Sundays and Sabaths

Sometimes I think about what we have lost and what we have gained in the last 50 or 60 years. Having a sabath day was one. In this letter Dad talks a bit about his brother going skating on a Sunday evening, which evidently was not a normal thing to do. My mother often mentioned that when their family was studied by the selective service when my Uncle Bruce applied as a CO (he didn't get the status and spent time in prison during WWII), one of the neighbors mentioned that they had done their laundry on a Sunday. Mom would tell us this was only once that she knew of, but it was seen as something unusual by the neighbor.
When we were growing up in the 50's and 60's we would go to Quaker Meeting each Sunday (sometimes called 1st day) and then have a big meal at noon when we came home - often a pot roast. Then we would rest. I remember occasionally that Dad would take a nap on a Sunday afternoon. All the stores would be closed and the city would be quiet. We might go out to the property where the berries and garden were, or once we were older we would have homework to do. I still have that desire to rest and take it easy on a Sunday afternoon.