Cartoons: Horseback Humor

I always love the art in the Post.

Hello to the past of the S.E.Post. In the nineteen fifties, we would have dinner at Uncle George and Aunt Louise’s home every Sunday. Back then they did not believe in television, so my choices for entertainment were limited, the Lionel train set or Gilbert Erector set kept in the attic or reading the magazines by Uncle’s chair. The attic being unfinished, got either too hot or too cold to be in some days, so the magazine rack was the final diversion. The Saturday Evening Post was always there then, with it news, cartoons and stories. When I finished with the first two, I would focus on the stories: I was never much of a reader but soon found some interest in the story content. I also would time myself on the short stories and found I could read them in about 15 to 20 minutes. And then there were the serial stories that ran for several issues. I let my mind wonder in the wonderment of those stories and let them take me to places and situations my normal life’s surround was not accustom, just like TV does today. In the sixties, it became Vietnam, college and family. Uncle George and Aunt Louise acquiesced to getting a TV, my visits for Sunday dinner became less friquent, and the Saturday Evening Post seemed to fade for Uncle’s magazine rack. Uncle passed away in the early nineteen seventies, with only wholesome memories to carry forward. I always wondered what became of the Lionel Train set and Erector set in the attic.