Stories about John
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A Father’s Quirky Piano Lessons
One of the most unforgettable memories of my father, John Smith, was his quirky piano lessons. Growing up, I remember him teaching me to play simple songs, but what made it memorable was his unique method. He had this crazy trick of turning every lesson into a comedy routine. We’d be in the middle of playing, and he'd suddenly stop and say, “Okay, now let’s make the piano sound like a chicken!” And so, we’d spend the next few minutes laughing while he tried to play a melody that sounded more like clucking than classical music!
Despite his “chicken piano” antics, those lessons were more than just about music—they were about bonding, laughter, and making the best out of every situation. Even now, I can’t sit at a piano without smiling and thinking of those hilarious moments.
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Written by: Becky Appleby, his daughter.
The Great Family Road Trip Adventure
Another funny story comes from one of our family road trips, where Dad insisted we take the scenic route. Dad was always one for adventure, so naturally, he didn’t want to stick to the main roads. What he didn’t plan for, however, was driving straight into a dead end in the middle of nowhere. We ended up in a tiny town with no way out except the way we came. As the tension rose, Dad, with his usual sense of humor, turned to us and said, “Well, at least we can check the ‘lost’ box on the vacation checklist!”
We all burst out laughing, and that’s how Dad handled any challenge: with a grin, a joke, and an unmatched ability to find humour in the most unexpected places.
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Written by: Sarah Smith, his daughter.
The Time He Got Caught Singing in the Grocery Store
One of my favourite funny stories about John was the time we bumped into him while shopping at the grocery store. We didn’t expect to see him belt out a song while picking up milk! There he was, standing in the cereal aisle, totally unaware of anyone around him, singing one of his favorite tunes at the top of his lungs. It was like he was performing on a stage. At first, I didn’t recognize him, but when I heard that voice, I couldn’t help but laugh.
When he noticed us watching, he just grinned, shrugged, and said, “Guess I needed to practice for the concert!” From that day on, I knew if you ever wanted to find John, just follow the sound of spontaneous karaoke in the grocery store.
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Written by: Peter Johnson, a long-time friend.