Boy Charlie, I think I have read your jokes before. Were you not the one that wrote about visiting the preacher's wife that had her house spic and span all the time. A Salesman called on her to show her a vacumn cleaner and when he turned it on, you and your little friend with muddy feet jumped on her bed and she got the broom after you both. I wondered if she ever caught you two. Your jokes really make life worth living and what a lift. Yes my mother also did her laundry in an old iron pot and wash tub. Golly, I think of how hard she had it raising all us kids until we finally got a washing machine. That was when LBJ promised all the rural people, if elected president he would see that we all could get electricity. Felt like we could really see what we were studying as we had studied from an Alladin Lamp and kerosene lamps. Now they are prized items. Storming outside and it is roaring. Gotta go. Loved your jokes. wrak