I remember the summer before my last year in high school, and how my mom and I shopped every weekend to find the perfect prom dress for the fall dance (my first) and being worried that my senior pictures would turn out terrible (I was SO self conscious).
I remember all the stories told at Sunday afternoon supper when our family invited other family's out to spend the day with our family.
I remember watching Shirley Temple movies at my grandparents house when I spent Saturday afternoon's with my grandmother, while she worked on quilts or sewing projects.
I remember my mother hardly ever buying us store bought clothes and how my mom took all if us to our family friend and seamstress, Mrs. Reisch, four times each year, to have clothes made for each of us.
I remember our family hardly ever buying anything at a grocery store --- we had most everything one needed at home, and of course, all the chores one could think of too.
I remember my grand father's hobbies of rock hunting and all his gadgets for rock polishing or making rock tables or other big rock projects, oil painting, or sitting quietly at the dining room table with his binder tracking stock market trends, etc.
I remember how the Sunday paper was only $1.00, which was expensive back then, but oh (!) How fun it was to read Ann Landers, Sunday Parade, the comics (Blondie! ), and all the other things you'd find for sale in the Want Ads.
I remember sitting through long Sunday sermons or attending hot summer evenings at revivals and shooting down every plausible loop hole in their sermons. It's how I entertained myself during Sunday sermons because we had to make sure we could pass a surprise Quiz during Sunday supper hour. Which in our house, failure to pass the quiz meant big trouble.
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