Sunday morning was great, because Pop would cook one of his special breakfasts. There was always pulpy orange juice, made from frozen concentrate in a can. He would either make huge stacks of pancakes with bacon or sausage, or huge piles of fried eggs with bacon or sausage, with a side of toast. We would compete to get eggs whose yolks weren’t broken or cooked solid, but Pop had a pretty deft hand and these were rare. He fried the eggs in the bacon fat supplemented with a little shortening. On special special days he made French toast. After we’d eaten he’d haul in the heavy log of the Sunday paper, and hand off the colored funnies to us. These were in two sections, the big funnies and the little funnies, so two could “read” them at the same time. Mostly we enjoyed the graphics and made up our own interpretation of what was going on. Sometimes Mom would read them to us. There were odd religious kids programs on in the morning, like Davey and Goliath and Jot, or educational shows like What’s New?
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