After church, we drove the few blocks from the church to my grandparents home, where she always had a wonderful, home cooked Sunday dinner prepared for us. Although there were a few of her recipes I didn't care for, especially her cabbage rolls, I do remember her desserts. Every one of them was amazing, particularly her raisin filled cookies.
There was visiting, conversation, card games, ball games on the tv, and clothing fittings. (My grandmother had been a professional tailor in earlier days, and she often made clothing for me.)
It all sounds so happy and good, doesn't it? Unfortunately, in those years I felt I was being tortured. I wanted to be home or somewhere else, wherever my friends were. Doing whatever they were doing.
To often make matters worse, on the drive home, my dad would say to my mom, "it's such a nice day, let's go for a drive." Aarrrgh! Just shoot me in the head, and put me out of my misery.
|This road was endless.|
In those moments, I hated my captors. When we did finally arrive home, it was nearly dinner time, and I was sure I had missed out on all the amazing and fun times all my other friends had had that day. I wondered if they had missed me.
Fast forward now about forty years. Unbelievably, today the husband/lover/chauffeur and I did one of those "it's-such-a-nice-day-let's-go-for-a-ride" things. And it was quite relaxing and enjoyable, I must say. We saw several deer grazing out in the fields. We laughed at a twitterpated male turkey on another hillside that was trying to impress a girl by flaring out all his tail feathers. Numerous hawks in the trees along our route caught our attention. We wondered at many of the businesses that had closed since the last time we traveled this route.
Our scenic adventure lasted almost three whole hours and included a leisurely stop at a Sheetz for a bathroom break and a cup of coffee.
While waiting there at the Sheetz, I sat and watched with great fascination four young teenagers doing (I guess) what some teens do nowadays on a beautiful sunny day. There was a lot of checking of cell phones. There were plenty of loud girly giggles and lots of gossiping among the three girls. The one guy in this small group spent most of his time spitting on the sidewalk and playing with a straw.
Perhaps had they been
Today, after seeing them, I'm thinking I really wasn't missing much on those awful Sundays.
My how things can change with a few years.