Stream of Consciousness Sunday/Monday: Sunday morning cartoons
Sunday mornings were always the day of bad cartoons. I remember getting up as early as possible on Saturday to get all the good cartoons, but Sunday mornings were horrible. I think I avoided them when I was at home but I remember having sleepovers at my Nan’s house where both Nan & Poppa wouldn’t get up until after 8am and I’d be wide awake at 6:30am. Since my bed was the couch in the living room, I could turn on the TV really quietly and watch all the horrible cartoons. And shows. “Size Small” and “Hercules” were two of the ones that were on. I remember wishing Nan would wake up sooner!!
But Sundays at my house were filled with the smell of cherry pipe tobacco, the sound of CKNW radio (with hits from yesterday… and today!) and in general needing to occupy myself. When I was younger my mom tried to get me to go to Sunday School… but she literally had to drag me so she gave up.
Sometimes Dad would take a load of stuff to the dump – that was always exciting. But most of the time, my brothers and I were playing outside. And not always with the neighbourhood kids. Our backyard had a swingset and lots of good places to play with my smurfs. Plus we had a tree house! It was unfinished and the paper wasps would often come in to get the wood to make their nests but it was a great place to hang out and watch the rain.
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