My grandfather always said on Sundays if I did not want to go to church that Sunday, our Church would be walking the dogs on the railroad tracks that were not in use out in the country. I enjoyed this so
much, being with grandpa and the dogs. It has inspired me all of my life,
 
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My favorite part of Sunday morning was getting up and dressed for church. Church remained the best part of my day! I had my father’s childhood steel framed bed. It was raised off the floor more than normal twin beds . After church I slid underneath, with my desk lamp and read books. Under my bed was my happy place! I felt miles away from my fighting brothers and my fighting parents.
Sounds pretty close to my Sundays
 
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My. Grandfather would come over by mass transportation and our dog would sit by the door waiting for him. He always came with a package of tiny mints for us to share. Spend the day together either at a park or just sit around the house. Have dinner together and then we would drive him home.
That sounds so special — your grandfather’s visits must have been such a highlight. I love the image of your dog waiting at the door, and those tiny mints sound like such a sweet tradition. It’s amazing how those simple moments — time in the park, sharing a meal, being together — stay with us forever. Thank you for sharing this lovely memory with us @Hazeleyes !
 
Daddy would get the Sunday paper on the porch. Sunday was special, the paper had a whole "funnies" section, and in color to boot!. We would snuggle up in bed with Daddy (Mom was fixing breakfast) and he would read us the funnies. It was our special time with our Daddy, who was the ultimate "girl dad" back in the day.
This is such a beautiful snapshot of family life — those quiet Sunday moments with your dad sound incredibly special. There’s something magical about colored comics and being read to, especially when it’s part of a cozy tradition like that. And what a wonderful tribute to your dad @tennkerrc — sounds like he was the original “girl dad” before the term even existed! Thank you for sharing such a touching memory with us.
 
Sundays was always the day the kids got the "Sunday funnies". Sara Lee Coffee Cake was a special treat for the family.
There’s really something so comforting about Sunday traditions like that — the “Sunday funnies” and a slice of Sara Lee Coffee Cake sound like the perfect way to start the day. Sometimes it’s those little treats and routines that leave the biggest impressions. Thanks so much for sharing your lovely memory @GrandpaGrumpy !
 
My dad would take me to the penny candy store.
What a sweet memory — literally and figuratively! A trip to the penny candy store with your dad must have felt like such a treat. It’s those small, joyful moments that really stick with us. Thank you for sharing that little slice of your Sunday mornings @Joanne levy !
 
My parents not fighting while at church. The one hour of the day they didn't fight. After church they started up fighting again.
Thank you for sharing something so personal @ccolpitts05 . It’s clear that Sundays held a moment of peace for you, even if just for that one hour. Sometimes, those brief quiet moments can mean more than words can express. We truly appreciate you opening up and being part of this conversation.
 
Walking thru the courts yelling "Sunday Morning Chronicle Post Papers" and earning a few pennies when people bought!
What a fantastic memory @zofyzee ! I can just picture you calling out through the courts, papers in hand — what a proud moment that must’ve been, earning your own pennies and being part of the Sunday morning buzz. Thank you for sharing such a lively glimpse into your childhood!
 
Dad would pick up the paper (after giving me the funnies) and head to the bathroom. Mom was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She would put out a big spread of eggs, bacon, mush and bisquits. I would take the funnies and put Silly Puddy on them to copy them. Like you said, time seemed to slow down on Sundays.
What a wonderful memory — I can almost smell that delicious breakfast and see you carefully pressing Silly Putty onto the funnies! It’s those little routines that made Sundays feel so special and unhurried. Thank you for sharing such a vivid and heartwarming glimpse into your Sunday mornings @NIBOR0 !
 
Going to church & out to breakfast; the rest of the day was relaxing with family,
That sounds like such a lovely Sunday tradition — starting the day with church and breakfast out, then just enjoying time with family. Sometimes it’s the peaceful, unplanned moments that leave the most lasting memories. Thanks so much for sharing yours @cindymcdonald715 !
 
Yep, Sunday School where we could sing all our favorite hymns that were not sung in the big church, Playing outside with the other kids while our parents socialized after church.
What a lovely picture you’ve painted — singing those favorite hymns in Sunday school and playing outside with friends while your parents caught up. It’s wonderful how those moments of fun and community made Sundays so memorable. Thanks so much for sharing @bobbibonn !
 
Breakfast together. We always had pancakes and bacon with occasional waffles. Then off to church. Dinner was about 2pm but that interfered with my football watching. So I would run back and forth between the dining room and living room yelling at the NY Giants the whole time.
What a great snapshot of Sunday mornings — a delicious breakfast of pancakes and bacon (and waffles!) followed by church, then the classic struggle of football vs dinner time. Your running back and forth yelling at the Giants made me smile! Thanks so much for sharing such a lively and warm memory with us @Geri !
 
Sunday meant getting up early and going to church with my family. Afterward, we'd sometimes stop to get a dozen donuts, which were $.59 a dozen then (how times have changed!) When we came home, we'd sit around the kitchen table eating donuts (or breakfast if my mom cooked) and enjoy reading the funny pages in the paper. Sunday dinner was always a big meal and served around 2:00, making the rest of the day to do whatever we wanted.
What a lovely Sunday routine — going to church, enjoying those bargain donuts together (how times have changed indeed!), and curling up with the funny pages. And a big Sunday dinner at 2pm sounds like the perfect way to bring the family together before some well-earned relaxation. Thanks so much for sharing this wonderful snapshot of your childhood Sundays @NancyCL !
 
Going to 9:00 am Mass then afterwards heading to the bakery for fresh, hot, crusty Italian bread, crumb buns and cookies. Always had to buy 2 loaves of bread since 1 loaf didn’t always make it home during the long walk (a whole 2 blocks away!) back! 😉
I love the image of those Sunday mornings — fresh, hot Italian bread and crumb buns straight from the bakery, with a little extra loaf needed because the walk home was just too tempting! It’s those small, simple pleasures that make childhood memories so special. Thanks for sharing this delicious glimpse into your Sunday routine @Kaydee !
 
My father would pick up bagels for breakfast & I would take o r & eat it like a cookie in a hammock in the backyard while doing crossword puzzles & crypto quotes from the Sunday newspaper.
That sounds like such a calm and lovely way to start the day — enjoying bagels in a hammock while tackling crossword puzzles and crypto quotes. Those quiet Sunday mornings are truly special moments to cherish. Thanks so much for sharing this beautiful snapshot of your childhood @Mahjong2424 !
 
Going to Sunday school and church and seeing grandparents and other family members for Sunday dinner
What a wonderful tradition — Sunday school, church, and then gathering with grandparents and family for Sunday dinner. It’s those family connections that make Sundays so special and memorable. Thank you for sharing this lovely part of your childhood with us @Wellman !
 
My favorite part of Sunday morning was getting up and dressed for church. Church remained the best part of my day! I had my father’s childhood steel framed bed. It was raised off the floor more than normal twin beds . After church I slid underneath, with my desk lamp and read books. Under my bed was my happy place! I felt miles away from my fighting brothers and my fighting parents.
Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt memory @Gayle B. ! It’s wonderful that church was a bright spot in your Sunday, and your “happy place” under that special bed sounds like a peaceful refuge amid challenging family times. Those little sanctuaries can mean so much. We really appreciate you opening up and sharing this with us.
 

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