Sundays When I Was a Kid

A look into my world

Sunday dinner at Grandma’s was a special time

I figure I have gone to church 4,000 times in my life. Give or take a few. 😊 When I was a kid Sundays were a day of worship and family. My church had both morning and evening services. Most people attended both, only missing when ill or out of town.  

When I was a kid the church service had responsive readings. One of these readings was the Ten Commandments, which included the following:

Six days you shall labor, and do all your work; but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord you God; in it you shall not do any work, you, or your son, or your daughter, your manservant, or your maidservant, or your cattle, or the sojourner who is within your gates; for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the seventh day; therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and hallowed it.

Exodus 20:9-11 RSV

From a practical standpoint, Sunday observance really started on Saturday. My mom would do baking and cooking for Sunday’s dinner on Saturday. The potatoes were peeled and put in water on the stove.

I have heard of people who ate everything cold on Sunday. Any heating or preparing of food was considered work. We didn’t go that far. Mom always served a big, hot, delicious Sunday dinner. She was a great cook, as was her mother before her. Grandma’s dinners were special, too. They were always followed by a scrumptious pie, which she was known for.

On Saturday we kids also got our hair washed. We never went to church with a dirty car. The house was already cleaned on Friday. Sunday was the highlight of our week. We took time to get ready for it.

There were things we didn’t do on Sundays. We didn’t do any recreation on Sunday, no housework or yard work. We didn’t go shopping. There were no stores open on Sundays anyway. If there had been we wouldn’t have shopped. We also did not work at a job, with the exception of essential workers, such as a nurse. We also did not cut the grass or gardened on Sunday.

As a child this meant I never rode my bike or did anything that was considered recreational such as swimming, skiing, or tennis. We did watch TV, which was football at our house. The adults often took naps and read their Sunday school papers. When we were younger my mom put us all in the car and took us out for a Sunday afternoon car ride.

When I was a teenage I baked on Sundays – a yummy chocolate boxed cake. When boxed cakes came out my mom declared she couldn’t make anything better. It turned out that I loved to bake and cook.

Families played quiet board games and cards on Sundays. This was allowed because quiet games didn’t cause one to work up a sweat, which was considered work.

Some kept their good clothes on all day. At the end of the day, they put on their shoes, and were already for the evening service. After evening church we had youth group meetings. And I forgot to mention that after the morning service was Sunday school. So except for a few hours on Sunday afternoon we were in church the rest of the day and into the evening.

In a future post, I’ll write about the implications of Sunday observance and where I stand today.

Meanwhile, what was or is your way of making Sundays special?

Be Ye Glad!

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Lena Rae
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Author: Lena Rae

I love Jesus! He is my eternal hope, fullness of joy, calm in the storm and so much more. I enjoy reading, cooking, blogging and bird watching. I have two wonderful kids and a loving husband. God is good.

17 thoughts on “Sundays When I Was a Kid”

  1. Sunday was the only time I ever recall my busy mother taking a nap. The Sabbath was a day to rest and contemplate one’s relationship with God. Our world has changed so much, even among Christians , but I still don’t mow the grass or do yard work on Sunday. Thank you for sharing this. It brought back many memories and reminded me to honor the Sabbath and keep it holy. Blessings

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    1. Days gone by. A part of growing older is reminiscing. We must remember why we do want we do. Otherwise it becomes empty traditions — liked “a day to rest and contemplate one’s relationship with God.”

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  2. That was such a delight to read. Thank you. Shops were shut, on Sundays, when I was a child too. My parents weren’t religious, but I went to church parades and then Sunday School because of Brownie-Guides. As a teenager I taught the Sunday school there too, cos the church hall was so much warmer that the church and far more interesting. I also went to a Pentecostal church late afternoon during some teenage years. We always had a good hot meal on Sundays too, with “afters”. Now church is still central to Sunday, and I may visit a friend or family member and often have a roast dinner. I also will not do anything I consider work – housework, shopping or other work, but I will do gardening and other hobbies. And if for some strange reason I am unable to rest and do enjoy such a Sabbath, then I do it on Monday instead! 😀

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    1. Thank you for sharing about your Sundays as a child and now! It blesses the Lord’s heart when we strive to set a day aside especially for Him, no matter what day it is. What you said about Mondays made me think that pastors work on Sundays and take Mondays off for rest. 💗

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  3. That all sounds very lovely 🙂 Sundays are very quiet here, especially since we’re at home always this year… But that’s alright 🙂 Take care and God bless!

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  4. There were many similarities between your Sundays growing up and my, Lena, but we were allowed to play on Sunday afternoons and although we often went to the evening service, occasionally we did not.
    My dad in his later years pointed out that in the days of his and my childhood, people worked so very hard, both men and women, that the Sunday respite was so welcome, even a necessity.
    A big memory of mine is that my parents Always took a Sunday afternoon nap! That habit continued all of their lives.

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  5. Ahh these are such sweet memories!! I wish times were still as slow-paced.
    I remember, as a kid, going to my grandmas after church service for a family meal. It was always looked forward to as my mom wasn’t much of a cook! 😅I mean that in the most respectful way!!

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  6. Just had to read this again, only this time to my family! My son had randomly asked earlier this morning about people not working on Sunday so I thought this was a neat way to elaborate. ❤️😊

    May I ask what religious background your family was/is?

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    1. My family background is mostly Dutch. We worshipped in the Reformed Church of America. The denomination has greatly changed from when I was young. Some changes are good. Some are not. My husband and I came back to the Reformed Church a couple years go. (Meanwhile we have been in 3 different denominations.) The change that is good is they have a more balanced view of Sunday Observance but they have brought into cultural changes. Plus the music has changed. (Which is neither good nor bad.) And we no longer us the scriptures for responsive reading. Instead the liturgy is thought up by man. As I was working on these posts I wondered what would happened if as a congregation we read the 10 commandments. Would people freak? Probably! 😊

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      1. Thank you!! That’s really interesting, I’m always interested in different church backgrounds, beliefs, practices…I just find it so fascinating and I believe as long as our core faith is in Jesus (the gospel message) we’ll see many different denominations in Heaven on day!!❤️

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