Before we leave that let me tell you just one thing that may be a little
different. On Sundays we almost had "religious dissipation." My
ancestors, in fact my great-great-grandfather, Angus McDiarmid, had come
over to America during the Revolution as a Presbyterian minister from
Scotland. And he would preach each Sunday. He preached at three of the
oldest Presbyterian churches in North Carolina, the original churches
that he preached at. He would preach in English in the morning. He heard
the Catechism, and then preached in English before lunch, and after
lunch, would preach in Gaelic. The Scotsmen came in droves from
everywhere to hear this Mr. McDiarmid preach in their native language.
There were a lot of Scots in and around Fayetteville. We had some of the
Presbyterian strict tradition about Sunday. We prepared for it. You were
taught to feel like Sunday was a special day, and to get ready for it.
You had your Saturday night bath. You put out your best clean clothes to
wear the next day, they'd be ready. You had breakfast an hour later so
you could sleep a little longer, and had a specially good breakfast. We
always had waffles on Sunday, among other things, which we all liked.
Then we'd go to Sunday school. Then we'd go to
church. Then we would take a walk from church on home, which we all
enjoyed. Have a very, very good dinner with very pretty china and
special things and often have dinner guests. This was a special day.
Then we would rest a little while and either go to a new mission Sunday
school to take part, to help teach or to help them with their music, or
we'd go on a long walk. Then go back at night to church. So it's so
different from the way you do on Sundays today, though my family still
goes to Sunday school and church. I just forgot, one thing about our
Sundays when I was a child. We had a dog "Trix" and he got to be a
strong Presbyterian, too. [laughter] He
would go without his breakfast to get to church. As he got older, he
would go early to church and get in our pew (we had the same pew the
family had had for a hundred years, the family had that same pew). He
knew where the pew was. He gradually got blind but he still would go
without his breakfast so he could get away and we couldn't put him up to
keep him at home. When my dog, Trix, heard the peel of the church bell
he at once left for church and when we'd get to church he would be there
underneath the pew. [laughter]
Occasionally, he'd have a bad dream during the sermon and he would growl
to our utter mortification but we couldn't help that. [laughter] We had a pew right near the
front, about fourth from the front. Trix also enjoyed Sundays as much as
we did. [laughter]