Sunday was a real âbreakâ in the weekly routine. Malls were just coming in; few places had them. Stores werenât open. People went out for drives after church or over to the relatives, or came home and read books (Gasp) or played games like Monopoly or sat around somebody who played piano or guitar, or in good weather went outside and played badminton, rode bikes, worked in the garden. .
Well, we didnât work in the garden, as we would have considered that not honoring the day of rest. It is completely correct, however, that you note the qualitative difference between Sunday and the other days of the week. We rested, we recreated. There was very little work done, and, as you note, very little shopping because so few stores were open! Department stores were closed, and I donât even remember if supermarkets were open on Sunday. You basically had to get your errands done by Saturday afternoon for practical reasons, and your chores done by Saturday evening because it was considered bad form to do significant work on a Sunday (mow the lawn, clean the house, that type of thing). It wasnât just Catholics, btw; Protestant neighbors did the same. I was not very old but I remembered all of this â how different the character of Sunday was. It was like a mini-vacation once a week.
Youâre so right: visiting relatives, & having them visit, was huge. We often took drives (youâre right again). Occasionally we drove not to a particular destination, but just because our parents wanted to show us some scenery, or even stop in and visit a site that might have been open on a Sunday, or just visit a landmark â enjoy some architecture, walk around it. I cherish that time in my life. Twice a month we drove into the City and âdidâ the City for a whole day, although that had to be a Saturday, because again, stores & attractions just werenât open on Sunday, and often not restaurants, either.
So not only were our lives paced, with frenzy kept out of the weekend and enjoyment put into it, I also agree with post #5. No practicing Catholic, including my very young friends at the time, did not know the basics of their faith. It was twice a week Catechism for any child not attending Catholic school. And there was nothing wishy-washy, new Age-ish, or confusing about what we were taught,