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motorhome brought our family closer, allowing us to
enjoy that family time people always seem to talk
about but many of us never manage to realize.
It is Sunday morning,
and I am working in my basement office when Karen
calls down to ask if I can drive her to the mall.
She needs to pick up a few things for Christmas.
By the time we arrive, there are no parking spots
anywhere near the mall entrance, so I drop Karen off
at the doors and hunt for a spot. After about 20 minutes,
I finally find a place. Rather than try to find her
in the confusion inside, I elect to sit and wait,
keeping an eye on the doors for Karen. As I look around,
people are coming and going, everyone’s in a hurry,
and I can’t help but wonder how Sundays have changed.
I can remember growing up in Brampton, Ontario, when
my Dad was the manager of the Odeon Theatre on Main
Street. There were no Sunday movies then. Sunday was
a day of rest. My Mom, Dad and I would go to church
on Sunday morning, then we would come home and Dad
would read the Saturday paper (there was no Sunday
paper then). Mom would prepare dinner, and I would
go out and play with my friends. Mom and Dad called
it “Family Day.”
About twice each year, we would drive to my grandmother’s
home in Oshawa.
The whole family on my mothers side would get together,
and my Mom would call this a Family Day. Most Sunday
evenings, we would sit around the radio and listen
to the different shows.
 One
Sunday, my Dad dropped Mom and I off at church rather
than joining us, and said he would have a surprise
for us when we got home. Walking up our street after
church, I saw a man installing a TV antenna on our
roof. I ran into the house and there it was, our very
own television. Mom said not to touch, this was a
very expensive TV and only Dad could turn it on. The
TV man said the shows would come on at five pm. I
watched a test pattern for more than an hour .
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Take care & Happy Family Day
M.B. & Karen Wilson
Wagon Masters
rvtours@interlog.com
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