I'm nineteen and read The Toronto Star every day. Some of my best childhood memories involve sitting at the breakfast table while my mum read the paper. That's the kind of thing that you just don't get when you read the news online.

To me this is a picture of why we work, and why we buy a home, so we can relax in the evening and see what was going on in the world while why we worked.

A similar picture today would beDdad at the end of the day, sitting in his recliner in the living room, his computer on a small table next to his chair, where, having checked out all the news, Dad checks out the latest on Shorpy or takes a walk through the online cemetery at Find-a-Grave to relax and be ready for a good night's sleep.

For me, this classic image would be more complete with the addition of a dog curled up on the floor next to the ottoman.

It's true that before long all we'll have left of newspapers will be pixels on a screen instead of a hard copy, but it's our own fault. If we don't buy the hard copy it really doesn't make sense to keep producing it and that's the bottom line. To preserve newspapers all we need to do is buy them.

I don't want to read a book on a Kindle or scan the news online. I want to smell the newsprint, feel the paper, hear the rustle as I turn the pages.

This relaxing, end-of-the-day scene could not be replicated with Pops staring at a computer monitor, especially if he's been on the computer at work all day.

Save our books and newspapers!

The Quintessential Dad. I love this picture, although it makes me yearn for those simpler times.

(A little bit, anyway. If I were magically transported back to that year I'd be hankering for my cell phone and my laptop within a half hour.)

I'm a third generation Marinite, and was just 13 years old in 1965. I may have delivered the I.J. to your house. One of the evening papers was the "News Call Bulletin."

So much of Marin has changed in the time since this image was taken. It was not at all like it is today. The late seventies and eighties changed all that.

A really nice photo of a slice of life at that time. Reminds me of a lot of dads back then.

Thanks.

Mr. Kalbacken is a tad incorrect when he says that reading the dailies will die with our parents' generation.

I am nearly sixty, my daughter is nearly 30. We read the papers rather than sit and listen to talking heads trying to sensationalise. And then there's the extra content that our daily paper contains, which will never be replaced by a TV news half-hour.

The only way that the daily ritual will ever cease is if the newspapers themselves disappear.

[Everything in your daily newspaper is probably also on your newspaper's Web site. Before too long that's all that will be left. - Dave]

Genius loci.

Okay,two more... "thank you!"

Of course it's fairly redundant to say that tterrace's images are enormously evocative. I remember taking pictures like these -- they had so little value to me for so many years and now I would not part with them if you offered me a house. A small house, anyway.

March 1965. The only difference being my dad would be reading the Palo Alto Times. On Sunday however it was the San Francisco Examiner.

this photo evokes. We had two papers delivered daily to our Washington, D.C., home -- morning and evening -- in the 1940's and 50's. My dad read both of them using a similar chair/ottoman/lamp. I have no memory whatsoever of my mother reading a newspaper.

Tterrace, you need to publish all your wonderful images in a book. I'd buy it in a heartbeat. This one is just lovely.

I'm enamored of the charming little details in your house, like the niche above the fireplace. Is that a wrought iron railing around a stairway landing on the left? Like Tina Fey says, "I want to go to there."

...it won't die with that generation!

I'm only in my fifties, and I fondly remember Saturday mornings of my childhood in the early sixties, spent reading the weekend edition of the Toronto paper, The Star. It was called, oddly enough, "The Star Weekly." You used to get the weekend comic section, a couple of colour magazines, and, a tabloid section with a new novel (or part of a serialized one) by name authors...to say nothing of the Saturday newspaper itself.

I read the latest James Bond novels there, as well as new Perry Mason novels ... cool stuff to get free with your paper! I still love reading the local paper...or what's left of it. There will always be those of us who prefer reading our news in depth, rather than accepting sound and video "Bites" by talking heads on TV. Hopefully, there will continue to be enough of us to provide a market for newspapers.

tterrace, that is indeed an evocative image!

A comfortable chair and ottoman, slippers, newspapers, books nearby, and a good reading light. It doesn't get any better than that.

Really transports you to that time frame - back when reading papers was a ingrained ritual. Pretty much history now, with the Rocky Mountain News and who nows what else disappearing. My 80 year old parents and in-laws read the papers, and re-read the papers to the point where the folds have just about worn through. It was trained into them that this was the was to get information, and it will die with their generation.

You did a beautiful job of shooting this, tterrace. Nice capture of a daily moment.