Mother's Chores for Sunday
Remembrances of my childhood...
Life is certainly easier today than it was; say just 50 - 60 years ago. To help with the many chores around the house, mothers and home makers would organize the essential tasks according to the days of the week, thereby always staying abreast of the dreaded phrase, ‘what’s next’.
Mom said everyone needs to go to church on Sunday, and we did. Our church was Euclid Avenue Baptist Church in Bristol Virginia, about three miles from home. Mom said that’s were we went when we lived in Rice Terrace before moving and she didn’t see any sense in changing churches just because we moved across town. So we would get up on Sunday morning, eat our usual breakfast of plain muffins with butter and jelly and a half grapefruit each with a big glass of milk then we were off to Sunday school and church.
I might have the tendency to act up...
I liked Sunday school because of the great stories about Jesus and when I was seven, I ask Jesus to come and live in my heart, and He’s still there. I had friends that I could only see on Sundays because they went to different schools or lived on the Virginia side of town. The boys looked funny with their hair all slicked down and the little girls smelled pretty like their moms. But after Sunday school I had to set with mom. Jim and Jack and Peggy got to set with their friends and even in the balcony but mom said I might have the tendency to act up so I just sat with her and drew pictures of the stained glass windows.
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just like mom’s, or almost
After church sometimes we would go up Euclid Avenue to Mrs Whites’. She had a boarding house and cooked the best meals, a lot of people went to her house on Sundays, but she got sick and never got over it mom said. So mom said she would cook and boy, she did. I still remember those meals. Sometimes meatloaf or maybe beef or pork roast with turnips… but no matter the main course, we kids all wanted cornbread. Dad use to get tickled because I put so much butter on my cornbread that when I held it in my left hand the butter would run down my arm and drip off my elbow. Nobody could beat mom’s cornbread and would you believe that when we eat like that now, my wife has me make the cornbread, just like mom’s, or almost.
That was the only times I got to sit in the front seat
After we got our fill there wasn’t always room for dessert, but I remember we all seemed to manage somehow and especially if it was banana pudding. Then it was nap time. Even though my brothers and sister had usually had something to do, I was too full from Sunday dinner. Mom said you wasn’t supposed to do anything on Sundays anyway; that God said it was to be a day of rest and going to church and she worked hard all week and needed the rest. So the good thing about Sunday’s chores was – there were none! Besides we were going back to church Sunday evening. My brothers and sister sometimes went to their friends' church with them on Sunday nights but I always went with mom. That was the only times I got to sit in the front seat.
© 2010 SamSonS
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