What I Liked About SUNDAYS
Now, I grew up in the United Methodist Church here in town and, Lord, I reckon' Daddy and Mama have sat in the same pew as long as I can remember (that would be left side as you enter the church, 4th row toward the back, and sat near the window). Do y'all have a favorite spot? Well it made things easier for finding your parents.
For a few months after we got married, we would only come home on Sundays 'cause there was just something about him (Sammy) sleeping in my bed and Daddy and Mama down the hall. You know what I mean? Y'all think back. Weird, ain't it. I could just see Mama coming down the hall swinging that stick, gave me the heebbie geebbies!!! Hey and we dare not shut the door. Didn't wanna give them the wrong impression (you know "up to no good" ha!).
After church we (Mama, Daddy, Keith, Lisa, Sammy and me) would all head to my grandmother's (Mama Pet) house for lunch. My other grandmother, Mama Helen would cook some Sundays for about 20 people (uncles, aunts, and cousins). Both grandmothers would not let you bring a dish they cooked everything themselves. You could always count on Mama Pet having fried chicken and Mama Helen always had a roast. Man, they could really cook and sadly I didn't take after them. After lunch we would go home and change clothes, ride around, and the go get ice cream at the Kream Kastle.
After I got married, when we would come in on Sunday morning for church, we would almost always come in after the choir got seated. Daddy always sat on the end and that meant he had to get up to let us in. He would stand up pull his sleeve up and check his watch and point to the time, snicker, then shake our hands. Now its pay back time... I get there right before church starts and tap him on the opposite shoulder and he looks back at the people behind him like they did it. Its funny..... if Mama doesn't see me coming then she rats me out.
Now after we moved back here the kids were little, and at church time things got a little hectic. I gotta admit there were some Sundays when we weren't even speaking by the time we got to the church. You know always in a rush. Heck, sometimes as I was standing for the first song I would wonder if my dress was zipped all the way up. Having kids will do that to ya. I remember one Saturday I sent Jay with Sammy to Walmart to buy him some dress shoes for church. That kid was all boy and you couldn't keep him in shoes and Walmart was good enough. I didn't check out the shoes till time for Sunday school the next morning. You would assume all was well....NOT. How hard could that be. The shoes were wayyyyy to big and Sammy and Jay acted surprised about that. I was a fuming and I let them take care of the problem.What I didn't know was they had stuffed them with toilet paper. After church, Jay's Sunday school teacher stopped me and was laughing, she had something to tell me. She said Jay's nose got to running in class so he took off his shoe, got the toilet paper out and blew his nose, and stuffed it back in his shoe. He never missed a beat. Oh my goodness!! That was my Jay. I guess he didn't want me to see them flopping. Sammy being the positive one, those shoes should last for a while, duh, you think!!!
If Sunday is the only day you have off, make it count. I was brought up going to church. I'll admit when we lived away from here Sammy and I didn't attend church so we would watch it on TV. I don't know why we didn't get our lazy butts up and go. After we started our family we started back going. My grandmothers did not always attend church, but they would always listen to it on the radio or watch it on TV. You know God is everywhere whether you're in church or at home. But there is just something about walking through those doors and seeing that picture of Jesus hanging in the background. Do what you think is best for your family, this is just me rambling on. I do think it's important and family time, you can't beat it. Just think of the memories you'll have. Life is short.
Dear Lord,
I'm so thankful for the family you stuck me with. I got some great memories and it's fun to look back on. Lord those were some fun family times we all enjoyed. Sundays were the best. Bless my family, friends and blog readers. Amen.
" FAMILY"
For a few months after we got married, we would only come home on Sundays 'cause there was just something about him (Sammy) sleeping in my bed and Daddy and Mama down the hall. You know what I mean? Y'all think back. Weird, ain't it. I could just see Mama coming down the hall swinging that stick, gave me the heebbie geebbies!!! Hey and we dare not shut the door. Didn't wanna give them the wrong impression (you know "up to no good" ha!).
After church we (Mama, Daddy, Keith, Lisa, Sammy and me) would all head to my grandmother's (Mama Pet) house for lunch. My other grandmother, Mama Helen would cook some Sundays for about 20 people (uncles, aunts, and cousins). Both grandmothers would not let you bring a dish they cooked everything themselves. You could always count on Mama Pet having fried chicken and Mama Helen always had a roast. Man, they could really cook and sadly I didn't take after them. After lunch we would go home and change clothes, ride around, and the go get ice cream at the Kream Kastle.
After I got married, when we would come in on Sunday morning for church, we would almost always come in after the choir got seated. Daddy always sat on the end and that meant he had to get up to let us in. He would stand up pull his sleeve up and check his watch and point to the time, snicker, then shake our hands. Now its pay back time... I get there right before church starts and tap him on the opposite shoulder and he looks back at the people behind him like they did it. Its funny..... if Mama doesn't see me coming then she rats me out.
Now after we moved back here the kids were little, and at church time things got a little hectic. I gotta admit there were some Sundays when we weren't even speaking by the time we got to the church. You know always in a rush. Heck, sometimes as I was standing for the first song I would wonder if my dress was zipped all the way up. Having kids will do that to ya. I remember one Saturday I sent Jay with Sammy to Walmart to buy him some dress shoes for church. That kid was all boy and you couldn't keep him in shoes and Walmart was good enough. I didn't check out the shoes till time for Sunday school the next morning. You would assume all was well....NOT. How hard could that be. The shoes were wayyyyy to big and Sammy and Jay acted surprised about that. I was a fuming and I let them take care of the problem.What I didn't know was they had stuffed them with toilet paper. After church, Jay's Sunday school teacher stopped me and was laughing, she had something to tell me. She said Jay's nose got to running in class so he took off his shoe, got the toilet paper out and blew his nose, and stuffed it back in his shoe. He never missed a beat. Oh my goodness!! That was my Jay. I guess he didn't want me to see them flopping. Sammy being the positive one, those shoes should last for a while, duh, you think!!!
If Sunday is the only day you have off, make it count. I was brought up going to church. I'll admit when we lived away from here Sammy and I didn't attend church so we would watch it on TV. I don't know why we didn't get our lazy butts up and go. After we started our family we started back going. My grandmothers did not always attend church, but they would always listen to it on the radio or watch it on TV. You know God is everywhere whether you're in church or at home. But there is just something about walking through those doors and seeing that picture of Jesus hanging in the background. Do what you think is best for your family, this is just me rambling on. I do think it's important and family time, you can't beat it. Just think of the memories you'll have. Life is short.
Dear Lord,
I'm so thankful for the family you stuck me with. I got some great memories and it's fun to look back on. Lord those were some fun family times we all enjoyed. Sundays were the best. Bless my family, friends and blog readers. Amen.
" FAMILY"
There's a special kind of closeness that only family knows.
Thats begins with childhood trust and deepens as we grow.
There's special kind of happiness in sharing little things
The laughter, smiles and quite talks daily living brings.
There's a special kind of comfort in knowing your family
To back you up, to cheer you up, to understand and care
Of all the treasures life may bring your family means the most.
And whether near or far apart, that love will hold you close.
by Glenda Campbell
by Glenda Campbell
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