Forgive me for asking, but what is a newspaper?
They had the tv guide, coupons, comics, a crossword, unscramble and anagram puzzles and Parade Magazine. Cheap kid entertainment.
I remember: color comics!
The weekend Wall Street Journal is pretty nice. It has book reviews.
Don’t know how the newspaper got into the house, but I remember sitting on grandfather’s lap (from Sherman TX) while he read me the color comics. One of my best memories. I also remember when windows weren’t double pane and you could draw in the frost Jack Frost would paint on the glass. The refrigerator was called the ice box.
I remember The Funnies section.
I was a paperboy for the San Jose Mercury News (aptly named murky news). The Sunday paper was about 10 lbs. and my Schwinn Stingray could barely hold the load.
The Detroit Sunday Free Press was huge.
My Dad didn’t want anyone touching the paper until he had read it first. Problem was, he started late on most Sundays, going to the 11;am Mass. Then, once he returned, he like to make his own late breakfast, followed by eating it.
By then, it was well after 1pm! I finally figured out, as long as I kept the second section of State and Local News, and the fourth section of Sports News untouched, he was fine.
I could get my new fix done with by 10am.
I was a real estate agent from ‘79 to ‘89 and had to buy the local Sunday paper every Saturday afternoon so I could see open houses, new listings and to make sure my listing ads made it into the paper. Then I went to work for a commercial auctioneering and liquidation company as real estate manager and for several years during the commercial real estate depression in the ‘90’s placed hundreds of thousands of dollars in the Washington Post, Wall Street Journal and trade papers. It wasn’t the company’s money but I begrudged those liberal rags every penny but you had to go with what worked. Thank God for the internet for helping to drive the nails in the coffins.
I had a Golden Retriever that would fetch the paper everyday. On Sunday he rested. Too much paper to handle for him.
I remember them well. We lived in Rochester, NY. Back in the 50’s they published two papers a day. The morning paper was the Democrat & Chronicle. The afternoon paper was The Times-Union. My brother was a paper-boy, and delivered the Democrat & Chronicle every morning. Sundays was the big day, with stacks of inserts that had to be included in the Sunday morning paper. The cartoon section was the best for us kids. I was younger than my brother, but always enjoyed helping him “sub” his papers with him.
One Sunday at the beginning of my route I tripped on a curb and the back of the bag swung around to the front and, while trying to run under the weight so I would not fall, I ran headfirst into a wall.
The bag must have weighed 60 lbs and I was about 110 lbs at the time.
My hands would turn black from the ink.
Those newspapers were never conservative. As the years went on they became even more leftist, commie and facist up until this very day. (If it wasn’t for Web based news abc,cbs,nbc and cnn would be exstinct.) It was to the point where no american in there right mind would want to read or buy the propoganda, ergo the large papers evaporated. Nothing bad or evil last forever only good.
I miss Dondi and Lil Abner.
Yes. The good days when the newspaper and milk were delivered to your door. Plus, leaving bicycles and toys on the open porch and know they would be there in the morning.
A thick Sunday newspaper on a Sunday off only came once a month for me as I worked a rotating shift but I celebrated it in style. Full pot of coffee, bacon and eggs while I dug through the thick paper, particularly the comics. Great times.
They were really thick. I don’t think I have really enjoyed them since the early eighties, or times I got one at a Seven Eleven because I was stuck in a hotel room.
Then when I got older, my memories were more pleasant. Early in our marriage, my wife and I lived in an apartment in the city and we'd get 2 or 3 large papers on Sunday morning. I can still remember spending rainy Sundays with newspapers spread all across the floor and I can still smell the bacon and eggs and coffee brewing as the cold rain pattered against the windows and the swoosh of the wet tires of cars passing on the busy street underneath us. We would have compact discs on the stereo with bands like Steely Dan, Genesis and Alan Parsons Project.
Lazy Sundays!