The Sunday Memories of A Baby Boomer

Sunday Morning

A day of rituals

started with church

at St. Luke’s

where forgiven sins

remained for the rest of the week.


Then a big breakfast:

pancakes, scrambled eggs,

sizzling bacon and home fries

we ate until we almost died.


Then off to some adventure

dad would plan it out as a surprise

no matter how he tried to disguised it

It was usually a day at the theater

or at Palisades Amusement Park

in the summer a trip on the D train to Coney Island Beach


But first we’d all sit and read

the New York Journal American

Ivan grabbed the funnies or comic strips

he loved Buz Sawyer and Flash Gordon


I had dibs on the magazine that featured

a celebrity on its cover

and every week I underlined

the million dollar movie titles I wanted to watch

mom would do the weekly puzzle

cut out a recipe or two

and peeped at the fashion sections

for tips and how to’s

Dad loved the broadway quips

boxing, sports and politics


Sunday night we could not miss

the Ed Sullivan Show.

I loved Topo Gigio,

and the first time he presented the Beatles.

The show introduced us to Carmen Miranda, Jerry Lewis

and almost Bob Dylan,

who walked off the set on day in 63′.


Reality was the best it could be

all of us together building memories.