A nicely written memoire and I hope it gave you inner peace to think about your prose before you put it on paper. As a kid it was the usual church/Sunday School thing but something must have happened with my folks and religion and suddenly it wasn't a thing anymore. So religion was out and instead leisure was in. By then the austerity after WW11 was over, personal car ownership was viable again and most Sundays were car trips to the coast either in convoys of relatives or solo car trips. Where I grew up it was equidistant from the East, West coast about 70 miles each direction (that probably sounds incredible to most of you 🇺🇸with your geographical distances 😏) Anyway enough of my prattling on. Cheers DougT 🇫🇴
Thanks, Doug. The original drafts were definitely deeper and longer...and helped me find some peaces on some pieces of my puzzle. I'm glad I'm not the only one sorting out the memories and puzzle pieces. Especially on Sundays. Cheers! 🌈✌️
Absolutely love this glimpse of your childhood, Clint - curled up with Dad reading is a very special memory. Thanks for sharing! 💜
Thanks, MTF. It’s one of my favorite memories of childhood. Nobody zucked with the Collides when they were reading. :-p
A nicely written memoire and I hope it gave you inner peace to think about your prose before you put it on paper. As a kid it was the usual church/Sunday School thing but something must have happened with my folks and religion and suddenly it wasn't a thing anymore. So religion was out and instead leisure was in. By then the austerity after WW11 was over, personal car ownership was viable again and most Sundays were car trips to the coast either in convoys of relatives or solo car trips. Where I grew up it was equidistant from the East, West coast about 70 miles each direction (that probably sounds incredible to most of you 🇺🇸with your geographical distances 😏) Anyway enough of my prattling on. Cheers DougT 🇫🇴
Thanks, Doug. The original drafts were definitely deeper and longer...and helped me find some peaces on some pieces of my puzzle. I'm glad I'm not the only one sorting out the memories and puzzle pieces. Especially on Sundays. Cheers! 🌈✌️
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