MORE ON SUNDAY SCHOOL
Once a year all the Sunday school kids had a special day. It was our Anniversary. This day was special because it was the day we got to show our parents just how much we had learned. We got into our class groups. We were all up the front of the hall, and everyone could see us. It was really scarey but at the same time it was cool and exciting.
The service itself was only one stage of the day. The other thing was it was a total dressup day. This meant mum took us into town for a visit to the shoe shop. The man was really friendly and did everything we asked of him. There were shoe boxes all over the floor of the shop. He didn't seem to mind but that was probably because there were 5 girls wanting to be fitted for new Sunday best shoes. So one way or another he knew he was going to make a sale. My older sisters were first to have their choices fitted. We usually wore black patent leather shiny shoes, but one of my sisters as i think I said already liked bright colours, If she couldn't find a pair, she would buy a pair and take them home and use shoe colour and paint them. The rest of us were quite happy with what they had in the shop. It was so exciting going home with our new shoes. We were allowed to put them on for a few minutes when we got home to show dad. I remember tapping the clicky heels on the floor and feeling real grown up. They always had a bow on the front, and once I remember one of my sisters had a pair where the bow was on the seam at the back. They were real way out.
Then there was the dress. Even though mum made us some really beautiful dresses, she thought we had to have bought ones for this occasion. We trooped over the road to the dress shop. I can't remember what it looked like in this shop, but the man who owned it went to the same church as us, so I guess he looked after us pretty good.
Ok, so we get to church and sit in our classes. Each class gets to sing a couple of songs and then the presentations begin. All year our teachers have kept a record of when we attended Sunday School, and marked it down somewhere. Also how many times we learned what the message on our weekly ticket said. Once the singing was over and a few prayers said, the prizes started coming. Us little kids usually got a book with a special awards sticker in the front. Our name would be called out and we had to get up and walk to the front and receive it. It was real scarey but we felt very proud. I remember sometimes for some reason I don't know, some of the older girls and boys got a book but also got a picture. They were gorgeous. They looked like they were stuffed and laminated. They had a doda on the back like a photo frame. I think my sister and I got one one year. We must have been real good that year.
After the show, there was a big feast out in the back hall. The people who went to this church, were mostly farmers and their families, so there was always a jolly good feast. There was everything all at once on this huge table. Though the food there was great, I must say there wasn't much I didn't see at home. My mum made jam and relishes from our fruits and vegies, and she was a darn good cook. We always had wonderful mains and just about every night we had dessert. We had birthday parties for every one of us and always had a big fruit cake that mum iced, and always put s little doll or something appropriate on the top. We always had a great time. I miss my mum. She was the most wonderful lady and the most loving gentle mum I have ever met.
I was talking about her at work the other day, about when she had to go to hospital to have a baby, and I wondered how she got there. It was miles and miles away, and we had no car. (they were quite rare in our neighbourhood) So if anyone who reads this, knows the answer, leave a comment please. Thankyou for your time. Hope you enjoy reading it. Bye for now.
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