tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post4873727192635069653..comments2024-03-27T00:43:28.975-05:00Comments on Mom's Scribbles: Sunday MemoriesVickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-55599367239988820572018-02-12T12:58:23.313-06:002018-02-12T12:58:23.313-06:00There is a happy medium in all things isn't th...There is a happy medium in all things isn't there? My wife is much like your mother. I love her with all my heart, I love my Maker, my church and the people in it - but I love having fun too.Glen Filthiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03256741311142364722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-58568513685866115622018-02-11T20:58:11.645-06:002018-02-11T20:58:11.645-06:00SJ...I have a few more 'memory lane' posts...SJ...I have a few more 'memory lane' posts in mind. Sometimes I fear my mind will deteriorate as my body has and I won't remember, so it seems like a good idea to write them down now while I still can. :)<br /><br />I had forgotten about dominos. That was another game we played. And I never did learn chess, but was a whiz at checkers!<br /><br />Memory Lane. It is a good place to visit.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-79315163539065429052018-02-11T12:18:24.758-06:002018-02-11T12:18:24.758-06:00Keep strolling down memory lane. I really like rea...Keep strolling down memory lane. I really like reading your stories. Your writing also triggers my own memories which is comforting as well. I,too, grew up when the stores were closed on Sundays. We were a church going family. Although, truthfully, I remember lying quietly in bed many a Sunday morning hoping my parents would sleep in. It rarely happened.<br />After church, we'd usually go out to breakfast. My Dad most always worked Saturdays as well as a M-F job. So family time on Sunday was very important.<br />Funny you should mention games you played. My Dad would play any time as long as it was dominoes. Ha! I have fond memories of playing on the coffee table in our living room. Just the two of us. No TV in that room.<br />Cheers, SJAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-78561062114118815632018-02-11T09:43:44.828-06:002018-02-11T09:43:44.828-06:00Rob...I can remember when many retail stores were ...Rob...I can remember when many retail stores were closed Sundays. I think the gas stations stayed open then. But Saturday was the day everyone did their shopping. Now everything is open all the time. I find that kind of sad.<br /><br />My oldest son works a rotating shift, so he works some Sundays. But then, like your Dad, he sometimes uses his accumulated days off in between his scheduled days off, which gives him at least a weeks vacation. It is hard to avoid Sunday work these days, but like Duane and your Dad, there are compensations.<br />Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-13912527456363305462018-02-11T09:31:13.243-06:002018-02-11T09:31:13.243-06:00Son...I will see if I can shake the cobwebs from s...Son...I will see if I can shake the cobwebs from some more memories for you. I am glad my children like to hear about the past. Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-39341211409980945152018-02-11T09:28:24.627-06:002018-02-11T09:28:24.627-06:00Thanks, BW. I rather enjoy rummaging about in my ...Thanks, BW. I rather enjoy rummaging about in my past for things to share.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-44296440275595359172018-02-11T09:26:18.917-06:002018-02-11T09:26:18.917-06:00Linda...I'm glad my children grew up before el...Linda...I'm glad my children grew up before electronic gadgets. I think they have an appreciation of nature and the world around them more than do those who live with their eyes locked onto a screen.<br /><br />I had forgotten all about Rook. That was one of the games my family played as well. I always found it amusing that so many of the card games we were allowed to play as children could also be played with regular playing cards, which were forbidden. I never worked up the courage to point this out to Mother, however. :)<br /><br />Dad did have a balanced view of Sunday. Mother was happy because we always attended church services and we did not work on Sunday, other than washing the dishes after meals. Dad was happy because we did things together as a family, whether it was sledding in winter or picnics in summer. I believe we children benefited from both. Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-91416983325911599212018-02-11T08:41:05.701-06:002018-02-11T08:41:05.701-06:00Times have changed. also a difference between whit...Times have changed. also a difference between white collar M-F, and blue collar working weekends. My dad had rotating days off. Worked 6 days get two off, worked 6 days got two off. The best part is when he would have 2 3 day weekend back to back. He would take 5 vacation days in the middle and have 11 days off for trips.Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16800149852939042454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-65854410278128430742018-02-11T05:53:39.180-06:002018-02-11T05:53:39.180-06:00I would love to hear more stories about Grandma an...I would love to hear more stories about Grandma and Grandpa and when you were growing up. