When I was growing up, there was a pattern to meals at home over the course of a week. My mother was a traditional stay-at-home mom, having retired from her elementary teaching career when she learned I was on the way (what I've read in recent years makes me realize that the school system may not have given her a choice about leaving or staying), and she took full responsibility for planning and preparing what went on the table. By and large, dinners on weekday evenings were basic meat/potato/vegetable/canned-fruit-or-jello fare, with very little ethnic content. Of course, a number of recipes were in regular rotation. Despite its extreme sodium content, I do miss chipped beef and white gravy (with sliced hard-boiled eggs mixed in) over toast; on the other hand, I never need to have liver and onions again.
It was a little different on the weekends. Saturday mornings were in some ways the high point of the week, since that's when Mom would whip up pancakes or French toast in the electric skillet (with waffles on occasion--we had an iron in the early days if I'm recalling correctly). During my father's days as a minister, we'd have a big meal on Sunday for lunch--fried chicken, or a roast that Mom slid in the oven before we left for church. (In later years, when we were attending my grandparents' church in Erlanger, Sunday lunch became brunch at the Drawbridge Inn, or buffet at the Oriental Wok, or steak tips at York Steak House, or...) Maybe because we were usually stuffed from lunch, maybe because Mom decided she deserved a night off--I never really thought about asking why--as far back as I can remember, Sunday dinner was spartan--invariably for me a bowl of cold cereal and milk, often fixed on one's own schedule. I didn't mind in the least, perhaps in part due to my mother not being super-strict about the sugar content of what we could keep on hand. The lack of Sunday evening meal structure may have facilitated my AT40 obsession in the spring of 1976. Since Casey started on WSAI at 6pm, I didn't have to turn him off in favor of quality family time around the table.
I'm guessing that by that Memorial Day weekend I had wrapped up sixth grade. That meant a sizable transition was looming. Come fall I would no longer have to ride the school bus five times a week to and from the elementary school i Verona six miles away--instead I'd disembark with the "big kids" in Walton, at the combined junior high/high school.
I've noted before that one thing I can recall from many of the first shows I heard was the name and position of that week's highest debuting tune; the 5/29 show was not an exception. Coming on board at #34 was a new group out of Georgia with a song I'm certain that WSAI was already playing (Casey says on the intro there are seventeen acts with their first Top 40 hit this week, more than they've had in a while). Starbuck reached #3 by summer's end with "Moonlight Feels Right," and while one more minor Top 40 came just about one year later, the well soon dried up. Not even a name change in the early 80s, to Korona, could improve their fortunes.
On that holiday weekend forty-six years ago, I was just one week away from beginning what became a six-and-one-third years chart-keeping odyssey. I can't recall now when exactly the plan formed, but maybe I hatched it over a bowl of Alpha Bits (or was it Cocoa Pebbles?) while a groovy xylophone solo came over the airwaves.
