Some people would answer “That Sunday drive!” It was certainly something that made me happy as a child, and even to this day!
How many of you remember going on Sunday drives as children and now as adults? It seems to be something we all looked forward. You’d finish your Sunday dinner, which was probably the best meal of the week, chicken or beef roast with all the vegetables, dressing and gravy. There might be some jello and custard or bread pudding for dessert. Nowadays it might be a quick meal at a restaurant or when the weather is nice, a picnic of sandwiches, salads and some tea or coffee in a thermos.
You’d make the decision to go to South Brook Park or out to the Port Au Port peninsula for a look around. Or you might drive east and go up to Gros Morne or to Deer Lake or Cormack to visit friends or relatives there. If you were very welcomed, you might get an invite to supper!
As kids I will never forget the times we set off for South Brook Park. We didn’t have much and we didn’t need much. Sometimes we’d take our lunch with us and sit down to a picnic table. I have no idea what we’d eat, perhaps what we’d eat if we had stayed at home, but we would be ravenous. So we’d eat as fast as we could and then we’d run for the swings and seesaws. Later we’d be brave enough to jump into the cold lake water.
Our parents would find some other adults to chat with and many yarns were shared on the sandy beach. Dad smoked like a tilt so he was happy to be outside where no one would jaw him about all the smoking! Children paid no heed to what the adults were up to, as they were too busy running back and forth to the change rooms, and then to the swings with their friends.
The drive back and forth to the park or to Cormack or across the bay to Irishtown, to visit Uncle Bill and Aunt Lean, was quite crowded, with eleven of us in whatever dad was driving at the time, nothing brand new to be sure, but we didn’t mind in the least! Sometimes we’d stop off in Riverside Drive to see Aunt Carm and Uncle Henry. Aunt Carm would always have treats for us, so we loved stopping there. Aunt Lean would pour the tea or coffee as soon as you got in the house. Everyone seemed happy to see us.
Since most people worked six days a week back then, Sunday was the day when we had to make the most of every minute. No one had to be asked twice to get ready and jump into the car! We didn’t even care where we were going, as we knew wherever it was, it was different from being at home. Usually it involved seeing our cousins or making new friends. Why wouldn’t Sunday drives be the highlight of our weeks, and times when we were happiest?
What made you happy in your childhood? What do you remember about your Sunday drives? Feel free to make a comment.
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