Photo Friday – Old Cars
Sunday Afternoon After Church
Initially, I had not planned to submit for this week’s Photo Friday because time did not permit me to take a picture of an old vehicle. Additionally, I did not have any photos that I had previously taken. But the rules were adjusted somewhat this week, whereas we can submit pics that we did not take. So I thought I’d share a picture taken in the early 60’s of my mother and aunt Anna. Both have gone on to another realm; bless their souls.
Sunday afternoons after church in the 60’s were so full of neighborhood and family values: Families and friends gathering together for Soul Food, good conversation–everyone wearing their Sunday best – so full of love and tradition. Boy do I ever miss those days. I myself often carry out the Sunday tradition; but unlike the days of old, it’s always me doing all the cooking and most of us did not come from church! Wow do I miss the days when many of the women gathered in the steamy kitchen talking trash, laughing – whilst the men, admiring their families, talked “business” in the dining room. Now I know that we’ve progressed so much from the 60’s; but some things, in my opinion, did not promote progress, but a sense of individuality bringing forth separation that saddens me. No longer do I see the community and family unity – everyone’s for self now. This, in my opinion, has caused depression, poverty, violence and a malady of social problems. So today, let’s strive to live that life of the 60’s, and bring family and community together.
Sunday Afternoons After Church ~By CordieB
Oh how I miss the days of old . . .
When family unity was the goal
Of every bright or weary soul
Oh how I miss the lost tradition
When helping hands was the mission
When we knew all our neighbor’s names
When we’d speak to all who peacefully came
walking down the clean sidewalks
stopping for friendly gossip and small talk
When neighbors would watch over the young
and everyone knew every one
when neighbors could spank that ass
for talking smart or acting fast
and then I’d get another one
after the neighbor told my dad or mom
When children still played hide and seek
When strong families always helped the weak
When unity meant what it should
and not simply another cliche’ buzz word
When fathers could not abandon theirs
without humilitation, points and stares
and of course lots and lots of old folk’s prayers
When the corner store owner lived in the neighborhood
and there was no such thing as “living in the hood”
And people usually acted like they knew they should
The Sunday afternoons after church dismissed
When family and neigbors gathered to reminice
And laugh and cry and love each other
and every one was treated like a sister or brother
I miss it all, but alas life goes on
So at least I’ll carry the tradition on
So if you miss those days, come visit soon
My home on Sunday Afternoons
~Written By CordieB
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Have a soul filled Sunday!
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