G2G: 52 Ancestors Week 48: Very Funny

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From me: Everyone has a funny story in their family history. Share one that’d be great for opening night at the Apollo theater. Or at least for Comedy Central. What funny stories do you have?
in The Tree House by Golden Owl (1.0m points)

Now if you'd asked for disasters I could help out! The only remotely smily moment that can think of is my dad trying to put a second collar on the dog who was already wearing one - but that was just a senior moment really.laugh


lol thanks for the links Mel.

Anything that helps the non-Americans to feel they can participate!  laugh


lol yeah. That and I was in a rush prior to posting.

Funny moments make family gatherings more enjoyable….especially when food in involved. https://allroadhaverhill.blogspot.com/2024/11/52-ancestors-week-48-very-funny.html

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Mining Lemons

One of the mates of my great uncle Al Nicholson in the mountain gold mining town of Liberty, Washington a century ago, Ollie Jordin, had mined with his brothers but left to marry and work a “real job” in Spokane with Washington Water and Power Company. But mining gets in the blood, and on his birthday in 1932, he decided to return to Liberty to rejoin his brothers for a bit.

While out prospecting on Swauk Creek he ran by chance into Roy Lilne who had a claim on Flag Mountain that he had salted so it looked promising. Ollie agreed to buy it for $700.  He paid $200 down and had three days to come up with the rest. Where to get $500 was a huge problem. He wired his boss in Spokane for a loan but was turned down. But people trusted people in those days and Ollie was finally able to scrape together loans for the balance, not knowing that Lilne after a few drinks in Liberty had bragged how he had sold Ollie a lemon of a mine.

Supported by his wife Lela who had a good feeling about both Ollie and his quest, Ollie worked his fingers to the bone in that so-called mine for about three weeks until the young couple was down to their last four bits.  The Ellensburg Capital newspaper (Ellensburg might have become the capital of the new state of Washington in 1889 had not most of the city been destroyed in a fire on 4 July 1889) tells the story:

“Ollie Jordin uncovered the richest gold in the Swauk area in more than a quarter of a century. In less than two hours, in a pocket two feet long and eighteen inches wide, the man took out twenty-six one to four pound avoirdupois pure gold nuggets estimated at $10,000 [Note: 285 oz, worth US$775,000 today] and took it to the Cle Elum bank. The gold is heavy wire gold so pure it needs no refining. In addition, Mr. Jordin placed in the vault many fruit jars filled with gold not so pure and three hundred pounds of gold ore. Armed guards are protecting the property night and day.”

Over time Ollie took out from $70,000 to $80,000 worth of gold from the mine (worth about $7,500,000 today).  Ollie often told the story and laughingly recounted how on the day after his big strike he encountered Roy Lilne in town while hauling big nuggets in both hands for safekeeping and cheerfully told him he had picked all the lemons out of the mine.

Addendum: Liberty is famous for its very large gold nuggets, the largest nuggets in Washington State. Many old claims are still being worked on a smaller scale by individuals. For example, my Uncle Al (1875-1961), a dairy farmer, had his own underground mine between his house and barn that he had worked "just enough" each year.  You'd think the area would be mined out after 150 years but the mother lode, the source, has never been found.

by Owl (198k points)
edited by Ray Sarlin

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Thanks, Gill.  You made me think of a Dad moment, but not in his senior years.  I was still a teenager.  Mom and I were shopping and Dad had gone to a neighbor's house to see his collection of wood carvings. Dad had built cabinets and tables, even the garage but he always admired people who were more skilled, as this neighbor was. We came home first and Mom started preparing dinner.  

She thought it was strange that her husband wasn't home.  "He's coming now, Mom."  We looked through the front window. Mom was alarmed because Dad was zig-zagging up the pathway and tripping over his feet. She thought he was ill.   "No, Mom. Dad's drunk."

He got to the front door and dropped his keys.  He sat down on the steps to look for them. Mom was horrified.  I was going to let him in but she stopped me.  "Let him figure it out for himself."

I was sympathetic.  This was humorous to me. "Mom, haven't you ever had a drink?"

 "Of course, dear, I had a glass of Sherry in 1936."

Dad got the front door open and staggered into the house, oblivious to my mother's glare. I asked what happened. "Can you drink wood?"  

