We have become avid fans of The CBS Sunday Morning Show — taping it and enjoying it later. 

The Show Takes Me Back

These ninety minutes remind  me of  the magazines to which my parents subscribed: LIFELOOKColliers — and of course, The Saturday Evening Post. 

The photographs and articles and ads showed me what the world was like beyond the boundaries of Stoneleigh —where we lived– fueling all kinds of daydreams. 

Alas, as televisions became fixtures in our living rooms, magazine readership declined.  As news of the Cold War, Camelot, riots, assassinations and Vietnam escalated, these former cultural interpreters of my times seemed out of touch. 

When the Sunday Morning Show began, Charles Kuralt appealed, but recording TV shows wasn’t possible . . . and there were NO repeats. 

Can you believe that?

 Technology is such a gift— and that’s about the extent of what I know about it. (Heaven help us when the power goes out! Oh! for a good picture magazine then! )

 That Show Revives My Focus

Our weekly rendezvous with the CBS Sunday Morning Show carries on the traditions of  popular mid-century magazines I loved browsing— showing wonderful places and interesting people — outside the boundaries of our bubble(s). (I fast-forward through the ads.)

Week after week, most segments underscore how:

We underrate the courage of common civility, for what do we know of another person’s day, of their worries and anxieties, of how deep into their innermost resources they had to reach for that friendly hello, that gracious smile. ~ Robert Brault

And It’s a Work-Out

Now, every Sunday, we also see bits  of trivia that agitate  the little old gray cells — like this one about birthdays.


I had to really think about this one

Doug’s father was born on September 9.  

What’s more,  if  we count backwards from September — we might realize why there are SO many birthdays in September.

Seems like even in the dead of winter, we party on. 

But that fact made me wonder about what was going on nine months before my arrival. 

Counting backwards brought me to August of 1945 — Whoa: a time of horror and hope. 

I don’t know why it took me so long to do the math . . . 

By the time I thought of it, both my parents were gone.

 So, asking them what they were thinking that August in 1945 was not possible. 

As if it were any of my business. 

There is a reason you were born and a bunch of things you’ve got to do today regardless. ~ Robert Brault

 Today is not a dress rehearsal for tomorrow . . . but  so many Sunday Morning segments on CBS show me ways I can practice better attitudes today I really might really need tomorrow.  

Now this math even I can do

 Meanwhile in this corner of an autumns-garden, 

I’ve decided that the stuff falling through the cracks is confetti and I’m having a party! ~Betsy Cañas Garmon 



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