Monday was always the day I considered the beginning of the week.
Because of the emphasis on school, I'm sure, Sunday was relegated to the "prep" day. Once the visits to my grandparents who all lived in the Big City tapered off, Sunday was just the day to get through.
Church, of course. 6:30 Crack of Dawn Mass if there were any parental plans for the day. 12:15 if a late start had happened. There were a lot of us to prepare, much less cram into the car. These were the days before panty hose and dresses most assuredly were required. Dolling up six girls of various ages was time consuming. This was not always a total drag. Once a week reason to feel fancy. Hats on female heads. Pay attention to the sermon because on Monday Fr. Joyce would show up and grill the class on its content.
Breakfast was different on Sunday, too. Bacon was fried. Toast was toasted. Juice was poured. Children sat at the table. Week days breakfast was a grab of whatever was on the table while dashing thru with clean clothes for the day. Juice and cereal usually. Saturdays? Cereal in front of the TV in the den maybe. Seemed OK to me.
But Sunday? That ended the week. After Church chores were done and homework was completed. Relatives might visit but everything tapered off so the kids could go to bed at a reasonable hour because of school the next day. When I raised my own children we didn't attend any organized religious services; but I thought of Sunday as the end of the week.
I still do. And I think maybe that's another way the world is divided. Cat people/dog people?
Because of the emphasis on school, I'm sure, Sunday was relegated to the "prep" day. Once the visits to my grandparents who all lived in the Big City tapered off, Sunday was just the day to get through.
Church, of course. 6:30 Crack of Dawn Mass if there were any parental plans for the day. 12:15 if a late start had happened. There were a lot of us to prepare, much less cram into the car. These were the days before panty hose and dresses most assuredly were required. Dolling up six girls of various ages was time consuming. This was not always a total drag. Once a week reason to feel fancy. Hats on female heads. Pay attention to the sermon because on Monday Fr. Joyce would show up and grill the class on its content.
Breakfast was different on Sunday, too. Bacon was fried. Toast was toasted. Juice was poured. Children sat at the table. Week days breakfast was a grab of whatever was on the table while dashing thru with clean clothes for the day. Juice and cereal usually. Saturdays? Cereal in front of the TV in the den maybe. Seemed OK to me.
But Sunday? That ended the week. After Church chores were done and homework was completed. Relatives might visit but everything tapered off so the kids could go to bed at a reasonable hour because of school the next day. When I raised my own children we didn't attend any organized religious services; but I thought of Sunday as the end of the week.
I still do. And I think maybe that's another way the world is divided. Cat people/dog people?
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