Coming from California, where most stores were open seven days a week, and some for twenty-four hours a day, I was in for a shock. With the exception of the churches, the town of Munford was completely closed down on Sundays. To begin with, there were only a few businesses situated in Munford. There was the General Store, the Drug Store, the Hardware Store, the Movie Theater and the Gas Station. All of them were closed on Sundays.
Sundays were devoted to going to church and spending time with family. Dinner was served in the middle afternoon, and was often fried chicken. My Mother rarely prepared fried chicken, we would have something made from hamburger, Bob's favorite.
Going to church on Sunday was the social activity in which almost everyone in town participated. I finally broke down and went along with some friends to the Southern Baptist Church, the primary Church in Munford. It was a fire and brimstone event, which made me entirely uncomfortable. The preacher was determined to save my soul, I tried to sink under the pews. There was a social following the services. All of the girls brought a box lunch and the guys would bid for the lunch, not knowing to whom the lunch belonged. The highest bidder would have lunch with the girl who prepared the lunch. I didn't bring a lunch, but watched with fascination. All of the lunches were purchased, even my friend Sally got a date from the event.
Sunday's for me ended up a very quiet event. I would usually just stay home. I would read or draw, and sometimes I would watch television. I would write letters to my friends in California. And I would dream of returning to California, my primary desire.