I remember Sundays as a kid.
Calm. Family coming round. Another day to carry on playing with toys.
Then School, OK at first, became a drudge and I knew that Monday followed Sunday.
Nothing was open. No shops. Basically church was open.
Family still came round. Sunny days with nephews and nieces.
But Sunday wasn't Saturday.
The day drew steadily towards School on Monday.
The evening's TV were the weekend's epitaph.
Songs of Praise or Highway.
There was no going back.
What were your Sundays like readers?
Quiet days at home in the 1960s and 1970s. No family to visit. Nothing was open in NZ either, and TV did not start until the afternoon. Usually a religious movie on. Disneyland at 6pm, just before the evening news, which was always on at 7pm in those days.
ReplyDeleteI didn't watch the news till decades later Paul. Now I don't once more!
DeleteYep, quiet, everywhere shut. Not religious, so church never featured. Bit duller than other days.
ReplyDeleteYes, good word, duller.
DeleteI remember Sundays as up early for church, cos i was in the choir (only because there was a girl i fancied ) as i got older once a month was church parade with the Scouts, Batman or Happy Days was on tv during Sunday dinner, sometimes weird american cartoons Baileys Comets, King Arthur...
ReplyDeleteSongs of praise filled me with dread as I never did my homework and that meant i was 12 or so hours from getting bollocked again!!
Yep, I went to mass too MJ. 11am so not to terrible. I yawned a lot though, much to my Mum's disgust! Sometimes there was Confession too, so that was awkward. King Arthur .. what, and his Knights of the Square Table? Yes! I loved that!
DeleteDid you get together with the choir girl?
DeleteEr not but that girl cast a mould, my wife is a feisty fire cracker
DeleteApart from Sunday mornings, when my dad brought comics, or later Countdown or TV Action, back from the newsagents, when he got the Sunday papers, I hated Sundays.
ReplyDeleteEverything shut, dull religious TV, or dreary 'old folks' music on 'Sing Something Simple' on the radio.
Plus back to school on Monday.
Terrible !
Saturday was the Vacation Day - going shopping with Father, doing chores, watching cartoons or monster movies on TV and building models in the basement! Sunday was a pale shadow of Saturday, as you say... mostly waiting for the death sentence of school on Monday. Some Sundays, i would build models in the basement in the late evening until Father told me to hit the sack - my way of putting off the inevitable I guess! SFZ
ReplyDeleteIn the earlier years I remember going to Sunday school at the Methodist church. Later is was playing, outdoors weather permitting. Football, hide and seek down the ginnel or in the ferns by the disused train line
ReplyDeleteps. Later still it was World of Sport with that wide variety of sports and choosing the horses before the off.
ReplyDeleteSunday as a kid in England will always be etched deep in my memories.
ReplyDeleteMy Dad the Photographer used to invite all his friends around for Morning Coffee on a Sunday Morning.
Most of these friends were from the various Antique shops he frequented, but he also had work acquaintances. It was here I met Peter Purvis from Doctor Who and Drew and Jackie Henley. Drew would later guest in UFO and Jackie would become the main villian in Blake's Seven.
All this socialising was fuelled by my Mother's seemingly endless trays of coffee with trays of Peek Freans Honey snaps and Chocolate Bourbon biscuits.
How she also found time to cook a sumptuous Sunday roast after all the guests had gone is beyond me!
In the evening there was Going for a Song on the TV, to round out the day's Antique based talk!