“Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.”

When I went to get the papers, I was surprised at the warmth. It is already 56° and is sunny though rain is predicted. On my to do list is a trip to the dump. I also need dog food and a few treats for Jack. This week will busy. I hate busy. I have two PT sessions and two uke events, practice and a lesson. How will I ever fit in a nap?

When I was a kid, Sunday was my least favorite day of the week. The whole day was scripted. It started with mass. I had to wear either a dress or a skirt and some sort of a hat. I remember a lace mantilla. I could keep it crumbled in my pocket and throw it on at the last minute. I usually drifted off into space at mass. Sometimes I’d read the book I smuggled in my pocket. I tried to look devout so I wouldn’t get caught.

The rest of the day, unless it was a Sunday visit to my grandparents day, was spent around the house. I’d read the comics or watch TV. I remember watching Lassie Come Home. It made me cry. Dinner was usually around two. It was the special dinner of the week. We always had roast of some sort. My favorite was a roast beef. My mother always made gravy. We had mashed potatoes and a couple of veggies. I don’t remember a specific dessert. I probably grabbed a few cookies and returned to the TV.

We were forced to bed early on Sundays because of school on Monday, one reason Mondays were the second least favorite day of the week.

In Ghana, Sundays were quiet days. They were also special dinner days. Bill and I would ride into town on our motos and go to the chop bars, small shacks serving food on the edges of the lorry park, and buy Ghanaian food. We usually bought fufu and soup. Fufu was made from yams, plantain or cassava. It was pounded in a pestle until it became a gelatinous ball. It was served surrounded by the soup. You ate with your right hand. Grab a bit of fufu then run it through the soup and try to get it into your mouth without drops of soup dripping off your hand. We got good at that. Usually we bought a light soup. The rest of the day was quiet. In the evening, we’d, Bill, Peg and I, play a few word games or endless games of Password, a Christmas gift from my parents one year. We used it so often we pretty much had every card memorized.

Day’s end came early. I’d read a bit in bed then turn out the light. Monday was a school day!

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4 Comments on ““Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Advent is almost upon us, a season I love especially Gaudete Sunday. Last year I remembered exactly nothing. December barely touched my memory banks.
    Yesterday my granddaughter helped me put together our nativity and our Santons Village. At 2 1/2 she seemed very interested and wanted to help more. They flew home to Denver this morning and will not be back until the week before Christmas. I need to save some things to put on the tree.
    I am watching the World Cup which has been very flat so far. The Fox commentators are over stimulated and that distracts.
    Waving from Michigan where Turkey day goes on and on and on and on

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I was so surprised that today is the first day of Advent. I am amazed it has arrived so quickly. Gee, I didn’t know you liked Gaudete Sunday!

      I am so glad this is a better year for you!

      Wow! It is unbelievable that your granddaughter is already 2 1/2. I’m sure she is so excited about Christmas. What a great idea to save her ornaments to put on the tree.

      I am not a soccer fan so I haven’t seen any of the games. My sister and her family watch every game.

      Waving right back from rainy Cape Cod!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the sun is shining brightly after nearly four days of on and off rain and clouds. This morning I went out wearing both a jacket and a sweater. By this afternoon I was wearing just a short sleeve golf shirt since the temperature is 66°. Many of the trees along the way are beginning to turn color and they look spectacular.

    Sunday’s when I was a kid always began with breakfast f cold cereal and then off to the Cotton Bowling Palace where my father bowled in a B’nai B’rith sponsored men’s league. I would spend the dimes which my dad gave me to play the pinball machines. I kept pressing the flippers even after the money ran out. Unfortunately, the big bowling ally is long gone and has been replaced by another strip shopping center, a car dealership, and a Starbucks.

    Afternoon was always quiet while my dad did his paperwork from the previous week. Later in the evening we always went out for supper. Sunday evenings my mother didn’t have to cook. We usually did ate one of three choices, Chinese, Italian, or fried chicken. The fried chicken was not at a fast food joint. It was a nice sit down restaurant called, “Youngblood’s”, I assumed that was a family name and not referring to the age of the chickens. They also are long since gone.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Your rain ended up here. It rained a bit during the early afternoon but it has been raining heavily for the last hour or so. It is still in the 50’s, a bit warm for almost the end of November.

      My father was an usher at church, at an early mass. He’d bring home donuts. It was a treat! When I was older and living on the cape and was at their house visiting, my father would make breakfast most Sundays. Sometimes, though, we’d go out to eat. I love eating out for breakfast even now.

      My mother cooked dinner, and we ate in the afternoon so we didn’t feel hungry enough for supper. We’d have leftovers maybe or even a sandwich.

      So many places from our memories are now gone.

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