|Mom and Trixie and Me in the backyard|
We would turn on the small window unit air conditioner when the weather finally got to the scorching hot stage, most times, only if people from church were coming to Sunday dinner. There were accordion doors that closed off the natural climate of the Florida room where we usually spent Sunday afternoons reading the newspaper sprawled across the floor on our stomachs, elbows propping us off the cool cement. It was here we learned of The Adventures of Dick Tracy and his two-way wrist radio and the latest escapades of Snoopy.
On company days, we had to wear our Sunday best to the meal and not spill or get those clothes dirty because we'd have to wear them again later for evening church. If the Wilcoxes came over with their three boys, a change of clothes was sure to be in order after dinner dishes were done.
For those special meals Mom would prepare a large pot roast with home made mashed potatoes and brown gravy, fresh snapped green beans seasoned with a ham bone kept in the freezer until needed. She would set the oven timer to come on at a certain time for us to come home from church to a delicious meal right out of the Dutch oven. Pop in the tray of dinner rolls, set the table and we were ready to pour the iced tea into the good glasses that matched, come to the table and ask the Lord for a blessing.