Welcome luneib,
We use to go for drives on Sunday. Funny thing about it, my dad drove for a living. 6 days a week dad was driving his milk truck. Mom.....she sat at home and did her "house wife" duties excellently! (Is that a word?!) Well came Sunday, mom wanted to go out and dad wanted to sit home and rest. I would say 75% of the time we took a Sunday drive. And, right luneib, no maps, no traffic jams, etc. It always seemed to me that my dad did not NEED a map. My dad knew where he was ALL of the time. He must have had a built in GPS system!!!! We would take roads just to see where they would go....Dad always knew how to get back to the main roads. I marvelrd at my Pop's ability to NEVER get lost!
Oh my gosh!! I think the Sunday rides after church and the reading of the Sunday paper is the most favorite memory I brought with me from my parents home. I still love to go on them though times make it alot harder now. Now we have raging gas prices and too many cars on the road. But, I will still get that same yearing on Sunday.
posted by libfun
about 1 year ago
Hi, luneib! I, too, was reared in the family Sunday drive tradition and always looked forward to it. My Dad usually drove. Now that my Mom is in her 80's, I continue the tradition by doing a Mom-Daughter Sunday drive each week. If Dad were alive, I know he would be right there with us! We just meander and feel like we have not a single care in the world. Time slows down on Sundays, just for us and just because. We smile, sightsee, chit-chat, daydream, and eventually come full circle back home to our Sunday Family dinner...just as in days gone by. Sunday meals are steeped in homemade traditions and love for me; just as Sunday drives and family ties. I never heard anyone else mention this one before you brought it up. Glad to learn we have a little Sunday drive "club!" Welcome to our Good Old Days, where everything is still brand spanking new!
Oh, yes, and the Sunday paper tradition was also huge in our home. We also had visiting relatives and on Sunday nights after everyone else had gone home, we have family television night, watching the Bumsteads and other cool shows. We all sat on our oversized sofa and had a wonderful time until it was time to go to sleep, which was pretty early for children back then. Still, we had time to talk about the television characters and story lines and a whole lot more.
Yeh, I miss those Sunday rides, we lost my Dad several years ago, but my mom is still around, in her early 90s. We don't do the rides anymore, sigh, but the memories still linger in my mind just like it was yesterday.
posted by luneib
about 1 year ago
My grandpa would take us out on Sundays. We would head out and find ourselves outside of civilization for a little while. We never picked at one another when we were on Sunday drives. I don't remember one argument or getting hit/kicked or anything. The ride was over when my grandma said, "Well, we have found civilization again!"
Always sang while we were riding. Oh how that man could sing. My stepdad required absolute silence, but my grandpa wanted talking and singing. I still sing in the car. Made my kids nervous when they were little, though when there weren't any other cars around, they didn't mind too much. Today with people talking on cell phones all the time, everyone looks like they are talking to themselves, so I don't feel at all bad about singing to myself while driving.
As a little one our big Sunday evening outing was to drive to the parameter of the Cleveland airport and watch the planes come and go. Somehow this stopped a WW2 and never started again. Possibly because of the air raids. It was no longer a joy for me.
But My husband & I (before I lost him) would be out working the "list" and if we found a road neither had been on, that's all it took. Sometimes our trek took several hours, but our adventure needs had been met!
posted by gmajax
about 1 year ago
