Up at 4:00 to do the milking and feed the livestock. After chores, a big breakfast and get ready for church. After church, home in time for milking and feed the livestock. After dinner and bath all the kids would watch Disney and have popcorn. Sunday routine rarely changed much except during haying, canning season and calving. After the calving and cows starting milking there we would make butter and freeze it for winter. On Sunday's mom would give us each a quart of cream while we watched Disney and we would all help to make butter.

we'd go to Sunday Mass as a family and then over to our Grandparents house where Grandma would have the sauce simmering and the chicken in the oven. Grandpa and I would play checkers for a bit while I always won. he wasn't a good checkers player. then we'd go in the kitchen and have some sauce on Italian bread where he always got it on his white shirt. He said a sauce stain on a white shirt was the real Italian flag. then we sit and watch TV and I ask if I could have a piece of candy. he always say you know the rule and I'd say no candy before dinner and he's reply no bring me a piece to. after dinner I'd spend time with Grandma while they watched football in the fall. it was the best of times and I was the luckiest girl in the world to have been able to spend time and know my Grandparents. I miss them both so much

I got up at 4:30, fed the stock , collected the eggs , drove out to the pivot and turned the water off( pump) at the well because the irrigation system had just finished . Then I went back home and took off my mud boots and overalls and sat down to Momma’s breakfast . Bacon , eggs, home made biscuits , and plum jelly . In the winter she made hash browns too . Then I got cleaned up , put on the dress mom laid out and let her fuss with my hair. Daddy drove us to church and then we went out to lunch as a treat for mom. The cooking wasn’t as good but she got a little time to relax . When we got home I changed back into work clothes and got busy doing what ever needed to be done or what daddy wanted . I had to be home by 6 if it wasnt harvest time to get my school lessons done and eat dinner . Not much fan fare but it seemed normal to me

For years as a little girl, each Sunday morning my mom and I would walk along the strip and select flowers from the entrance grounds of fine hotels before they were replaced for the week ahead. Only way to pick flowers in Vegas.

Most Sundays we went to 12 O'clock Mass and visited my grandmother right after. As I grew, that tradition fell away, but I always visited my grandmother. Always.

Dad cooking an amazing Sunday roast diner every week.

In the summer we used to walk to the sea front And have family days at the beach.

My mother took us to Sunday School at 9. My atheist dad would pick us up at 10 when it ended and take us to McDonalds for breakfast. It worked perfectly for my mom because She was a Sunday School teacher and after it finished, she would go to mass until 12

Sunday night was always the Walt Disney World movies we would watch as a family after dinner

Mixed. No set pattern. Anything could and often did happen.

My whole life was that way. Including schools.

Two elementary schools.
One Jr high.
Three different High Schools.
One military training
Three different colleges.
And a dozen certifications.

With that kind of life you can't set a routine.

Dad making a monster breakfast, church, watching football.

I have since had a fraught relationship with religion but we’re Lions fans so I think it helped prepare us spiritually for that constant heartbreak.

I hated Sundays mornings because we were forced to go to church.

Grandma used to cook a roast
Plus bake cakes/puddings/Scones/Pavlova/Wine Trifles on Sunday.
Party food for kids every Sunday

Sunday night was bath night for me before school on Monday

[c=4C0073]playing at the dirty river, uninhibited, freeee[/c]

Being sent to my room for refusing to eat Sunday lunch.
It was better than going to the Sunday school that was run by Welsh fascists who tried to tell me that It was my own fault that I couldn’t walk. That if I prayed hard and truly believed I would be cured.

Being forced to go to church after a proper fried breakfast,then down the park afterwards.

Family day. I would go to church with family and eat dinner outside with grandma.

In the fall I watched football with my father. The rest of the year wasn’t important.

Breakfast , chores then Church . Mom fixed big family dinner . :-)

Wake up at 7am or so, eat bacon and grits or oatmeal or cereal or maybe pancakes if mom had time.

Sunday school at 9am, Church at 11am.
Home by 3pm
Rest of day relax. Watch TV or movies, barbecue maybe, prepare for school, play outside, read, family vist our house.
Mom always cooked.