On Sunday morning’s when I was a little girl two things almost always happened. My dad would get up and go down the street to the local little corner store and purchase Kaiser rolls. On his return home the frying pan would heat on the stove and a pound of bacon would hit the hot pan. Dad would take a fork and pull apart the bacon so it evenly cooked. He then removed the bacon and would start cooking the eggs in the bacon fat. I don’t ever really eat my eggs this way but I will tell you they were delicious. I loved watching him scoop the fat over the eggs till they were perfectly done. The yolk was just right not to runny not too hard. My dad’s name was Harold Cline. Loving husband to Jane cline and world’s greatest Dad to seven children. The second thing that happened on Sunday mornings after breakfast Dad would start to get ready for church which included shaving with a brush, cream and a real razor. I used to watch him and at the end he would put a dab of the shaving cream on my nose. Then he would put on a suit and tie, we would all then be getting ready to go to the Methodist church in the little town of Union Beach where I grew up. My Dad’s birthday was in March and I was thinking of him this morning. I decided since it was a day off I would treat my son Tim to bacon and eggs the way his Granddad used to make and tell him a few old stories of days gone by.
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