Sunday Morning Memories

While laying in bed this morning, I heard the kids playing out in the living room. They were having a good time playing something. Maddy was out there too in the middle of everything. I could hear the laughter and giggles, the occasional argument and more laughter.

It made me think about the Sunday mornings when I was kid growing up in Southern New Jersey. My brothers and I would build "forts" out of blankets. We would use books or whatever else we could find to hold the blankets up and create a little city within the small house we lived in and had quite the time with it.

By 9am, we needed to clean up and get ready for church. These were the days that all of us would go to church (except Dad). I think my brothers and sister sang in the youth choir and Mom also sang in the choir. As a matter of fact, Mom still sings in the choir, not at the same church, but the church she went to while she was growing up.

I remember climbing in the Ford Galaxie and heading down Kings Highway to the church. There also seemed to be so much activity at the church. I haven't been there in years, but someday I might stop in.







Now I'm wrangling my own kids, getting them to clean up on Sunday morning after a bit of a romp around the house. Our church meeting doesn't start until 1pm. Kind of late in the day, but it seems to work out very nicely. We all go and the kids behave fairly well for kids.