Sunday, A Day of Rest

As a child, Sunday was known as a day of rest. When we were very little, we lived in the city. I remember Sunday as a special day of the week. The first thing we would do was to go to church. After church we had breakfast. There were always hard rolls from the bakery and some kind of pastry. Mom prepared a special dinner for early afternoon. It was usually some sort of roast with potatoes and a vegetable. We always had dessert on Sunday. The thing to do for a "city" family was to go for a ride in the "country" after dinner on Sunday afternoon. If we didn't go for a ride, my brother and I played while Mom and Dad read the Sunday papers. It was a "quiet" day. We were told that it was a "Day of Rest" and Dad didn't work and we didn't either. All that happened in the 50's. Times changed and the world pace became more hurried. We still went to church, but we began to do more and more on Sundays. One thing which remained consistent was that Mom and Dad always took time to read the Sunday papers. The rides in the country ended. We now lived in the "country" so to speak. There were fields with blackberries, honeysuckle, daisies and other wild flowers right at the end of the street. I have fond memories of these days and although I still go to church, I miss the "specialness" of Sundays.