I often don’t think about the writing prompt I want to offer up until I sit down to write. But today’s prompt came to me while I was taking a bath. While I was soaking in our garden tub, my husband and son laid on the bed watching an old black and white movie with Tarzan. I kept hearing Evan ask questions. I loved that he was interested and that he was actually asking questions about it.
As I took in that moment, I was immediately taken back to my childhood. To some of the old movies I watched on TV with my dad and I knew that’s what I wanted write about.
Today’s Writing Prompt: How did you spend your Sunday mornings growing up? What are some of your favorite memories?
Here we go…
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Easy like Sunday morning. I like the song but I like the mantra even better. There’s just something inherent about a Sunday morning that is just so relaxing to me. It might be because we don’t go to church. I’m not a big fan of church-going. It’s just not my thing. And one of the things that makes it unappealing it that it cuts into my Sunday morning.
Growing up, we were random church goers. My mom would get a wild hair to try some new church. Once I was old enough, I would pretend to be sleeping like a log and unable to be roused for church. But during the off times when church wasn’t a regular thing, or wasn’t a regular thing I was trying to avoid, I would watch TV with my dad.
My dad and I have had a rocky relationship over the years but I have to admit that most of my childhood memories of him are very endearing and have an impact on some of the ways I live my life. Sundays mornings are just a little part of that.
It always started off with him drinking coffee, black, in his mug appropriately labeled “Dad.” And he always sat and watched CBS Sunday Morning. It was hosted by Charles Kuralt and I just remember how soothing it was. It played into the easy Sunday morning feeling. Every broadcast ended the same way. A scene from nature with no soundtrack other than that which naturally occurred in the scene. A babbling brook, a quiet snowy mountain. It calmed me in a way I miss.
And then, there was always the unending supply of Blondie movies. These were the black and white films with Dagwood, Blondie, Alexander, and Baby Dumpling. They were silly and predictable and yet my dad always turned them on. And I always sat and watched them with him. I still don’t know why I loved those movies so much. Perhaps it was the simplicity of the movie, the silliness of the humor, and the nice and easy flow on a Sunday morning.
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This is my first time linking up since the new year, and I see you’ve got some changes going on – so next time I’ll be sure to check in and see what the prompt is before I write! (for today I’m just going to be a rule breaker)
I loved those Blondie movies when I was a kid. Actually I have a few of them on dvd, and they are still good. (I might have to dig one out and watch it tomorrow morning)
It is great to have those memories of special, relaxing mornings spent with your dad.
I put my linky in but my post won’t be up for a couple of hours yet. 🙂
Felt good to just write. Thanks for this meme. My girls will get a kick out of this one tomorrow morning : )
I finally broke down and did a SOC post =) I have been reading them forever… I am crumby with rules and just wrote.
I watched CBS Sunday Morning with my Dad, too. It was a very “Dad” program. Still to this day, a nature scene sends me back to lounging in my jams drinking coffee with my Dad. =)
My Sundays are basically the same as now..we get up and go to church then lunch with the family.
The thing that sticks out for me is my mom boiling water, probably for spaghetti. My sister and I would take turns at the stove getting our hair pressed, holding out ears to avoid getting them burned. My mom would have her Newport smoldering in an ashtray and a bottle of Pepsi that she sipped. My dad was either asleep or reading the newspaper, most likely the sports section. My sister and I had to dress, always alike, because people think that’s adorable on twins (it’s really a PIA), then my grandmother would get my sister and I to attend church. During church I would play mental scramble with the words in the bulletin or sleep. I’m pretty sure my sister did the same thing. Then we’d get released (it felt like a chore back then) and hit the candy store with the money we didn’t put in during the alter call.
I have a thing for Sundays. Sundays have to be relaxing, and quiet. They can’t involve anything strenuous that I HAVE to do. With the exception of laundry, any “chores” I do on Sundays are only things I want to do. It’s just a day I always want to be as easy as possible…like that song. 🙂
I remember going to church with my grandma when I was younger and being bored out of my mind. She always had Hall’s cough drops to soothe our rumbling tummies, too. Sunday school was always a battle of popularity, me being the unpopular one, and the rest of the kids being in the cool kids club. It was just an all around stressful day when I was younger. When I got older, Sunday was stressful because of the homework I hadn’t managed to finish. I view church a lot differently now, but as you read, I’m having a hard time finding one in my town. Not that I’m surprised. Nothing’s changed in 30 years. Sunday’s, apparently,always been a sore spot in my life. Never knew it! (’til today! Haha!)
I wrote a little about my dad today, too. Great topic today. Thanks!
I love your prompt this week… almost makes me wish I hadn’t “worked ahead” and done my own. Ah, maybe later this week. 🙂
Sunday mornings are my favorite time of the week… although I used to hate them – just for the reason that I *had* to go to church. Now I love my Sunday mornings as I read blogs and watch CBS Sunday morning or something else relaxing.
I remember the 3 Stooges and Popeye on Sunday morning! I don’t remember the Blondie movies, though.
It’s amazing how seeing something can trigger so many memories and emotions, isn’t it?
I’m so glad I linked up – I think I’ll be doing this a lot more often!
Sunday mornings meant coffee cake, pancakes, or waffles. It was the only morning each week that we all had a leisurely breakfast together. Then, off to church. I don’t do the church thing anymore, but I still observe the Sunday brunch tradition!
Ahh Blondie! Wow, that takes me back. Its so fun to think of that special time you could sneak with just one parent. I remember running from the room when the news would come on now I wish I had just spent a few more minutes with my grandmother.
I would have to say that my most fond Sunday morning memories are wakin up to the sound of my dad cooking pancakes, sausage, and eggs in the morning. It happened nearly EVERY Sunday and it’s something I miss greatly. I am hoping to keep the tradition alive with my family.
Love this prompt! I spent most of my Sundays with my grandparents. Great memories!
I will have to try this one sunday.
I wasn’t prepared for this week, but just discovered your meme. I’d love to circle back another time with the real prompt. I did have a meeting with my BG on Sunday though…lol
i adore cbs sunday morning!!! you described it perfectly.
Ahhh, this is just what I was looking for. Every time I can’t think of anything to write about it always happens to be a Sunday. I don’t know why it happens on that day but it just occurred to me a few weeks ago so I’ve been looking for something to get me going on that day. I do Fill in the blank Friday from another blog and really enjoy that. This wont be easy for me though since I’m one of those people that proof reads as I go, a few times through before I hit publish and then re-checks and re-edits around 5 more times. So this writing in the raw will be hard for me.