When I think of Sunday afternoon I think of my early childhood years in Alabama. My favorite days were those spent playing in fields of Butter Cups with the sent of Honey Suckle on the breeze. Running through the fields barefoot, for fear of scuffing my Sunday shoes. Climbing, and falling out, of trees into the freshly mown grass. Sitting in the front porch swing and listening to the tapping of a Wood Pecker, and the Church bells in the distance.
Sunday afternoon meant gathering with your family for a supper of fried chicken and eating water melon on the back porch. After supper everyone would gather on the front porch chatting, telling stories, and waving to neighbors passing on the street.
Gospel music would play on the radio; “In the sweat by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore,” with some of the old folks singing along. Sundays were a happy time of leisure when you gathered with, and enjoyed the company, of others.
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A lovely and thoughtful piece that certainly speaks of a beautiful era sadly gone past. You have captured its essence quite well, though.