When I was a youngster, Sundays were very different than the other six days of the week. After church and Sunday School, the big meal was at 12:30, rather than supper time. We ate off the “good dishes” on Sunday. After dinner, we would all jump in the car for a leisurely afternoon drive. My father would just drive aimlessly through the country, admiring the scenery. Most often we would end up at my great-grandmother’s house where many of the extended family members gathered.

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