my childhood surrounded by family and friends who played a multitude of instruments. They would gather and play for hours and hours. When I close my eyes, I am transported back to that living room and the music that was produced by Jimmie, Charles, Victor, Marion, Russell and later their kids.
(Thanks for letting me ramble about my family today. I hope that my kids have some really good memories of their childhood, not merely rough patches that we encountered. )
If your dad is still with you - spend an hour hugging him and laughing with him around some memories!
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