I grew up spending lots of time with three wonderful older ladies: my grandmother, her sister, and their mother, my great-grandmother. This jolly trio told stories, carried vinyl, shoulder-strap purses full of candies and treasures, and went everywhere together.
And they laughed. Oh, how they laughed. They often stirred each other into laughter tizzies, belly-laughing until they cried, which was funny to them and would make them laugh even harder, wiping their eyes and begging, “Oh, Mercy!” “Oh, my Lord!” as their hysteria crescendoed.