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Following yesterday's remembrance of Saturday, I thought I would share with you some favorite memories from Sunday Mornings. It goes without saying for the "Padre" that Mass was a big part of my family's Sunday rituals. 6 of us kids, John, Jim, Jane, Joe, Jerry and Tom were all raised the same way but the connection with God & Church (different but related realities) took for two of us and the other 4 clocked out of discernable faith during the mid-adult years. No animosity, but a fair amount of disappointment by my parents who thought they did it wrong. Everyone has free will, and my siblings have their paths. I am a big fan of the invitation, not expectation method of trying to spark the fires of religion-faith-spirituality (again related realities but not identical).
After Mass & Sunday School - WRESTLING!!!!!! The locals program was Wrestling at the Chase, filmed on Saturday evenings, broadcast on Sunday mornings. Pat O'Connor, Gene Kenenski, Dick the Bruiser, Harley Race, Rick Flair, Andre the Giant and a whole host of other pre-WWE wrestlers were one of the greatest joys of watching TV with my older brothers. (Roller Derby & Creature Feature were on Saturday evenings - more fond memories). The Suplex, Sleeper-holds, Figure-four leg-locks and Iron Claws were the fun moves of the day, now nothing in the post WWE (which I appreciate - just took some getting used to the Hulk Hogan era)
The Sunday brunch was scrambled eggs mixed with bacon bits, toast and my father loved cooking the locally made weisswurst. Disgusting looking things, that tasted wonderful. How I would get an non-essential organ to taste them again. It wasn't a large meal, but it was always good. It interrupting wrestling was one of the worst things that could happen.
Horseshoes, Sunday rides in the country-side, playing cards, and watching some TV when the weather was bad were all part of the afternoon events leading up to a magnificent meal with various relatives and guests. The Sunday table was always decked out and there were usually a good 8 to 12 seats at the table and roast beef or pork was the norm. Roasted potatoes, carrots and onions browned in the roaster (mouth-watering) along with other veggies were all part of the Sunday feast. This meal usually happened midafternoon and company was leaving around 5 or 6.
The day wound down with Mom & Dad watching 60 Minutes and I would come back in for the Wonderful World of Disney which my parents usually watched with me. Sundays were not always like this, but many were during the 70's and mid-80's. When Mom & Dad finally sold the big house the chapter on these wonderous Sundays came to a close. You got the best of the Sunday memories, there were shit-shows and family drama gone sour, but who wants to read of those things on a Sunday morning. Happy Sunday virtual family (or phamily as they say over at Phetasy) and friends!
To be human is to have a collection of memories that tells you who you are and how you got there. - Rosecrans Baldwin
