“It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.”

I’m wondering where the sun is hiding. The day is damp and cloudy. It’s a quiet day, no breeze rustles the leaves and no voices are loud enough to be heard. I have to go out and do a couple of errands later and tonight is game night. That’s like a full day for me.

When I was a kid, the expectations for Sunday were pretty much nonexistent. It was a nothing day much the same week after week. It started with church. The only unknown was which mass I’d attend. Would I go early with my dad, the usher, or later by myself or with my brother? Sunday dinner was the biggest meal of the week. It was always a roast, sometimes a roast beef and other times a whole chicken. It was the one meal all week where we all sat down to eat together though my mother sometimes stood by the counter to eat. On weekdays my dad was late getting home from work so he was never there for dinner. We were usually watching TV when he got home.

Once in a while, on a Sunday afternoon, we visited my grandparents in the city. I was amazed by the city. Houses were close together. The Italian bakeries sold pizza. A house down the street sold Italian ice through an open window. On the corner of my grandparents’ street was a private club. My uncle was a member. I remember going there once for a family party.

If we didn’t go out to visit, we’d sit around watching TV until my dad took over and turned to a football game. That sent us to the kitchen to play a board game or down the cellar to play. If I had a book, I’d go read it in my room away from the noise. My mother cooked in the kitchen. She peeled potatoes and opened cans of vegetables. We usually ate around two. Most times there was no special dessert. We’d grab cookies.

Sunday night we’d watch a bit of TV then it was early to bed because of school the next day. We always grumbled. That never got us anywhere except upstairs to bed at our regular time.

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12 Comments on ““It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    My old dog is sleeping, and so are my Detroit Lions. I am thinking that if I take a nap on this dreary rainy wind swept day, I might wake up at the same time as the Lions

    Im6 has alerted me to a gigantic Lennie mural on the side of an apartment building in Montreal. Talk about reducing property values. I haven’t been to Montreal but now….

    • flyboybob Says:

      Montreal is a very nice city. Unfortunately, I have only been there once in the summer. I usually get have to go in the winter. Great food, of course it’s the second largest French speaking city in the world. In the summer there are lots of festivals and a lively downtown area. I think Lennie along with Oscar Peterson were natives.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      My old dog is now sleeping. The errands wore her out. My Pats are awake now though they slept through the first quarter.

      I saw the mural. It is wonderful!! I think you might just plan a road trip and play Lennie songs the whole way coming and going.

  2. flyboybob Says:

    When I was a teenager in NYC my aunt always took Sunday dinner off from cooking. We would either go out to eat, usually Chinese food, or bring in delicatessen food. An entire sliced rye bread with packages of thinly sliced corned beef, pastrami and salami. The side dishes included cole slaw and potato salad. Of course there were both sour pickles or half sour pickles.

    If we visited my grandmother’s house in Brooklyn, we always came home early to eat dinner. My grandmother would cook us a big lunch of very eastern European Jewish cuisine.

    Today is a down day for football around here because the Cowboys have the week off. Unfortunately, the saga of Zeke Elliot’s six game suspension for abusing his ex-girlfriend and the silly controversy of players kneeling during the national anthem continues. I think that 45 encourages these silly controversies not only to energize his base but to cover up the ongoing investigation of the Russian interference in the 2016 election.

    Today is beautiful with clear skies and only 72 degrees at one in the afternoon.

    • katry Says:

      I am salivating at the deli spread you’ve described. I love corned beef and pastrami and I don’t have them often. Salami I eat a bit more often. Cole slaw is a perfect accompaniment. I am not a sour pickle fan.

      I haven’t eaten much Jewish food only because I really don’t know many dishes. I do love challah bread, kugel, latkes and brisket.

      I agree that 45 does it to divert attention from what is going on in the Russian investigation.

      The Pats are winning 24-17 with 1:14 to go.

      72˚ is a perfect temperature.

      • flyboybob Says:

        You named the major Eastern European Jews foods plus chicken soup, aka Jewish Penicillin. 🙂 Eastern European Jews ate much the same food as their non Jewish neighbors except they modified them to fit the Jewish dietary laws. At Passover they would put matzah balls in the soup instead of noodles. Jews who came from the Middle East eat more typical Middle Eastern type food such as falafel and shish kabobs.

      • katry Says:

        I don’t think I have ever had matzah balls. I didn’t name chicken soup as I don’t think of it as Jewish but more universal.

        I guess I can say I also like Middle Eastern food as well.

  3. Birgit Says:

    Thanks for the sun, it’s here 🙂 We’ll keep it for a few days and send it back afterwards. This afternoon our first suburban neighborhood street party took place with music, food, a bookshelf, games and more and it was a success because of the warm sun. It’s important to keep our towns and suburbs alive and caring in times like these.
    Have fun tonight!

    • katry Says:

      Send it back please!!

      We have 8 houses on the street, and my neighbor and I have discussed a street party. Maybe next year! I don’t know the woman who b ought the house next to my friends. She has been there at least 6 months,and I haven’t even seen her.

      Thanks on tonight. I bought a pumpkin liquor to help the evening along.

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