A lot of people do not view West Virginia as "the south". But I am here to tell you my hometown was small town with southern manners and traditions. We were located in the southwest portion of the state and bordered with lower Ohio and Eastern Kentucky. So despite what some people say, we were Southern to the core. Offer somebody a glass of unsweet tea from my hometown and you will get my drift. Today I want to share with you a typical Sunday as I was growing up.
(Daddy and my cousin Nancy)
As she was every day of her life, Mom was up before everybody else and fixing breakfast. Mostly homemade biscuits, bacon, and fried eggs. I remember her making bacon gravy but not every morning. Sometimes on Sundays, it was homemade pancakes from scratch fixed in the same iron skillet she had just fried bacon in.
There were four of us kids and Mom and Dad. So there was a lot of hectic craziness on Sunday mornings because it was a hard and fast rule that we get up, eat, and get ready for Sunday School and church. Mom & Dad didn't drive so we didn't have a car. We walked a little over a mile to the church every Sunday...rain, shine or even snow.
In spring and summer, after church we would walk back home and my Aunt Frances and her seven children, my Aunt Dee Dee, my Mamaw Eden and most weeks my Uncle Charlie and Aunt Louise with their twins Mary & Carey would come home with us after church.
The women would gather in the kitchen and make fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, peas, and/or corn. Usually there was gravy and sometimes Mom would open a can of Franco American Meatballs in Brown gravy for me because back then, I didn't like chicken. (SHOCK)
Dessert was always something Mom had made on Saturday. It varied but we had such things as chocolate cake with chocolate icing (like the one I always make), spice cake with caramel icing, cherry pie, apple pie, graham cracker pie or banana pudding.
And there was always sweet tea or Kool-Aid.
The afernoon was spent either playing baseball or badmitton in the yard or taking a long walk in the woods behind the house.
We loved Sundays.
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