Photo by  Fredrik Öhlander  on  Unsplash Family History Month in October always brings family stories to mind.   Fortunately, most of the stories I remember are humorous. Perhaps I have  forgotten the ones that are not.  My father was a writer, and many of his pieces  were humor. When I was a small girl, my Father joined my Grandfather in his hardware  business.   My Grandfather, in addition to operating his hardware business was the Mayor of  our small town. My Father soon was elected to the City Council. My Grandmother  had founded the first church in the community. My Grandmother was the most  dignified lady you could imagine. Even her husband called her “Mrs. _______.” We lived in an apartment above the hardware store. My Grandparents lived  downstairs, behind the store. The windows of my parents’ bedroom overlooked  the highway in front of the store and beyond that, there was a ditch separating the highway  from a driveway that ran from the Police Station to cages housing the dogs