Some of you have asked what it was like growing up in a blowaway town on the High Plains. This is what a typical Sunday was like:
After getting dressed up in Sunday whites it was off to church first thing.The priest tried to keep people awake but his sermons never got anyone excited.After church Lena our neighbor to the north would come to visit. Lena was always in good spirits. She’d stay for a while and then go visit other people.Dad put up a feeder so when we stood at the kitchen sink we could birdwatch. We had a guidebook but sometimes the birds came and went so fast we weren’t able to identify conclusively. Also the guidebook was often vague and unhelpful. Sunday nap was almost as sacred as Sunday Mass. In late afternoon we would take a drive and look at the wheat. By late May some was already turning ripe though often a lot was still green and was beautiful swaying in the wind. We’d get home in early in case the relatives came for a visit.Everyone played cards, pitch or pinochle, sometimes poker, and went home before midnight.