GOOD FRIDAY MEMORIES

I started thinking about how things have changed this morning when I noticed peopimages.jpegle  wishing each other Happy Easter. But it’s Good Friday, I said to myself crossly. And it’s 2017, I added. Tempus fugit. And everything changes.

In my memories, Good Friday was a very uncomfortable day. I never knew quite how to behave. It was a sad day, so I shouldn’t laugh or be too obviously happy. But it was called a holiday, usually associated with happy times. Still, stores were closed. Theatres were closed. It seemed that everything was wrapped in grey.

Even church services were gloomy with no galloping or soaring hymns, no wonderful happy anthems of praise. The service was long, with periods of utter silence, and gloom. Luckily we did not stay for the full three hours and coming outside seemed like a great release. But what to do? I couldn’t go visit my best friend or even telephone her. I couldn’t play outside. But I could read! Once again books came to the rescue!

Time passed and things loosened up considerably. Blue laws re Sunday closing disappeared. Theatres and amusements were open on Good Friday, but I was much slower to change. Odd how some things are so ingrained it takes a real effort of will to change, even though the reasons are long forgotten or no longer relevant. Although we were not a particularly religious family, there is something about being brought up as a High Anglican that sinks deep into the soul. I still remember the first time I went to the movies on Good Friday, sometime in my early twenties. I still remember how guilty I felt. But today, should there be a movie I wanted to see, I would go without a thought! Progress! Or perhaps just getting old enough not to care?

About Caro Soles

Writer in several genres, lover of dachshunds and opera, with some ballet thrown in for good measure. I volunteer with Canadian dachshund rescue as a foster parent. I founded the Bloody Words Mystery Conference, which ran for 15 years as well as the Bony a Blithe Award for Canadian Light Mysteries. Keeps me busy!
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2 Responses to GOOD FRIDAY MEMORIES

  1. dorothyanneb says:

    I know! I was raised Catholic. I remember all the dust to dust thing, and used to spend every Good Friday listening to Jesus Christ Superstar and weeping about man’s inhumanity to man. Which is still present. Hmm. Maybe I’ll put it on. It seems to me the sky still darkens at 3 pm wherever I am. Some beliefs die hard. As it were…

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