Since I’ve been an adult, there have been many times during summer months, that I’ve thought back to the summer Sundays of my growing up years.
Sundays were special; Mom would get up early and fry chicken for lunch, always making sure to have our Sunday clothes carefully put away in a room with the door closed. It wouldn’t do for our clothes to smell of fried chicken when we went to church.
After church, either one or both of my adult sisters would be at our house with their children to have lunch with mom and me. Looking back, I’ve often wondered where everyone sat. It was a tiny kitchen with one of those formica-topped tables and four chairs. I’m sure we brought in extra chairs from around the house to seat everyone.
Since our house had no air-conditioning at the time, those summer Sunday afternoons were spent outside. By the time I was twelve, I had three nieces and three nephews. The adults sat and talked under the shade of an “umbrella” tree, and we children played on the swing set or rode bicycles/tricycles.
Yesterday, my mind went back to those summer Sundays. And I was curious: what years, during my childhood, did July 20 fall on a Sunday? Of course, it didn’t take long to find an answer on the internet. I was quite surprised: it happened in 1958, when I was five years old. I obviously don’t recall too much about that summer.
And here’s the surprising part: the next time July 20 came on a Sunday was in 1969, when I was sixteen.
Now, as a sixteen year old, I certainly wasn’t to be found playing with “children” that summer; I was in the throes of a major crush on a local boy with wavy brown hair, blue eyes and a navy blue Torino GT.
On the radio, we were listening to “In The Year 2525”, “Crystal Blue Persuasion”, “Bad Moon Rising”, and “Quentin’s Theme” (from Dark Shadows).
Oh, and what were we watching on TV? That particular day:
That was a summer Sunday: a mere 45 years ago yesterday.
~These Days Of Mine~