Above photo...grandma and grandpa's kitchen table. As you can see, not a lot of room. Grandma in blue, and her friend...drinking instant coffee from pink Melmac cups, with coordinating saucers...
By the time I sat down for breakfast, there wasn't much room left on the table for my little bowl of cereal and/or piece of toast. You had to claim your space early, if you wanted a little elbow room. The Sioux City Journal was spread out early, and took up more than her fair share of the table, forcing others to eke out what they could, without accidentally covering and/or spilling on things like the Lean Hog Prices and/or Lean Hog Futures.
Seems like wherever I eked out a spot, Lean Hog Futures were before me. And that's not what I wanted to think about, as grandma was cooking 🥓 on the stove, for those choosing bacon and eggs for breakfast. I mean, how could they, with what was spread before us??
The Sioux City Journal was a morning paper...something I wasn't used to. Where I came from, the Omaha World Herald was tossed on our porches in the afternoon hours. Lean Hog Prices and/or Futures...I wondered, wasn't that old news by the time we read it? Didn't those eating breakfast with the Sioux City Journal, have one up on us?
Anyway, the things that run through one's mind in the early morning hours. I often have to ask myself where'd that one come from.. Have a good one.
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