Good Sunday morning to all. Enjoying a bowl of cereal before we head out for church. What do I miss? Sledding with my friends down Magnolia Avenue with at least 3 dogs chasing the sleds all the way. My Dad's singing and poetry reciting and telling stories. When there was a giant in the story he always used his giant voice. My mom's stuffed cabbage and tomato soup cake. Napping in the sun up against the back window of our old Roadmaster Buick. Mr. Cockrel's Grocery Store where I could say, "Put it on account" when I wanted some penny candy or I could return empty coke bottles in exchange for the big candy bars. Crinolines that made your skirt swirl around you and made neat noise. My neon orange bikini. Riding along Frontage Road on Sunny, my palomino, and letting him take off at a good run now and then. Ron, Jeff, Peter, John, Donald and Karl. Barbara Cartland romance novels. The smell of baby powder or a clean baby (but not the stinky kind). Roosters crowing of a morning through the screen window. Family supper at The Ponderosa Steakhouse. Hamburgers for 15 cents each. I could go on but I have to get ready for church. God has sure blessed those of us who are older with some great memories, hasn't He? That right there is a good Sunday school lesson any day.