Sunday Dinner-Radio Memories

[Fugitive]

Sunday Dinner-Radio Memories: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ieth9gTRaZI

I thought that was my budgie and my goldfish and my Mum used to murder the sprouts like that! Eleven minutes of utter nostalgia for those old enough to have been there

Many years later Jimmy Edwards came to eat in our restaurant and I was a kid again!

[Kaz]

Oh that rang a lot of bells - Two-Way Family Favourites, and Jimmy Clitheroe as the Clitheroe Kid, and the smell of roast dinner

Sing Something Simple used to depress the heck out of me too

[Kaz]

Life has changed so much! I still cook a roast most Sundays but these days you can go out shopping, or socialising and Sunday is almost like any other day - youngsters today would not believe just how stultifying Sundays could be once upon a time

[Workingman]

Sing Something Simple used to depress the heck out of me too

Nooooo! Sunday was a visit to Nan's after dinner and we had to get home by teatime for SSS and mum's sandwiches. A bit later we would all get ready for bed and snuggle up for Sunday night at the London Palladium.

Life seemed so much gentler in those days. Sunday was a day to relax and let the world pass by.

[Diflower]

We had two completely different Sundays, cricket season and not.
Cricket season we might have had a full roast dinner then straight out, or might have had a big breakfast then out to catch the coach. Up to about age 10, not enough of the Sunday team had cars so it was always a coach for away matches, which was great fun
Wintertime oh yes, the radio, all those programmes, always

[JoM]

I have wonderful memories of Sundays as a child. Sunday morning my Dad would always take me to my Nan and Grandad T's bungalow, Dad's parents. Sometimes Dad would stay a while and we, along with Grandad, would go to the park and sometimes we'd hire clubs and go onto the putting green. Other times Grandad would take me over the Hills for a walk. Whatever we did, I always stayed for my dinner - Dad would go back home and either he'd collect me or Grandad would walk me back. It was always roast lamb for dinner and to this day I maintain that Nan's roasts were the best. Nan died when I was 7 and I lost my Grandad when I was 15. After Nan died Grandad started coming to us everyday for his dinner. My sister and I were the only grandchildren so we were spoiled with attention. All these years on I still miss them so much.
In the evening, after a proper Sunday tea, Mom, Dad and myself would walk to see my other Nan, Mom's Mom. There was always a houseful there so plenty of cousins to play with. My uncle lived next door, he was divorced and had custody of his son and daughter, and every Sunday night he'd cook spaghetti and grate Parmesan on top - it was so exotic in the early 70s - and there was always enough for however many of us children were there. After watching the Palladium we'd walk home, sometimes as a special treat we'd pop into Mary's, the corner shop down the road from our house, to buy packets of crisps for supper. The packets were all in tins behind the counter.

[debih]

I loved Sundays as a child.

We were generally packed off to church in the morning - but that was great fun. A coach used to come round to collect people and stopped at the bottom of our road. There were loads of children there all going to Sunday school.

Then home to watch mum cook the Sunday lunch. Always a roast and always with her listening to either Radio Derby or one of her records (usually The Spinners or Elvis). Big sit down lunch for the four of us then dad would do the pots (us when we got older). Mum and Dad would then usually fall asleep in front of the tv whilst my sister and I played with Pippa and Sindy dolls (we were NEVER allowed out to play with friends on a Sunday).

Sunday afternoons were always a highlight as it was sweetie day! We were only allowed sweets twice a week - we would start a packet of sweets on a Sunday afternoon, eat half and were then allowed to eat the other half on Tuesday evening when my godmother came for dinner. We always ate more than half on the Sunday and were then disappointed on the Tuesday to find that we only had two or three sweets left for the Tuesday.

In the winter, Sunday tea would nearly always be salad - usually left over from Saturday. Always a big piece of lettuce on a plate, a sliced tomato, sliced cucumber, some blocks of cheese, a piece of ham and some onions in vinegar. Occasionally as a treat my dad would do potato scallops with vinegar.

In the summer we often walked to Matlock Bath (where we live now) where we would stop at the pub for a drink and then get some chips to eat on the way home.

Once a month my grandparents would come and visit which was always a real treat as we were allowed a WHOLE packet of sweets then.

I loved the whole tradition of it and it is lovely to look back on now. We don't have such a tradition on a Sunday. We are often out to the allotment (much to the girls disgust) or they are out playing with their friends. We do always have a roast dinner though, usually at about 6pm, and it is always bath night and early to bed.

[Kaz]

I do remember some lovely Sunday afternoons. My great grandparents lived a couple of miles away from us, and we fairly regularly would go there for tea. This was in Ashford in Middlesex but they were northern people who came down from a Durham mining village just before the war bringing their grown up children, looking for work and stayed in the south. Nan and Pop bought my dad up, for various family reasons, so my dad was very close to them Nan would bake the most lovely teas - cakes galore and some lovely little pancake things she called Singing Hinnies I loved Sundays at Nan and Pop's

Sometimes we went to Richmond, where my dad's mum lived, and would go ice skating first at the big rink there by the river, then for our Sunday roast with Nan and Uncle Eric, and then down to the river to feed the ducks or a walk in Richmond Park We went on the train as we didn't have a car

Happy memories....................