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Sweet Sunday Memories

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Let Us Drift Back In Time

I was a young boy

I had three older brothers

Two that were much older than me

They were in their late twenties

Both were out of the house

One in the Navy and the other in the Marines

My other brother who is just two years older

Thought he was better than me

He didn't want to hang with his younger brother

Boys will be boys

My mother said someday you will realize

How important brothers are

You will be close

I didn't understand why we couldn't be best friends

Then there was nothing I could do

Church on Sunday

Getting up early

Dressed up in dress clothes

With a belt and shoes

I was not a fan

Once again no choice

Just a product o my environment

My dad worked hard

I know he left every morning for work

Monday through Friday

He always was home on weekends

My mom was a stay at home mom

We had a pet gerbil

He found a way to eat the curtain

My mother was so mad

My older brothers had dogs and cats when they were growing up

By that time my mother and father had enough pets

So the four of us lived at home

I think we took a family vacation two times a year

I had candlepin bowling on Saturdays

I was in a league

I had my own bowling balls

The year was 1976

They were a cool red, white and blue

I didn't have a clue what my future would hold

I was too busy just being a kid

I do remember thinking

I thought my mother and father would be around forever

Guiding me

Watching me grow old

Helping me learn what took them a lifetime to understand

Sunday was the big dinner of the week

The roast beef was a real treat

My father would go meat shopping on Saturdays

My mother didn't drive

She would go food shopping with one of her sisters

I wasn't a great fan of school

I hung in there

Thinking one day I won't have to do this anymore

I can come home at night

I never have to do homework again

Work a job like my father

Watch a little t.v. and go to bed

My mother and father had this beautiful love for each other

Each was each other's world

I could feel the family love

Our house was a loving home

We had the typical metal swing set in the yard

A small plastic pool in the yard

A few board games tucked in the shed

Each of us had our own bicycles

I had lots of aunts and uncles that lived close by

They kept us in check

So we didn't do anything really bad

Because if they found out

It wouldn't be long before our parents heard too

We had a dozen neighborhood friends

That we all player together

At one time or another

We had two t.v.'s in our house

A black and white one in our bedroom

A colored t.v. in the parlor

We got to watch on weekends

This way the t.v. would last longer

To save on the color

I had an allowance of two dollars a week

My mother and father opened a bank account in our own names

Where one day we could actually put our money

I didn't have much

Then again I didn't want much either

Our home was simple

One of the smallest houses in the neighborhood

We had a front and back yard

With one big old tree

Our house later was white

Back then I think it was pink and brown

The mailman we saw often

Even though we were too young to get mail

That was for grown-ups

Where they got bills and lots of junk mail

I looked forward to reading the Sunday paper

It was delivered to our house

Where we got to read cartoons in color

The milkman came once a week

Don't forget the trashman who lifted our big heavy barrels

The garbageman took away the really smelly stuff

That was in a metal pail in the ground

The flies would always try to get at

One of my friend's fathers was a fireman

My father drove a truck for a living

So did all my uncles

They worked for all different companies

I thought it was kind of cool and strange

That they all loved doing the same thing

I didn't know anyone who was rich or famous

They could be seen on t.v.

They lived in a place called Hollywood

I guess they needed bigger homes

There was plenty of space for them there

So they all lived up on a hill

Called Beverly Hills

Where they made movies and drove fancy cars

I never really understood why they were different

I just knew it was a different world

Where they all became known as stars

There were so many other jobs people had

Teachers, doctors, policemen, and mailmen

I never knew how people picked what they wanted to do

Then loved it for the rest of their life

I didn't know anyone sick or poor

In my mind, it came years later

You had no choice

It's part of getting old











Comments

DREAM ON (author) on August 27, 2021:

BRENDA ARLEDGE I forgot all about our Sunday drives. We drove to Billerica, Mass to see my father's sisters and to Redding, Mass. to see my father's brother. Visiting family is what life was all about. My brother and I were young and we had other cousins we didn't see all the time. It was so much fun. We were so blessed to come from a good size family that we had uncles and aunts to visit. Those were the days. Memories pop in and out like a lollypop. You can't have just one lick. You need to have more and more. Even after the lollypop is gone. You want more more more. Have a beautiful day. Change is a good thing even though I will fight it with everything I have. I get so used to enjoy what is it is hard for me to see what can be. The funny part is I am a dreamer and I love to dream of the impossible. So you would think I would jump at the chance for something different. I guess I only like it on my own terms. Here is to a wonderful past that we can always share. Then off to a greater future that we will create and pass on those sweet memories too.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on August 22, 2021:

Awe those Sunday dinners...and drives were the best.

