My grandfather spoke little english. He ran out little store and could communicate enough with customers. Loved westerns including Lone Ranger and Cisco Kid. but his favorite was Groucho Marx. He got all of Groucho’s jokes and I remember him laughing and enjoying himself, more than at any other time, as we watched the shows together.
Groucho Marx was risque and he was fun to watch. As I grew older I begin to see and appreciate the double intendre in his humor. Innocent by today’s standards.
Dad and I both enjoyed his TV show. It expanded my educational horizons because I learned about new things and places from the questions and answers posed to the contestants.
Mom not so much because of her strict moral upbringing. She did loosen up a bit when she discovered “soap operas”. But mom’s job was to keep us (men) on the straight and narrow.