I use the this old Joy of Cooking cookbook for the recipe. This was my mom's, she used it the whole time I was growing up. You can see the pancake page is well used.
(some sort of math I or my sister did as kids in the margin).
Making pancakes is something I associate with my dad. We used to make them together on Sunday mornings. I remember measuring everything out and how we would double everything but the sugar. I would argue that the sugar should be doubled too, to stay authentic, but he didn't buy it. I now put in half the sugar called for as well. It is a good memory. Going to the gym every Saturday morning for several hours to lift weights and play basketball from age 8-16 (I rebelled at 16) is less of a good memory. That was a chore. He was disappointed I wasn't going to be a basketball star, I was happy to have my weekend mornings back. My sister was a basketball star and ended up being a basketball coach, so at least one of us made him happy.
We made pancakes when he visited for Easter.
Kinsey got a scratch after breakfast. He was happy.
(that's his happy face).