Remembering Sundays when I was a kid......I would wake up to my Grandmother cooking, then we would go to Church. Sometimes I would get up early and go to early Mass by myself and pick a bouquet of flowers along the way for my Grandmother. When I would go with my family, I remember singing my heart out (off key) and being filled with joy. Then we would come home to the wonderful aroma of a delicious Sunday dinner. Roast Pork, fried cabbage, and brown potatoes my favorite. We would then relax, read the paper, funnies first. Then we would go outside to play and it always seemed so different on Sundays. There was an unmistakable feeling of peace, it was special. We would always wait for the gypsies, they had a truck and they sold popcorn and candy apples. For some reason it was fun. We would watch the Wonderful World of Disney, and hope to hear the bell of Dairy Dan. Sundays were so great, maybe it is time for me to recreate this for my family......not sure where the gypsies are though. :)
Posted on: Sun, 18 May 2014 10:44:50 +0000
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