In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Dad said there were Indians he was with out West – and I'm totally blanking on where, but I want to say Washington State – who were the funniest people he ever knew.
He also said they asked if he was an Indian, because he sure was dark enough and there was a tribe with blue eyes somewhere around.
They would parody, well, white culture so well it left my Dad in stitches:
In perfect imitation of the crippled character in Gunsmoke, coming up to tell the main character something – and the backstory, as I understand it from Dad, is that this hero had a completely honorable relationship with the one woman in town (who herself was apparently chaste despite all logic of frontier economics) – and the cripple drags his leg behind him over to the hero to tell him the news:
"Doc, Doc done got Miss Kitty preg-nant."