Dad leaned on a table to steady himself.  "Our neighbor makes wine.  He said you have to try this one.  Just a tiny glass.  Oh, this one's better.  Just one more.  I made this yesterday. I don't know what happened.  Why did I go there again?" He shuffled down the hall and collapsed on the bed.   Only time I ever saw my father drunk.
by Owl (279k points)

Hi Pat, that reminds me of a "Dad moment" also, although this was sort of a Mom & Dad moment. Growing up on the Navajo Rez, we used to drive north to the Seattle area to visit rellies every other year or so, and the trip led through Nevada.  Dad used to collect Indian-head pennies and silver dollars.  My sister and I would get extensive lectures on gambling whenever near Nevada.  To cement the lesson, the folks would ostentatiously deposit a single silver dollar in a slot machine at each motel we stopped with us kids watching the machine swallow it up.  Sis and I would typically stay in the room while Mom & Dad had a late dinner date out.

No big thing... until one night in Fallon they came back from dinner and casually emptied a bag of silver dollars on their bed - just under $500.  They told us that the one silver dollar had hit the jackpot. The lesson for us was that because of the odds, we were unlikely to ever again see a jackpot in our lives.  I suspect that that lesson was a bit beyond my 11-year-old brain but I never became a gambler.  While I can't speak for my then 15-year-old sister, whatever her gambling propensities were she did twice get married in Las Vegas.

Good advice, Ray. When Dad was becoming ill he stopped his weekly bets on the government lottery, figuring that if you have good health that's real winning.  But he kept records so he was able to tell me that over 25 years he had spent $5000 on lottery tickets and won back $100.  He said that if you only spend a few dollars a week you don't realize how it adds up over time.  That was a great lesson he taught me.

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Wrong Party -Wrong Time

The sons of Ira Dillingham Draper, mostly born in Iowa and raised in a lonely part of Nebraska, heard about a party on a Sunday afternoon! Yes, there would be food and single young maidens to gaze upon! (Circa 1870 give or take a few)

They dressed up in their Sunday best, hitched up the wagon to the horses and headed for the party with violins in hand.  From far off they saw the gathering! One of the brothers drove the wagon down to the group, with a cloud dust flying in the air, while the others fiddled and sang at the top of their voices!

When they got to the group, they discovered it was a church revival meeting, and the congregation was engaged in prayer!

by Golden Owl (5.8m points)
edited by David Draper

Funny indeed.  Thanks, David.

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Marry me sober, or else!

My second great, Officer Stants Nesgoda, made his share of hilarious arrests, but perhaps none was more hilarious than the man who just couldn't help himself coming of age during Prohibition.

An eager groom had been on the hunt for a clergyman to conduct his marriage that very day. He found one, and as an added bonus, the holy man happened to do a little bootlegging on the side. What better to get you in the wedding spirit than a few spirits, they thought! 

Unfortunately, they were a bit too enspirited to consider what the bride thought, which was that she was thankful she found out he was a drunk just in time!

She decided not to marry him, but he still got some jewelry that day. Instead of a band around his finger, he donned some shinny new bracelets around his wrists.

by Owl (74.6k points)

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"Funny" is in German "lustig". There are some "Lustig"'s in WikiTree, also unconnected, but mainly in Sweden. The funny sidekick: There was a Swedish football (aka soccer) player Mikael Lustig... I didn't know that that is/was such a popular name up there.

Ok, back to my connection: I found an unconnected couple in Minnesota. Richard Ernest Lustig needed his mum, his grandmum and her father to eventually get to greatgranddad's brother to get connected.

by Golden Owl (2.0m points)

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My mother alsways thought that the family should spend more money on furniture, and less on motorycles. (My father was a research phisicist , but his hobby was motorcycle rod racing.)

One year he got a big bonus check.  For Christmas that year he borrowed a dolls house couch form my sister and me, and put the check in an evelope labeled "Furniture Growing Powder".  He put them in a small box, and put that inse anothe bos, like nestng dolls, until it was about a foot square.

On Christmas Day my mother opened the box, then opened the next box , and so on.  By the time she got to the dolls house couch she thought it was a bad joke, and refused to open the envelope.  "Very Funny!" is what she said.  But my sister and I (who were in on the joke) finally convinced her to open the envelpe.

This was about 60 years ago. one of my sisters has the sofa that was bought with the "Furniture Growing Powder".
by Owl (198k points)

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