Sunday, March 10, 2013
Sunday Go To Meeting SOL#10
When I thought of the phrase, Sunday go to meeting, I thought about all the times I went to the Penticostal church with my Grandma. Gramp would drive us to church, drop us off, go get a Sunday paper and park under a shade tree to read the paper and wait for us. He never minded waiting. Some Sundays, well most of them actually, the preaching did not end at noon. It continued til at least 12:30. My stomach would be growling and I was not feeling the Holy Spirit by then. When church finally dismissed, we got in the pickup and drove an hour to my parents house so I could go home for the school week. We always stopped on the way, under a huge shade tree beside the road and had a picnic lunch. It was a fun time. I would get a chance to read the comics from the paper and run around under the shade tree. It was a different time, no McDonalds, paper plates, bottled water, or fast food. We might have a bologna sandwich or if Grandma felt energetic, fried chicken. This takes me back to a nice memory on a rainy Sunday, one in which I'm driving to a meeting. It is not quite the same in many ways.
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Sundays were always days that slowed the pace of life. It's interesting to think of then and now and how different life is today. Be safe in your driving.
ReplyDeleteElsie,
DeleteThank you. It is true, we have experienced many changes. Some have made our lives easier, while others have brought more stress into our lives.
I enjoyed the picture of a different time. It seems so long ago. Enjoy your drive and your memories.
ReplyDeleteLori,
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am glad to be home after all the traveling. It was nice to remember a special Sunday.
What a lovely memory. And now I want some fried chicken!
ReplyDeleteI was able to visualize the whole scene, as if watching an old home movie. I wanted to be there, a child, walking out of church into the bright sunshine, with a growling tummy, just waiting to share grandma's picnic lunch under the old shade tree......What a beautiful memory.....
ReplyDeleteDarlene,
DeleteThank you for your gracious comments. It is a special memory for me.
Pat