Monday, August 10, 2009

Sunday Morning Coming Down

My blogging buddy from the Great Northwest, Jamie @ Duward Discussion, recently started a new weekly meme entitled Take This Tune in which she gives a musical prompt on Friday for posts on Monday. When I saw the prompt for this week I thought to myself "Hey! You've actually done a post based on these lyrics once already - perfect!" So ... I hope it's not cheating that I repost the following that originally appeared on my very first blog at LiveJournal on March 12th, 2006. The only difference between now and when I wrote it is that I no longer have Sundays off to feel alone as I work 16-hour shifts but the rest of it certainly applies and there are some things I will always miss about Sundays.

"On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone."
Johnny Cash sure did know how to sing a depressing tune or two, didn't he?? "Johnny One-Note" my Dad used to call him but he sure did like his music; a lot of people did because he sang about a lot of the not-so-nice things in life that a lot of artists avoided. I mean, come on, who else would sing about Folsom Prison or the porter on a railroad train? Johnny Cash just didn't sing happy-go-lucky songs (heck, even A Boy Named Sue might have had a jaunty beat but wasn't what you'd call a happy song!).

Anyhow, I'm not feeling like a recovering alcoholic or drug addict or anything this morning but Sundays just have never been the same since my grandfather died way back in August of 1972. Prior to that, Sundays were always the best day of the week because it meant church with Gramp followed by the big family Sunday dinner at his house. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins - everyone was there along with the best roast beef this side of the Connecticut River! You never felt alone on a Sunday when Gramp was alive - you felt like a member of a big, happy family and I, for one, felt totally loved and accepted.

These days, if I'm not working on a Sunday then I'm just hanging around the house catching up on everything that I didn't do during the rest of the week. Fun stuff like laundry, vacuuming, dusting, etc., etc. Yee-freakin'-ha. And Sunday dinners certainly don't exist and haven't for years and years. And even though I miss the roast beef and crazy-colored icing on the cake that Gramp always made, I miss the man himself even more and that hasn't stopped since he died. A kid couldn't have asked for a better grandfather than the one I had and even though he was ready to die when his time came, I sure wasn't ready for him to. I was only 13 for crying out loud ... there should have been a lot more years to bask in the unconditional love that he gave me, to be called "Linnie" by the one person that I didn't mind it from, and to sit by his side at church and just feel prouder than punch to know that he was my grandfather. Heck, I guess that explains some of why I don't even like to go to church anymore (well, that and I'm a lazy Christian if you ask my dear ex-husband!). Well, that and my views on God don't exactly fit into your normal church atmosphere either but that would take up another whole entry and then some!

So, anyhow, it's another Sunday morning with no roast beef to look forward to, no one's lap to sit on, and no cousins to spend the afternoon running around the fields that surrounded Gramp's house with. You would think by my age I would have put that behind me by now but Johnny was right - there definitely is something in a Sunday "that makes a body feel alone".


  1. I remember driving to Long Beach from Anaheim every Sunday, sometimes twice. We attended an old Church of the Brethren that was ancient when I was a kid. It had lots of nooks and crannies, and a huge library, where every Sunday I'd check out another Cherry Ames, Hardy Boys, or Nancy Drew mystery. It was the first choir I ever sang in - at the ripe ol' age of twelve, no less.
    After my brother was born, my mom stayed home on Sundays and it was just me and my dad. Like you, I was real close to his father, my grandfather.
    I'd give anything to be sitting between the two of them on Sunday. I hope that, maybe someday I will.
    Wonderful post.

  2. I love Sundays and I'm going to enjoy them a whole lot more when I retire and don't have to get up for work on Monday mornings! LOL

    Sorry I've not been around, we just got back from another weekend jaunt. :)

  3. I grew up in a very large family and I would not have wanted it any other way! My maternal grandparents ended up living with us when I was 13. But even before then, we always had huge family gatherings with Aunts and Uncles and Cousins and Grandparents. It was fabulous. I still keep in contact with lots of my cousins and we do have family gatherings every so often. And gotta love Fecebook!

    My Dad LOVES Johnny Cash and plays lots of his songs!

  4. Anonymous7:53 AM EDT

    I was never lucky enough to live near family. We were always far from family.

    I always longed for Sunday dinners with family. I'd hear about friends getting together with grandparents, aunts, and uncles and I wished we could do that, too!

  5. Such great memories! This Take That Tune has really taken a lot of us back!

    We went to church with my grandfather who was deaf. He would sing all the old 'favorites' in this high, thin reedy voice. In those days it was a bit embarrassing. Now that he's gone (since 2000), I'd love to hear it again. And I know he's singing in perfect pitch in heaven!

  6. Absolutely perfect contribution. I hope everyone will drop by and read the other contributions. Now about the ex. Just his saying that proves he isn't much of a Christian of any kind. So there!!!

    Guess you are right about Cash. Even One Piece At A Time was about auto theft - sort of.

  7. I really enjoy your writing, Linda. You were so lucky to know you Gramp so well. I can feel the warmth you felt with him.

    I guess Johnny Cash's songs reflected his not so happy early life which in itself was rather depressing. But dern if it didn't make him a ton of money as the singer, Johnny Cash. Still I cannot take a steady diet of his songs. I can get depressed well enough on my own.

  8. How wonderful Linda. What Amazing Gracie said made me smile. I'm sure she will get to do that someday.

    Have a terrific day. Big hug. :)

  9. No one has religious views that are exactly the same.


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