Sundays

I remember when Sundays were “special days”. You didn’t work. Most stores were not open, families went to church, then had a family dinner, whether at home or off to grandma’s house.
It was a day of rest. Sure there were always the chores, house keeping, mowing the lawn, and fixing the car or making repairs on the house, but it still revolved around being home with the family.
These days it seems everything moves to quickly. It tends to be difficult to live without things at our fingertips.
We forget the spices for a late dinner we are cooking, that’s ok, stores are open 24 hours now!
Can’t remember Mom’s phone number? That’s ok, it is in your phone! (just don’t lose your phone or you are in deep trouble).
That phone is our new life line now. Check your email, watch TV, movies, talk to friends or family without actually having to commit to a real conversation. We really should be in touch better……..something is wrong.
There are so many more people, who lack the ability to socially interact. Young people that have a hard time relating to their “relatives” much less a neighbor or heaven forbid, a teacher.
Would love to bring back some of the simplicities of Sundays past. I know it is not possible but….. A girl can dream, can’t she?  What do you miss?

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My girls and I enjoying some of that down time

Wonderfulworld2013 Posted from WordPress for Android

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2 thoughts on “Sundays

  1. We need to get you a better picture of me…i look like poo! LOL
    I agree, one of the great things I remember from my childhood was even though I hated Sundays becuase it meant we had to go back to school the next day I loved it because we usually had a big family dinner!

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