Sunday was always a ‘special’ day in our house. Sunday lunch with all the trimmings was an absolute institution. After the big wash-up, Father would turn to Mother and ask: What’s your preference? This meant, where did she want to go for the family afternoon drive and long walk.
As I was walking around the block with Stan this morning, I found myself thinking of how Sundays have changed in our family and, I think, more generally.
There was a stage way back in my very early youth when Mass-going was part of the agenda but that went when I, the youngest, ‘lost religion,’ and it has never again been a part of our Sundays.
For us anyway, the Sunday lunch has been totally obliterated in spite of my efforts to keep it going. The bits that I still adhere to are keeping Sunday shopping and stuff like washing clothes to an absolute minimum.
Summer Sundays, for hubby and son continue to involve going to see Inter-County Hurling matches. (By the way, Waterford had a great victory over Dublin today to reach the All-Ireland Semi-Final.)
But, overall it’s like Sundays, as we knew them, are no longer. Maybe, every day has changed but somehow it seems that Sunday’s changes stand out more than all the rest.
How are YOU fixed about Sundays? Is there continuity or change? Is it for the better or worse?