Sundays in The Hage

Sundays

Sundays …

The Hage …

1960’s …

More childhood memories ….

Sundays were church day.  St Joseph’s in Baird Street.  We were always late.  My Mom was not a morning person, so we were always flying out the door at the last minute.  We sat in the same pew every week as did everybody else who went to church.  Heaven forbid if anybody sat in somebody else’s spot!  My Dad didn’t go to church with us – he was a Methodist, not a Catholic, but never went to church anyway and when he passed away 8 years ago, he was buried from the Catholic Church by Father Max.  We must have had connections, not sure if that’s good or bad.  Two of my boy cousins were altar boys.  They looked liked angels in their vestments and for an hour they behaved like angels, but other times both were definitely not angels.

After church, we stopped at my Granny and Grandpa’s house in Caledon Street.  Sunday morning tea was a ritual and a very important part of my growing up years.  For 7 years I was an only child, so this was  a happy time for me.  Playing with my cousins and pretending they were my siblings.  I had a real thing about not having siblings when I was younger it seems.  My oldest girl cousin always looked out for me.  She stood up for me as I had no sibling support when things went wrong or we were all being naughty and so I often copped the flack and was blamed for something I didn’t do.  I wasn’t always innocent, but I wasn’t always guilty either.

So the adults had tea and some home-baked delicacy my Granny had made.  None of the adults drank coffee in those days and if they did, it was usually only at breakfast time and the brand of the day was, wait for it – Ricoffy!  I don’t even think it was made with coffee beans, but was a chicory blend!  And everybody had sugar and full cream cow’s milk in their tea and their coffee in those days.  Boy, how things have changed.

As for the grandchildren, we would walk along the road to the “Fish Shop” on the corner of Caledon and John Streets where we were allowed to buy Joy Lollies which were ice lollies.  Guess how much they cost?  1c each!  I can remember walking along with 10c and we got change…If it was a special occasion, like one of our birthdays, we were allowed Banana Boy ice creams – they cost 3c each!  They were my favourite.

If the weather was good, all the adults sat outside on the front stoep of my grandparent’s house and we kids played on the front lawn.  We spent many hours playing hide and go seek, cops and robbers and if we had an empty cardboard box we would slide down the little hill in the front garden.  The grandchildren of today would think we were retards for sure, but my childhood memories are happy ones and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Photo credit: Shaz North