My Sunday Memories…


k8904292Sunday Morning…

When I was young… 6-7 years old… Sunday mornings were special

No, we didn’t go to church u14708151

I wished we did… but, sometimes I would go with a friend u17052324

I dreamed of my Mom and Dad sitting with me in a pew k6502583… singing hymns k2763891… reading from the Bible u11545518… and listening to the preacher tell stories (sermons) about the life of Jesus


My Mom and Dad were brought up in church… but, since my Dad had to work on many Sundays… they just never got acclimated to Sunday Go Meetings

I didn’t think they were bad because of this… My parents were the best!… but, it was a child’s want

I grew up in a loving home… with the Goodness of the Lord given to me… but, not in a church going way…

I was taught right from wrong


Honoring your Parents/Adults…

No cussing

Love your neighbor

Be kind

Use the talents you were given… work hard

Don’t steal or lie

Help others when you can…

Don’t talk disrespectful

Sounds very similar to what God laid down as The Ten Commandmentsk11018347

King James Version

And God spake all these words, saying,

I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.


Thou shalt have no other gods before me.


Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.


Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.


Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.


Honour thy father and thy mother.


Thou shalt not kill.


Thou shalt not commit adultery.


Thou shalt not steal.


Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.


Thou shalt not covet

So… my Sunday’s were a little different… but, I loved them so…

I woke up feeling safe k9362508

I woke up to the Sunday Morning funnies in the Big Edition of our newspaper…

as I ran up to the paper box on our county road k9395891in my pajamas…

I read all I wanted before anyone else got up…




It was quiet and peaceful

Mom got up next…(sometimes me waking her up)…

She made sure the house was warm in the winter

by adding coal 41WOlNlOABL__AA160_to the furnace… She did it better than Dad… due to being a stay-at-home Mom…

and then she began breakfastk5367647

The smells… I can imagine them now… wafted through the air… k5089659

eggs… bacon/sausage… homemade biscuits k5557914 or toast… gravy… sometimes fried apples or hominy…

Coffee for the adults… sometimes for me… fixed with lots of milk and sugar


Milk… Chocolate sometimes if a can of Hershey’s Syrup was in fridge…

It was a day of rest

No deep cleaning…

Friends/family coming over…

Mom cooking again… a big dinner of fried chicken or a roast…

Always enough for anyone who came by…fam_dn_c

Sunday night TV… sitting next to Mom or Dad on the couch k11291091… and then to bed… ready for school the next morning…


4 thoughts on “My Sunday Memories…

  1. Sounds lovely! I did grow up going to church. My dad was a minister, and we never missed! I had a lot of the same things you describe, except with a Sunday service sandwiched in there. I think ritual is so important for kids…knowing the routine and looking forward to all the favorite things of the day/week. Wonderful memories! ~ Sheila

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