Sundays in the 70s ~ most stores were closed.
Sundays in the 70s ~ there was little or nothing to watch on TV.
Sundays in the 70s were all about family.
For my family, Sundays in the 70s started with church.
My mom would get me up early and dress me in fancy clothes with tights and black or white patent leather shoes, depending on the time of year and the fancy well-dressed four of us would head out to church.
After the morning in church of singing and listening, we would drive over to visit both sets of grandparents and have a big meal. Neither grandparent’s house was set up to be very kid friendly, maybe a hand full of toys, so after some snuggles and answering questions about school and the like, the visit couldn’t be over soon enough for me.
If I had only known how valuable and full of great stories and information grandparents were, I would have been engaged more and soaked up every second.
Ahh, hindsight, you are so wise.
But alas, I was a kid and the once cool shiny shoes on my feet were now starting to pinch and I just wanted to get home so I could run around in my bare feet. Once all the visiting was done, it was homeward bound and, aside from being able to kick off my shoes and run around barefoot in the white clover that covered our lawn, I remembered how boring Sunday afternoons could be.
All of my friends were busy with their families, most stores were closed and there was nothing good on tv, so outside I went to do penny drops off of my yellow metal swing set, ride my bike, play with my dogs or try to twirl around while hanging from my mom’s clothes dryer.
Hey, I know it is meant for clothes, not people ~
my mom made that painfully clear ~ but I had to try. Right?
What were your Sundays like as a kid? Have you ever done a penny drop? Did you try to swing from the clothes dryer in the yard?