On Sunday's after church mom fixed a big Sunday meal, fried chicken, meatloaf or pork chops with all the fixins, the newspaper would be passed around and we liked the comics especially if someone would explain what exactly was going on in each frame. When Mom could and there was something we wanted to see, she would give us enough money for the movies, snack & made sure we had a ride to and from the Kimo, State, Sunshine or Highland Theater. It was always a treat and so much fun for us while mom no doubt appreciated a little time to herself.
Sunday evening television meant
Voyage To the Bottom of The Sea,
The Wonderful World of Disney, Wagon Train and the ever popular-
Ed Sullivan Show. Topo Gigio, the marionette mouse was gentle and sweet when exchanging chit-chat and banter with crusty 'ol Ed. Señor Winces the wise-cracking, talking hand was a riot and good wholesome entertainment in contrast to the hysteria prompted by Elvis Presley's gyrations or the mop-haired Beatles when they invaded America and sang about "Wanting to Hold Your Hand", big sister's Sophie and Marcie even reacted to the group with an unfamiliar hysteria that included screaming as the foursome began their devil-may-care performance.
Then there was homework, getting our uniforms ready for school and like it or not setting our sights on school bright and early Monday morning. Seems like only yesterday yet light years ago... those school days at SFX and the no nonsense teaching approach of the Sister's of Charity from Cincinnati, Ohio. Mrs Sanchez, ran the school cafeteria and if she was in a good mood when a kid asked for seconds on a hot bun she would let you have one.
Just recapping a typical Sunday in the mid 60s around this time of year, when we were in grade school and the overall mood and feel of those days was good and easy going.
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People seem to walk with a little extra bounce in their step during the Spring. The promise of good things to come taps the shoulder of Winter, wanting to take the reigns and replace the biting cold days with temperatures more conducive to creating good moods. The great outdoors hearkens after strong blowing winds stormed and settled in like a bull in a china shop. 
Life changes with a subtle sweetness or with obnoxious abandon. Humankind continues to evolve, some take to changes smoothly while others struggle to find their rhythm, recalibrate then synchronize with the natural ebb and flow of this wild, wonderful world. All the day in, day out, goings on, make us who we are, what and where we are meant to be and when. Time and space transition into the next phase to complete the cycle in accordance with our place and purpose in the heavens. 
