On Sunday mornings, when I was a child, my father would read the funny papers to me. It was a ritual for us. I would sit on his lap and he would read me the comics. It was fun, entertaining. But also, he would add a little learning into our Sunday mornings. He pointed out one cartoonist in particular who only did side views or front views, no perspective. My mother would call in from the kitchen to him that I was too young to understand what he was saying. But my father would just keep talking, enjoying our Sunday time together, reading the comics, building in a little education.
I used to do this with my parents too! Note to self: something fun to do with my own kiddos now:)
ReplyDeleteOh, lovely story.
ReplyDeleteIt's valuable to share quality time with our kids. I'm glad your dad shared Sunday mornings with you in this way. I'm sure it made you feel valued and loved.
ReplyDeleteI love to read books and create stories for my three kids. Now, my seven-year-old son even loves to write his own short stories. Great fun! Blessings--dianne :)
childhood memories ... *sigh*
ReplyDeleteSunday papers--political cartoons, the funnies, crosswords--the whole paper was a ritual with Dad at its center. Thanks for this--it just brought weeks of wonderful memories of four kids and two parents fake fighting over the funnies, the editorials, you name it. My brother usually ENDED the whole deal by running away into the bathroom with the funnies and reading them loudly through the door. We fought over which were the best artists and which were the best lines.WONDERFUL memories.
ReplyDeleteSunday papers are part of our family breakfast, each one would read their favorite section and then comment to the others, it's a family Sunday ritual.
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely memory! :) Oh the investment your father made that has certainly turned into treasured stories/memories for my family in the shape of your books! Thank you for passing it on.
ReplyDeleteThis brought back such a wonderful memory! My grandfather, Grampy, LOVED reading the "funnies." He would always share them with us when we came to visit on Sunday evenings. He would laugh and laugh at each one.
ReplyDeleteAs he lay on his hospital bed after a severe stroke, I recall watching my Uncle David, laying next to him, reading him the funnies since he couldn't do it himself. David laughed and laughed for the both of them.
Precious...thank you for sharing.
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeletethis book brings me memories of reading to my daughter i lost her. her birthday would be tomorrow :( i miss you angel :.(
ReplyDelete