Often, after Sunday School, we would stop at the drug store in Powell that would be open, and purchase a copy of the Denver Post. Besides the comics section, there would be a rotragavure section, which had some of the most wonderful photos. (not color!) After lunch (then called Dinner) and the dishes, we would all settle down and read the paper (an approved Sunday activity?), then Mother and Daddy would take a nap, and we could be at our Sunday leisure to read, color in coloring books, play with paper dolls, or whatever we wanted to - no work. One of my earliest memories is of Mother sitting in the hammock with me in the yard at the little brown house where some of us were born, and reading Prince Valient to me. Money was very scarce then, but there must have been an occasional newspaper.