Sunday, April 14, 2019

Day 170, "Every picture has a story"
It was October 19, 1959.  Today was our church Sunday.  Mom had polished our shoes and they were lined up by the door as I wandered downstairs.  I looked at the clock which hung over the stove and it smiled back at me with a time of 7:50.  I smiled a bit and figured that there was time for Mom to make some eggs for breakfast along with some deer sausage.  I knew that after church Mom would make her fried egg sandwiches with a side of dill pickle but eggs were better in the morning.  I knew Dave did not care as he usually was up for a HUGE bowl of corn flakes with cream and sugar on.  I was surprised that Dad was already up as usually on Sundays he would sleep in a bit.  Oh, I almost forgot that we were in the middle of pheasant hunting and Dad was like a pointing bird dog when it came to chasing hunters off our land.  I did not even ask because I knew Dad would not be going to church this morning.  He would be walking around our farm looking for trespassing hunters.  If he found any they would, in no pleasant terms, realize that there was NO pheasant hunting on our farm.  
I did luck out as Mom had already milked the cows so we, Dave and I, did not have to do that and she was open to making eggs!  About 8:45 we were dressed and in the car.  Golly, those darn shoes did not feel all that great.  I had been in my glory Saturday as I did not need to put those darn things on my feet.  I loved summer as shoes where often parked in the entry way of our house but now, in fall, one could not go to school bare foot.   I wondered if the polish Mom put on the shoes made them smaller!  Regardless I was pumped for Sunday School.  That was at 9:00 and then church was at 10:00.  I had our Bible verses down pat and IF Mom, the teacher, asked me any of the 5 I could rattle them off in a second.  I knew that Mom would also have a Bible trivia contest, boys against the girls.  Not sure why she kept that up as we, the boys, always won hands down.  Really the boys consisted of Chuckie and I.  Darrin was usually there but he was not one you could count on for a quick answer.  The girls, Patsy, Gay and Carol Jean were the girls and in Bible trivia they were the enemy, "for sure".  Two weeks ago Chuckie and I had crushed them 12-3 and I had every intention of doing the same today.  In the end the girls would laugh as we answered first and I suspected it was their way of dealing with defeat!  
Sunday School ended with Chuckie and I winning 11-4 and for us that was almost a defeat as our goal had been to win every answer.  I suspected Mom kind of tilted things towards the girls as I was sure my hand shot up quicker than the girls twice but Mom called on them.  I guess Moms need to do that sometimes.  
We, Chuckie and I,  headed up the cement stairs at 9:55 and took our seats on the right side of the church kind of mid front.  At my age now I did not have to sit with Mom and or Dad.  Chuckie and I would continue or competition by seeing who could open the hymn book closest to the page of the song.  I think it usually was 50-50 as to who won!  
Church kind of dragged on as it usually did.  When the collection plate came around I put my nickel in.  Dad had taught us that we must ALWAYS put something in the collection plate.  Rev Mailing (sp?), as usual, talked a bit too long and actually I did not understand what he was trying to get across this morning.  
End of church and we headed home.  I knew where we would find Dad.  He would be watching the trees to the east of our house or he would be across the creek to the north looking for trespassing hunters.  AND he would have his Winchester shotgun on his right shoulder with shells in!  As Mom turned at the corner a half mile south of our farm I had visions of those egg sandwiches AND I already had those darn shoes off.

Well I did play tennis yesterday morning with the guys who are supposed to be better than I.  We play doubles so of course the wins or losses depends on your teammate as well.  We played for 45 minutes and then changed partners and played for the last 45 minutes.  I won the first 5-4 (time was up) and won the second 6-4.  As we finished up the guy who plans these things asked me if I got a workout.  I replied, "I won both matches and it was a mountain top experience!"  Do you think he got my drift?

Cloudy today with warm temps on tap.  A week from today is Easter Sunday!

I did eat breakfast this morning.  I have been experimenting with not eating soon after I get up.  IF I eat after a 7:30 or 9:00 tennis match I seem to play better.  I don't play on Sundays so I fired up the stove to hash browns, 2 eggs easy over and a nice thick slab of ham.  After finishing I nursed my FP to the end of the sports page.  Way to go Carmen.

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