Before we leave that let me tell you just one thing that may be a little
different. On Sundays we almost had "religious
dissipation." My ancestors, in fact my great-great-grandfather,
Angus McDiarmid, had come over to America during the Revolution as a
Presbyterian minister from Scotland. And he would preach each Sunday. He
preached at three of the oldest Presbyterian churches in North Carolina,
the original churches that he preached at. He would preach in English in
the morning. He heard the Catechism, and then preached in English before
lunch, and after lunch, would preach in Gaelic. The Scotsmen came in
droves from everywhere to hear this Mr. McDiarmid preach in their native
language. There were a lot of Scots in and around Fayetteville. We had
some of the Presbyterian strict tradition about Sunday. We prepared for
it. You were taught to feel like Sunday was a special day, and to get
ready for it. You had your Saturday night bath. You put out your best
clean clothes to wear the next day, they'd be ready. You had breakfast
an hour later so you could sleep a little longer, and had a specially
good breakfast. We always had waffles on Sunday, among other things,
which we all liked. Then we'd go to Sunday school.
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Then we'd go to church. Then we would take a walk from church on home,
which we all enjoyed. Have a very, very good dinner with very pretty
china and special things and often have dinner guests. This was a
special day. Then we would rest a little while and either go to a new
mission Sunday school to take part, to help teach or to help them with
their music, or we'd go on a long walk. Then go back at night to church.
So it's so different from the way you do on Sundays today, though my
family still goes to Sunday school and church. I just forgot, one thing
about our Sundays when I was a child. We had a dog
"Trix" and he got to be a strong Presbyterian, too.
[laughter] He would go without his
breakfast to get to church. As he got older, he would go early to church
and get in our pew (we had the same pew the family had had for a hundred
years, the family had that same pew). He knew where the pew was. He
gradually got blind but he still would go without his breakfast so he
could get away and we couldn't put him up to keep him at home. When my
dog, Trix, heard the peel of the church bell he at once left for church
and when we'd get to church he would be there underneath the pew.
[laughter] Occasionally, he'd have a bad
dream during the sermon and he would growl to our utter mortification
but we couldn't help that.
[laughter] We
had a pew right near the front, about fourth from the front. Trix also
enjoyed Sundays as much as we did.
[laughter]