Quote of the Day - Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
I can't imagine what they'd be like tacked on to a Congregational sermon.
Haven't caught my drift yet?
Neither had I when my mother told me today. Let me explain. She doesn't have a computer. She's 72. So, I've tried to explain to her about this blog, but she only gets it when I equate it with a column in a newspaper.
She asked me what I wrote about for Thanksgiving, so I told her. You can skip down to the day before yesterday and read it.
Once I told her about the proclamations, she told me that my father, God rest his soul1, was required to read government proclamations during his Sunday morning church services.
These readings happened in the First Congregational Church in Middleboro, Massachusetts, before I was born. Every proclamation that was issued by the President, Governor, Borough or Town fathers. It was expected.
As you can imagine, she was referring to the way it was in the fifties.
Now, you're reading them in a blog. I had no idea I was repeating history.
1 Imagine my shock when I found my father's obituary on the internet. I was there for the funeral and burial, and remember it quite clearly. But there's nothing like having it emblazoned into my forehead when I looked at the result of my vanity search using my father's name and finding his (previously undiscovered) obituary on the internet.
There are just some reminders I'm not ready for, especially around the holidays.back