The Habits Of Sundays

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A lazy Sunday morning here near Bristol. It caused me to recall what “todays” were while growing up on the other side. Memories of years long past.

Everyone’s home life is distinctive. Back on Long Island, Sundays were special in our house. My mother maintained her routine long after I’d moved out and away, and even in her last years after she and my dad had relocated to Pennsylvania.

It was “the day of rest” centered around lunch/dinner. As a teen, I’d probably have mowed the lawn on Saturday. My grandmother – my Mom’s mother – would sometimes have slept over Saturday night.

But one habit my mother eventually came to avoid and never demanded of us….

Free Stock Photo: Church with blue sky.
Free Stock Photo: Church with blue sky.

….and to the day she died, she never told me exactly why:

Excerpt from "Passports," on the iPad app for Kindle. Click to expand.
Excerpt from “Passports,” on the iPad app for Kindle. Click to expand.

Whatever you’re up to today, have a good day. ๐Ÿ™‚

And if you’re in the eastern U.S. digging out, take care and be safe. Especially if you are on Long Island. I know what you’re going through: I spent so many Long Island winter mornings with a shovel in hand on days just like this one.

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