A Sense of Humor

Please excuse me if my blog entries seem to center around my father, but right now dad's legacy and estate seem to be the center of all my time and activity.  People who didn't know dad thought he was very stern and all business.  But they just didn't know dad.  One of the folks at church who worked very closely with him was asked by somebody how she could work with him since he was so stern.  She broke out laughing and said "You don't really know Horace.  He has one of the greatest sense of humor of anybody I have known."  How very true.  At the memorial service we invited folks to write their memories of dad.  It was impressive how so many remarked about his friendliness, genuine concern, and his sense of humor.  He always began his Sunday School class with humorous stories.  But one of the best written comments came from a woman in our church.  Here is what she wrote.   "Several years ago I did a talk for our Keenagers on recollections.  During the programs on antiques and collectibles, I asked for a show of hands of people who had a collection at home.  Several raised their hands and among them was Horace.  When I asked when he started his collection and what he collected he replied. 'Well it began shortly after Dolly died and I collect dust!'  Needless to say, many of us could relate to that and had a good chuckle!"  That was dad's sense of humor and incidentally, he did have an interesting collection and he left it all behind.