Nowadays, Sunday doesn't seem special like when we were younger.

It seems like everything changes.

Sounds like life treated you well in those days...we can only hope to do the best for own families just like they did.

Great write.

DREAM ON (author) on August 22, 2021:

Chrish Canosa Maybe you could write about your day. I tried writing when I was younger and it never sounded right. I would file it away in a book or in a box with other writings never to be seen or heard from again. I can think back but memories are never the same as when they first happened. I think we lose a lot as time passes so does our memory. I can't go back and those memories are gone forever. I can go forward and do the best I can. We slowly change over time and we don't even notice it. Even though we feel we are the same person we grow up and age and our bodies remind us with lovely aches and pains. I am so proud of you for volunteering it takes a special person to do that. Most children and later adults don't want to pay until they have to. I always tried to help people when I could but be careful there are always more people to help. Make sure to save for you. Remember these people will never help you. My father would say a fool and his money soon parts. That means it is hard to earn money and easy to give it away. I am happy to help you in any way I can. Remember your best mentors are your parents they always have your best interest at heart. They give their love every day that has unlimited value. Priceless. You have their genes and their eyes or nose. How great is that? It doesn't mean you can't learn from other people and most of all adapt what works and doesn't work for you. Practice over time. You learn from trial and error. Enjoy all the love of being young. Being older isn't always fun. Picture you are in a race with a thousand people. You all want to be in the lead. So you race back and forth. The people in the front get all the cheers and praise. The people at the end hardly get noticed. Along the way, people are randomly picked out from the other runners. The race is cut short for them. Some people from the end of the race move upfront. Some people from the front of the race move to the back. Some people get injured and go real slow. More people join the race at different points. They are faster and slower. They are younger. Eventually, the race ends for everyone. Enjoy the race. Life is not about the destination. It's the journey that gives us the most joy. I think no matter where we all end up it was a great life. Happy racing. Thank you for being a very nice and kind friend. Make today a good day. Smile from morning to night. Don't blame me when your cheeks hurt.

Chrish Canosa from Manila Philippines on August 21, 2021:

I enjoyed reading it, some lines I chuckled.

I too don't like having money it feels like a head ache, since ii start my job i volunteered to help pay some house bills it's really a good feeling specially to have some extra so whenever I walk around and meet a hungry stranger wether human or animal I can offer something. But having money is really a headache I'm fine when I was young without nothing that was peaceful and simple life, but like what you just said '' it's part of growing old. ''

I love your story my favorite friend and mentor, thanks for sharing it with us Sir Dream On!!!!

Sending I love yous to everyone and super power hugs.......

DREAM ON (author) on August 21, 2021:

Dora Weithers I think we all want some things to be different. We are helpless at different times and things can easily spiral out of control. I am amazed by all the different things we experience. Some memories stay hidden where other thoughts come flying out. I am happy you enjoyed reading about my childhood past. The greatest thoughts are still yet to come. Hum.de, de dum. I have no idea where that has come from. Twelve days and I am catching up on all my comments. I am always surprised at what secrets are minds can hold. I might try a pick axe and pretend I am digging for gold. Thank you and have a sweet day.

DREAM ON (author) on August 21, 2021:

John Hansen I tried to cover a lot of ground and my most vivid memories. It is funny the things we remember and probably even funnier the things we forget. A wonderful mishmash of all we know. There are so many more memories to come. Locked in behind layers of dust and fear. The unknown has many layers. One by one we can strip away. Then again it is fun to live for today. We can't change the past but we can create a love that will last. Thank you for reading and finding the time. !3 days and a little response from me has come. Writing is not just an effort but a fun world to explore. That I simply adore. Have a super afternoon. Do something you haven't done in years. That always brings out a good laugh and even some tears.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on August 08, 2021:

Great ending to such a vivid reminiscing of life with your parents and siblings. Thanks for sharing.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on August 08, 2021:

Amazing writing Dream On. Thank you for sharing all those memories. I enjoyed sharing them.

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