There is something we all do well in Newfoundland and that is, we use certain terminology in our everyday work outside and apply to our life indoors, or should we say our life at home.

Visiting Catalina about six or seven years ago, I met the Angelican priest who told me a very funny story about one of his parishioners.

He was called to visit a lady who had had a bad fall and in doing so injured her back. It resulted in her having to stay in bed for several months.

After two months, he was making his regular call, and was surprised to find her downstairs in the kitchen. Well he told her how happy he was to find her so much improved, and then remarked, "The next thing we'll be seeing you in church," and she replied, "No Riverend no. I don't t'ink so cuz me back eh's wunderful, wunderful bad. I git's in d'bid an' I can't turn h'over. I 'aves to git out of bid, go down along d'side of'n, go cross d'h'end and git in d'hudder side."

The reverend's comment then was, "I s'pose your husband has to do the same thing?"

"No zir no. Eh juss sheaves astern."

Last Christmas I made a visit to a friend's home just as they were ready to .sit down to dinner. I was made very welcome and was invited to stay and share in the meal.

The meal had to be well digested because laughs were plentiful. Everyone told a story or two.

One story that was passed onto me was by an Anglican minister who was from Labrador and was visiting St. John's for a few days.

It seems a young fellow of twenty had requested the doctor to come and visit his mother who was quite ill. But the problem was the doctor would have to leave the hospital and travel a distance of seven or eight miles to see this lady. He did not go and when he was talking to the son on the third phone call the doctor asked some questions and it did not appear that it was necessary for him to make the trip. But the boy was insisting and the doctor said, "Look here does she have a temperature?" The reply, "Temperature doctor? 'Er temperature wus so 'igh lass night it warped 'er false teet'."

Taken from Al Clouston's "When I Grow Too Old to Laugh.......shoot me!"