Ah yes....Saturday mornings in front of the tv with cartoons while my Mom braided my hair. TIGHT french braids. After I was a bit older and demanded that my hair be cut, Saturday AM was reserved for skip diving in the business district. Hey, I got Alices Restaurant that way!

Saturday afternoon was the matinee, we walked.

On the way home a stop at the old fashioned feed store was mandantory. Wooden, oiled floor, and wooden cabinets with drawers for the garden vegetable seeds, huge bins of corn and wheat. The main attraction at the feed store (other than the smell) was the African Green parrot, Polly. OF COURSE Polly talked and we were allowed to feed her a cracker too.

The last time I was home, the feed store AND the parrot were still there. (How long do parrots live anyway?) The theater has long since gone.