Posted on 09/03/2017 12:00:05 PM PDT by DallasBiff
Every Sunday the huuuge Pittsburgh Press was on the front porch and after breakfast my mother would have her cigarette and coffee and read the paper. The Press was basically conservative.
My mother also insisted in getting the sunday New York Times, which came around 2 PM at the local candy store. I guess she liked seeing the real estate section and my dad would say "I'm spending good money on a paper whose motto should be "All the news, that's fit to tint"".
We also had a new german shepherd puppy and my mother had planted newspapers all around the house to house train him. I was reading the comics on the floor and the dog came over and urinated over Nancy and Sluggo.
I miss Dagwood. ;-)
Both lost their market share with lousy business decisions.
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.
I delivered 3-4 lb. Sunday Chicago Tribunes out of a 6’X4’ wooden cart with big metal wheels in the Chicago area...through winters. What was I thinking? The money was pretty good for a kid though.
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!
My favorite, as a young girl, was the Sunday society page. Loved reading about Saturday’s weddings and photos of the bride and groom as well as the new engagements.
I delivered the Charlotte Observer in the early ‘70’s. The Sunday paper was so big it came in two separate bundles and I had to put them together before I delivered them.
I delivered the paper up in Buffalo. The Sunday edition was so large, it came in two deliveries - all the coupons, supplements, et on Wednesday, and the newspaper early Sunday. We had to assemble them before delivering. My father would help on Sundays. Load them into the back of the car. Learned to drive around 12 years old. Standard shift.
Yep...the good ‘ole days...paperboy for the OC Register...we got several sections of the Sunday paper on Thursdays, so we could pre-assemble and have them ready for Sunday morning...up at 0400 on Sunday to take the Sunday drop off and assemble the final paper....so big it had to be double banded...the Sunday route having many more deliveries because a lot of people wanted Sunday only...I think I could only haul 60 papers per trip on the bike, because even with a big rack, that’s all that would fit in the saddle bags...
That was a lot of fun. Hard work for sure, but I owned the streets at that time on Sunday morning. It was a blast...
As a young man, I used to deliver the paper (on foot or by bicycle) so yes, I remember the Sunday paper well. As I recall, there were quite a few people that only had a subscription to the weekend papers. Many people directly paid for their subscription to the newspaper company, but we had to go out and collect the others on our own.
I was listening to some OTR, and one of them had an ad for Hearst newspapers, feature a 32 (34?) page comics section in the Sunday paper.
“Sunday Papers” - Joe Jackson
Mother doesn’t go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside
If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know about the stains on the mattress
You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers
Mother’s wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the TV’s on
Whatever moves beyond these walls
She’ll know the facts when Sunday comes along
If you want to know about the mad punk rockers
If you want to know how to play guitar
If you want to know about any other suckers
You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers
Sunday papers don’t ask no questions
Sunday papers don’t get no lies
Sunday papers don’t raise objections
Sunday papers ain’t got no eyes
Brother’s heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldn’t print it if it wasn’t true
If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to drive your car
If you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers
Sunday papers don’t ask no questions
Sunday papers don’t get no lies
Sunday papers don’t raise objections
Sunday papers ain’t got no eyes
Sunday papers don’t ask no questions
Sunday papers don’t get no lies
Sunday papers don’t raise objections
Sunday papers ain’t got no eyes
Read all about it, Sunday papers
Read all about it, Sunday papers
Read all about it, Sunday papers
Read all about it, Sunday papers
Read all about it, Sunday papers
Get your Sunday paper, get your Sunday paper, get your
Read all about it, Sunday papers
Get your Sunday paper, get your Sunday paper, get your
Read all about it, Sunday papers
I remember the funny pages. Bloom County with “Bill The Cat” Miss those days.
That’s a lot of silly putty.
We were too poor for a Schwinn. I had a Kmart Huffy bike.
Courier-Express?
Huffy had the bolt on cranks that tore up your ankles.
Did you have the banana seat? Tha banana seat was a huge aftermarket item; came in cool colors like purple metalflake.
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