Sleepy City Sidewalks

Here Comes the Sun... 

What is it about Sunday mornings that feels so relaxing? Sunday mornings, more than any other time of the week, are slow and easy. There is no need to rush anywhere, no alarm, nothing but papers and coffee cups.

Even as a child I noticed that Sunday mornings had a very different aura. Church, large brunches, and family were constants in my formative years. These factors transformed Sundays into a revered time of the week.

Modern Americans rarely take time to slow down, but there is an almost universal recognition that Sunday mornings are different. It is the only time of the week that most places of business are not open. Few non-family related phone calls are made during Sunday mornings.

I, for one, hope that they always stay this way.

Interesting Sunday Fact that I Bet You Didn’t Know:

In the late 19th century Evanston, Illinois, nicknamed "Heavenston" by Frances Willard, was a Methodist-minded town, so pious that the town fathers, resenting the dissipating influence of the soda fountain, passed an ordinance forbidding the sale of ice cream sodas on Sunday. Some ingenious confectioners, obeying the law, served ice cream with syrup but no soda. This sodaless soda was the Sunday soda, and became so popular that orders for "Sundays" crossed the counter everyday of the week. When objection was raised to christening the dish after the Sabbath, the spelling was changed to Sundae, and so developed one of America's most characteristic dishes.

William Lyon Phelps (quotationspage.com)