Sunday, March 4, 2012
I don't do work on Sunday. I don't have time to write on Sunday either. So it's Saturday night and I'm scheduling this to post tomorrow/today.
Sunday is set aside for no work, and even when I was teaching, I made sure lessons were planned and all was set for Monday before going to bed on Saturday.
Sunday is church and family. All morning. All day. All evening.
I may run to the grocery store if we need some chips and dip and dessert, but mostly it is not a day for shopping either.
Remember when stores were closed on Sundays? Remember when people didn't need to shop on Sunday? Didn't need to work on Sunday unless you worked at a hospital, a police station or a radio station, or were a minister?
Speaking of things closed...Does anyone out there remember gas rationing and gas stations closed on Sundays?
My husband and I were finishing college and had been married for a year when I got a job teaching in northern Maine. He finished grad school and then got a job in south/central Maine. They were good jobs. We were young. We could see each other on weekends.
So we lived apart for the better part of a year and met halfway between our two places on Friday nights at a motel where they were giving us a good deal on a room.
"Smith, two nights."
"Yeah, right. Smith."
And we'd get a nice room at half rate for two nights.
We'd arrived in different cars coming from different directions and headed back on Sunday morning going our separate ways again.
Unfortunately that was the year there was a gas shortage. There were long lines at gas stations and many closed their pumps for good. Stations closed early on Saturday and didn't open again until Monday morning.
On Saturday afternoon, as late as possible, we'd fill up our gas tanks for the Sunday morning rides back to our corners of the state. We each drove about 3 hours, so we had to make sure the tanks were filled. We had to find a gas station that still had gas and was open. And it had to be as close to closing as possible, other wise you couldn't drive anywhere during the day on Saturday and still be certain that you would have enough gas to get back home.
It was an interesting time. We both quit our first real jobs around March and decided to live together in Wisconsin. After all, we were married. It seemed the right thing to do.
Posted by Donna Smith at 6:00 AM