SUNDAYS … SWEET SUNDAYS!
It’s Sunday, and for some reason I got up early this morning. Recently, I’ve been sleeping in on a Sunday. But that always wasn’t the case because when I was a kid Sunday was the day when the family went to church.And as you can see from the photo. It was the era of men in hats. Actually, most Sundays my dad would get up early and take his own mother to Mass at 6:00 in the morning. Dad used to say it was tradition, but in reality it was because 6:00 was to early for the officiating priest to preach an extended, long-winded, fire and brimstone sermon. On the way home from church my dad would either stop at the bake shop for fresh doughnuts or the Italian bread bakery for Vienna Rolls hot from the oven.
In the tradition of my father, I took my mother to mass every Sunday morning after he died. Well, that was until a couple of all-knowing bishops decided that most of the parishes in the city weren’t showing a profit and closed half of them.
So, it was in the spirit of Sundays past that I picked up something for my breakfast today while shopping yesterday.The closest I could get to a Vienna Roll of yesteryear is what they call a Kaiser Roll today. So knowing that it wouldn’t taste fresh baked today I opted for the snowman doughnut.
Like this little white-faced mouse.