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.
The San Francisco Chronicle had two separate comic pages on Sundays. There was the full size , which was 6 pages and a smaller section which was four pages.
Yeah, I used to deliver the Chicago Tribune as a kid. On Saturday they would drop off these huge bundles of inserts. On Sunday morning I’d have to stuff them into the news sections delivered that morning. I could only fit about thirty out of the hundred or so I had deliver every day in the basket on the front of my bike.
Today, paperboys would be reported to Child Protective Services for abuse.
Every Sunday I got the local and maybe another newspaper and read them. That was the only time during the week I had to read them. The good old days.
Yep...Schwinn was never in the budget...had a couple of Huffys, then Murray made a pretty good beach cruiser that worked well.
I used to ride my bike to get the Sunday NYT. Took all week to read it. No more. Wouldn’t use the rag as bird cage liner if it were free.
I delivered the Tribune in South Deering - around 98th and mangosteen. Where were you?
My son was a paper boy and I’d have to get up around 3AM on Sunday and drive him Round to deliver.
I would often get a nice tip or bonus around the holidays.
Yes, the Courier Express!
98th and Manistee. I didn’t even think “mangosteen” was a word.
My brother had a Schwinn. Bought it with his paper money. It was a fancy thing with a lot of chrome. He had been told by my mother not to ride it in the street, and one day when she saw him riding in the street, she dragged the bike into the house, and up the stairs to the attic, where it stayed for quite a while.
Low miles, probably worth a fortune today.
I wish I could remember all the cartoon strips from those days. I remember Blondie, Beetle Bailey, Dick Tracy, Li’l Abner, Little Orphan Annie, and others. Can’t remember if Sad Sack was a Sunday cartoon, but I know we read the comic books. Little Lulu, Nancy...Terry and the Pirates.
Ha...that’s about what it felt like...
You had to be an expert at balancing the bike...had to load the bike rack carefully and stand the loaded bike up leaning on the side of the house...close the garage door...very carefully move the bike to the sidewalk without lifting the front end up or the whole thing would tip over.
The first few cranks on the pedals were hell...and I had to go slightly up hill towards my route. Fun stuff that was.
The Newark Star Ledger. Sunday edition would line a lot of bird cages. Not so much today. Although same shi##y content.
LOL! God only knows where it ended up.
The Newark Star Ledger. Sunday edition would line a lot of bird cages. Not so much today. Although same shi##y content.
Loved and miss those days! Around 1966 my Uncle would come over every Sunday morning with a dozen bakery fresh donuts and the Sunday Courier-Post (South Jersey) newspaper. When rolled up the thing was big enough to knock out a moose. Us kids spread the funny papers on the floor and would lay on our bellies to read them.
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