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My dad had a good sense of humor, but he didn't reveal it often. If he made a joke, it was usually a sarcastic comment muttered at a low volume as if he was talking to himself. You would only hear it if you happened to be within a few feet of him, but it was always worth hearing.My grandfathers all died before I was born but I probably behave pretty much the way my father behaved, language-wise, at least. In other ways, not so much. He did not indulge in blue humor. In fact, neither he nor most of the other fathers in the neighborhood were particularly humorous or light-hearted, all of them having lived through the depression and the war. That would be WWII...
Dad wasn't at all shy about "language" if the circumstances warranted it, but blue humor isn't something I associate with him...except for one night. A couple, who I was told were old friends that my parents hadn't seen in years, had come into town and we all went out to dinner. After a few drinks the conversations got a little more "familiar", and all four adults started making comments that were either "suggestive" or of the "double entendre" type. I was approximately 10 years old at the time, and the experience was a real eye-opener--not because I hadn't heard such humor before, but because it was the first time I saw my parents as "people" instead of "mom and dad". It was wonderful!