Sundays Were Days of Rest

Now every day is, and I’m bored

Photo by Raul Macarie on Unsplash

When I was growing up, Sunday mornings were spent at church. There was not only the service but “Coffee Hour” afterward, where people visited and caught up on each others’ news.

Mom had usually put something in the oven for Sunday dinner, so we’d eat our big meal around 1:00 or so and clean up afterward.



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