As children we loved jokes, anything for a laugh. At school on rainy day recesses it wasn't unusual to go through all the jokes we knew, some had their same old tired ones they said every time, but fresh jokes were always appreciated. We were constantly on the lookout for new ones, and we remembered them all to be used at the next opportunity.
Teenaged boys would often stand around before and after church laughing and telling each other the latest jokes they heard.
For some reason by the time girls graduated from school their days of telling jokes were basically over. Maybe they were a little more grown up?
Some married men still seemed to live to tell jokes. LV had an uncle like that, and one of my favorite uncles though he didn't simply sit around telling jokes, he sure knew how to keep his audiences laughing. I think he remembered ever humorous thing that ever happened in his life and he enjoyed regaling his listeners with his side splitting stories.
Having left the Amish, the memory of all the jokes started slipping away, but one day they came back with a flash.
LV was asked to deliver some hay and was told that a few people would be riding along to help with the unloading. Those few people happened to be three Amish boys. They had no clue he used to be Amish and he didn't bother telling them. The next few hours he was reminded how life used to be as they were telling him every joke they could think of.