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10849600533788245671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-5835676167337794402018-02-10T23:33:30.312-06:002018-02-10T23:33:30.312-06:00Love this!Love this!BWBandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15435259893321037788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-64711678555679193942018-02-10T18:19:45.402-06:002018-02-10T18:19:45.402-06:00Today, a parent would have to physically remove el...Today, a parent would have to physically remove electronics from the hands of children! I like for my children to look out the windows and observe things. We could play cards and Rook was our family's game when relatives came over and the adults played. Daddy and his brothers may have played other card games, but not at our house and not in front of my mother and the children. It sounds like your father had a very balanced view of Sunday.Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-14994648253319487412018-02-10T11:19:44.682-06:002018-02-10T11:19:44.682-06:00You are welcome, Jenn. Seems like the older I get...You are welcome, Jenn. Seems like the older I get the more I enjoy skipping along Memory Lane. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-73288177718097606472018-02-09T14:19:01.162-06:002018-02-09T14:19:01.162-06:00Thanks for sharing that Vicki, nice memories to ha...Thanks for sharing that Vicki, nice memories to have, especially of those fun times. Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12021355195598601028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-69855978999003921622018-02-09T13:05:45.361-06:002018-02-09T13:05:45.361-06:00Gorges...I am not well versed enough in the differ...Gorges...I am not well versed enough in the differences between Saturday Sabbath and Sunday Sabbath. I guess I just go with the way I was brought up, but not quite so rigid in my beliefs as Mother was. I tend to lean toward Dad's more fun loving side.<br /><br />I didn't know about the origins of Bambi. I only know the Disney version and the fond memories I have of watching it in a movie theater with my Dad. It would be interesting to find out about the origins of the story. Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-60610985353502220102018-02-09T12:59:48.365-06:002018-02-09T12:59:48.365-06:00I am so glad you liked the story, Son. Sometimes ...I am so glad you liked the story, Son. Sometimes I think I should write more about the long ago times so we don't forget those we loved. I wish now that my parents had been more forthcoming about their parents. They rarely talked about them and I have so few memories of my own.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-52614468177861871872018-02-09T12:56:53.983-06:002018-02-09T12:56:53.983-06:00I'm glad you enjoyed this post, Kristina. I s...I'm glad you enjoyed this post, Kristina. I seem to be strolling down Memory Lane quite often lately. Probably because of the turmoil of events today and the relative peacefulness of days gone by. As a kid, I loved those outdoor games. They were even more fun when my cousins would visit and we had more to play with than just my small family. I particularly liked the part where I could whack someone else's croquet ball out into the weeds. :) Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-17767001337326491432018-02-09T12:35:45.002-06:002018-02-09T12:35:45.002-06:00Stephen...I most heartily agree with your view on ...Stephen...I most heartily agree with your view on the simple memories being the happiest. In today's world where everyone is so very busy and everything seems to be moving way too fast, the memories of a more simple time are like an oasis in the middle of the desert.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-76668876657447485282018-02-09T10:35:02.400-06:002018-02-09T10:35:02.400-06:00I make a slight effort to keep the Lord's Sabb...I make a slight effort to keep the Lord's Sabbath (Saturday), instead of Emperor Constantine and Pope Sylvester's Sabbath (Sunday), I'd do better if my wife felt likewise, but it isn't like God is going to send us to hell for it. Your Sundays sound somewhat like mine growing up, except you may have had a little more fun.<br /><br />Most folks don't know this, but Bambi was written as a political commentary, like Animal farm, and it's author's life was endangered by it's writing. Unfortunately, Disney got hold of the story and turned it into a child's story. Since then, all references to its origins have been dropped and you can't even buy a copy of the original book; everything is Disney only.Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-23337724379365172232018-02-09T07:00:42.272-06:002018-02-09T07:00:42.272-06:00This is a wonderful story, Mom. Exactly how I rem...This is a wonderful story, Mom. Exactly how I rememver grandma and grandpa.<br />DavidDavidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04569999115515790145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-35890817613809820622018-02-09T05:57:03.283-06:002018-02-09T05:57:03.283-06:00I used to play croquet and badminton with our kids...I used to play croquet and badminton with our kids. Just about 10-11 years ago we used to go out and play badminton as a family. Out here we've tried it, and the wind makes it too difficult most days. We love that game. You've inspired me to write a "Sunday Memories" post now. I just may have to. I very much enjoyed reading this.Pioneer Woman at Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16533698959389851926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-55181883066766969272018-02-09T05:17:18.594-06:002018-02-09T05:17:18.594-06:00I like the memories of Sundays. Me, Sunday aftern...I like the memories of Sundays. Me, Sunday afternoons ideally used to be ironing my shirts for the week while listening to "The Forum" on the BBC World Service, and then making spaghetti for dinner. It's always the simplest memories that are happiest.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14086934814887206453noreply@blogger.com