Today, Fadra asked us to recall a Sunday morning memory. Since I spilled mine in most of the blogs I commented on, I’ll talk about Sunday evening.
Both as a child and an adult this is my favorite time of the week. Dinner has been put away, the kids are preparing for school, The Mister is yelling at the TV because his fantasy football teams are ucking fup, and I’m either knitting, blogging, or just in that content phase that my family is home, safe, and around me.
As a kid, Sundays meant we would go to my grandmother’s (she lived a block away) and bum dinner there,, or Queenie would do her best Julia Child and try a new recipe that my sister an I refused to eat. We would get out hair repressed, sometimes Queenie catching ear tips (I wonder if that was in retalitation to us not eating her dinner?) and then we would lay across her bed and watch the Disney movie. My father would be in some sports coma. These were the days before cable, so he’d have the TV playing while he listened to WIP Sports Radio on his little transistor radio.
Even back then, I loved the idea and feeling that my family was close, safe, and secure.
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
Even now, living close to my family, we try to get together even if it’s just to play cards or have dance competitions on Wii. I love that my children have special time with their grandmother the same way I had it with mine. I like the idea of a dedicated once a month dinner. That’s a great tradition.
Don’t forget Mommy’s butterscotch pudding!
Unfortunately, we have that problem now. With everyone online, on their phones, etc, it’s hard to get everyone to sit still together. I’ve been resisting a day of no electronics (my withdrawal would be UGLY), but that’s something to consider.
Oh my goodness, I loved watching Disney Movies on Sundays too. It was the only time that my family would be together in the same room for any amount of time.
Aww! I remember these times. Everything would stop when Tinkerbelle would fly out of that castle. Sigh!
Now I’m really wondering if we’ve lost something on Sundays. Once I move closer to family, I want to host a big Sunday dinner at least once a month. Time to start new traditions!