Sunday Nostalgia Thread

[Bobbisox1]

What did you do on Sundays before marriage and babies came along.
I’ve always had bacon an egg for breakfast on Sundays with fried bread ( yummy) then I was scrubbed clean and dressed in my Sunday dress and best shoes and off to Sunday School, do they still exist?
Dinner was alway around 1-30 while the wireless was on with people like Ted Ray in Rays a Laugh,,
Tea time was home made scones and tinned peaches with Carnation milk ( bleugh)
Then my brother was glued to the wireless listening to Dick Barton Special Agent
Bathed in a tin bath in front of a roaring fire the the dreaded Dickie comb, I woluld lie with my Mam cuddled up to her and listen to Sing Something Simple, after that the black and white tv was switched on to watch Sunday night at the London Palladium, I always wanted to stand behind the big glittering letters, happy days indeed

[Togo]

Strangely enough Bobbs it was difficult, in some ways, for me to put down. I would have been my closest sisters birthday next week and I still miss her. I always get a case of the blues around this time since she passed away and the memories of our childhood are almost overwhelming. We were born 1 year and 3 days apart and she was the common sense to my "innovative" thoughts for 15 years during our young days. She was also very witty and pretty.

[Bobbisox1]

I’m so sorry Togo, you must really miss her xx

[Togo]

Don't be sorry Bobbs. I aren't. I will send my love on the day and play a tune or two before going for a pint with my son.

[Bobbisox1]

What tune will you remember her by Togo , don’t answer if you don’t want to x

[Togo]

She loved Roy Orbison, Chris Montez, Buddy Hollie, and Del Shannon when we were teens. Drove me nuts with it, as I had moved on a spell to more progressive stuff. I never choose a tune Bobbs, it just happens. If "Lets Dance" is played anytime next Thursday it is purely accidental. Or Brown Eyed Handsome Man.

[Bobbisox1]

All those songs I love Togo x

[Arksided]

Keep an eye out Togo were a bit of a naughty boy.

[Hazlinny]

Bobbi/ Don't really remember Sundays being much different to other days of the week other than it was a day to visit aunts and uncles and go for long walks or go fishing with my Dad. Don't really like Sundays
now for no particular reason!

[Togo]

//Togo were a bit of a naughty boy.//

Oy ... That's naturally curious and "innovative" if you don't mind. :))

[lankeela]

Our bath was in the kitchen under a lift up wooden worktop, no running hot water, it was heated by a gas boiler and bucketed into the bath, toilet outside the back door. Sundays was bath night, weekdays was sitting on the draining board for a wash in the sink. So many similar memories to others, Sunday roast (usually chicken, occasionally beef) with tinned fruit and evap for pudding. Tea was tinned salmon sandwiches. Two Way Family Favourites on the radio - once had a request for our family from my cousin's husband's brother in Germany. Sing Something Simple - not sure when Songs of Praise started but I used to drive my mum batty singing hymns at the top of my voice. Marching band coming down the street and all the kids following. Not religious in our family so no church for us apart from a very brief spell in the Brownies when I went for a couple of weeks and won a white wooden cross in a drawing competition - put it on my dressing table and scared myself silly as it was painted with glow in the dark paint! Some weeks dad would take me to Petticoat Lane market. When we got a car we would go to Epping Forest for a walk and tea at the tea hut, or a drive out to Virginia Water on the Thames.

[Arksided]

Of course Togo, I know you were really a good boy like me. Just a different era. :-)

[Blubster]

Sunday afternoons are remembered fondly - after being kicked out early doors to Sunday School to be indoctrinated with religion, potted meat sandwich to eat at break time and being given some god-awful orange drink, so weak, you'd be hard-pressed to know it was orange if it wasn't for the fact that it was orange coloured. On reflection, it was probably because oranges were few and far between - we kids used to get one for Christmas.
After the Sunday School ordeal, back home to listen to two-way family favourites, while mum got the dinner ready, and then an afternoon of listening to the radio - The Clitheroe Kid, then later, the Navy Lark, and finally graduating to Beyond Our Ken, then Round the Horn (my favourite) when I was just getting to the age of understanding some of the innuendo. I Still listen to Round the Horn at nighttime on my MP3 player.