Sunday Mornings

For a long time Uncle Joe and Aunt Doris used to come and visit on Sunday Mornings after church. Breakfast was comprised of saltines and provolone cheese, among various other things. Uncle Joe use to carve the cheese into shapes of things to prompt me to eat it. Some of them actually looked like what he said they were, but mostly the cheese was a vehicle for his inimitable humor, "This one's a sock," he would say and I would oblige as his straight man and reply "What?" Then he would say, "It's a sock in the nose if you don't eat it!" He would give me quarters to hold against the cold frost on the window and pull it away to see the imprint of the coin. Those were really good visits.