Cyber Foo

27/08: Sunday

Me remembering

When I was just a lad back in the day, I would look forward to Sundays. Growing up in back woods of Minnesota, we were miles from any of our neighbors and 20 miles from the nearest town. We would get up, mom would make us a great big family breakfast, the kids would run out and do their chores, milking the cows, feeding the chickens, combing the horses, slopping the pigs, feeding the oh so many cats and dogs we had around the farm.

By 9am we were all cleaned up and off to church we would go, to have our souls saved once again by either my uncle or by the Pastor who lived in the cottage behind the church. In the summer we would ride horses to church, but only if it wasnt raining. Otherwise we would cram all 9 of us into the Ford F150 and bounce down the dirt road filled with ruts from people driving on the clay in the rain.

The church I went to believed in feed the congregation as well as feeding the soul, the kitchen in the basement was always alive and the smells waffed through the church as an adult you listened the the words that would take you through the next week, or as a child you sat quietly downstairs and listened to story's of David and Golith, all the time smelling those wonderful breads, pastries and side of beaf cooking so close.

A picnic style lunch in the open lawn with picnic table my family made for the church was always a wonderful time for us to talk to the neightbors, cousins, friends and family alike. A rousing game of basketball in the rainy days or a fun game of softball filled the afternoon.

Mom and Dad would take us into town for 3 things on sunday. Everyone loved the stop at the Dairy Queen for an ice cream or maybe a banana split. A quick stop to the store for supplies for the week and the one thing I always loved the most!

The Sunday News Paper! Since I was old enough to read, I fell inlove with the sunday funnies. I can remember sitting in the back of the pickup reading the paper to my brothers and sisters on the way home. Us laughing so much and if it was a really good one, reading it over and over until our sides ached.

I collected those funnies for my special surprise for folks. At first they didnt get it, but Ive been told now that they miss it. I would take this precious memories and use them to wrap the hand made presents we gave out for birthdays, aniveraries and christmas. I would pick out a special one for each person. Each funny would fit the person or the situation as needed and would bring a smile or laugh to the special day.

We were never rich with money, but we were never poor for laughter, kindness and caring. A hug ment so much, a pat on the back for a good days work went along way. When someone said they knew you, they did. I miss those days and in a way they carry through with me today. I still read the funnies or tell people when they leave, "see ya in the funny pages" A time when we would get together for laughter and enjoy each others company.

I hope this rememberance brings you a smile and reminds you of a time when things were simple yet nice. Have a great sunday, HUGS to you and your families.

Ken N.