Sundays were usually pretty good days growing up. We would wake up and be in a big rush to get everyone ready and out the door in time to make it to Sacrament or class (depending on which was first). If it was 9:00 church, then there were more tired grumbles as we got woke up at 7:00. There were also more tummy aches, and phantom sicknesses. If it was 11:00 church the grumbling didn't start until halfway through Sacrament meeting and all our tummies grumbled from hunger. Sometimes I would make it through Sacrament meeting being content to draw funny pictures on the program or play tic tac toe with anyone willing. Other times I ended up on the floor seeing if I could army crawl my way from one end of the row to the other without getting dragged into the hall and spanked (Note: I only remember being spanked once and it wasn't in church). I did get chastised quite often for doing this and there were many threats about getting a "spankin". Other times I had the privilege of sitting with a friend and we would giggle and laugh and play, until church was over. My friends dad was the clerk and he stayed late after church to do his calling and so I would stay with my friend and we would have the church building all to ourselves until he was done. We built fortresses in the gym with the movable walls, pretended like we were trolls who were scared of milk (if you've seen "Ernest Scared Stupid" then you know what I mean)and turned people into wooden figures, we played hide and seek, and tag. Then we would go over to her Grandma's house where all of their extended family gathered for dinner and conversation and games.
If I wasn't allowed to stay late with Jenny, then my parents usually drove us out of the church parking lot and into a restaurant for a quick, painless meal. This all ended once we didn't live so far out. Then we became real members who honored the Sabbath Day.
(Now that I have a child of my own I can imagine the headaches and stresses it must have been to feed us all.)
Usually we would just relax and everyone could do their own thing for the rest of the night until bed time. Homework was at the top of the list.
2 comments:
wait, wait, wait...when did we become real members? Nobody told me.
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That was really fun to read! All of your posts brought back so many memories! You remember it all so well! What about telling Laura in her ear... "cardboard box on a hill". I always remember someone who would park at the stop sign and would just sit and look at your house or something. I have A LOT of memories in that house and outside too! We use to go in your old station wagon and play in it. It had a melted sucker in the back of it that was rainbow colored. Random.
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