Sunday, 28 February 2010


I was just thinking this morning about how different Sunday has become over the years.

When I was a child growing up in England, Sunday was always very special.  No shops were open, so families stayed at home and spent time together.  I have memories of the smell of the roast dinner being cooked whilst listening to "Family Favourites" on the radio, followed by the "Billy Cotton Band Show".  Anyone else old enough to remember them?

My Dad loved music...all kinds of we always had the radio on.  We were forced to listen to "Sing Something Simple" and the "Black and White Minstrel Show" on the radio early evening, with my Dad singing along at the top of his voice.  When television arrived we had to sit through "Songs of Praise" so my Dad could sing along to all the hymns.   For years if I heard hymns being sung by a choir, or songs being sung by  Richard Tauber, Maria Callas, Perry Como or Andy Williams, it reminded me of my Dad and Sundays.

I didn't realise, that what my brothers and I considered a bit of an ordeal at the Dad and his music programmes...would become such fond memories for me of a father I loved so much, and still miss dreadfully nine years after his death.

When I was married to my first husband, before we had children, I would leave the joint roasting in the oven, whilst we popped over the road to our local pub for a few drinks with friends.  We'd come back, eat our roast dinner, and fall asleep in front of the television.

When my children arrived, the tradition of Sunday roast dinner, eaten at lunch time, continued, but we also did other things.  Shops were open on Sundays so we would go out for a browse.  Pubs became more child-friendly and started providing gardens, so if the weather was good we could take our children for a pub lunch, and they could run around and play with other children.   Barbeques became more popular, so this was another way of spending Sundays, either with family or friends at our house or theirs.

Sunday in Turkey doesn't feel like Sunday.  It's the same as any other day.  In my early days here I would cook a roast, in an attempt to recreate that "Sunday feeling", but it didn't really work...because you need the British atmosphere.

On my trips back to England, I've noticed that amongst family and friends, the traditional Sunday, as I once knew it, has almost disappeared.  Although my daughter has been known to do a Sunday roast when I'm visiting, which I really appreciate.  

And in case you're reading this Stella...this is a big hint for you for my next visit!  (But we'll skip "Songs of Praise"!)


  1. Aykut..I have deleted your post because it bears absolutely no relevance to my blog.

  2. I have unfortunately had to make use of the moderating facility from now on, so apologies to my regular followers in that your comments won't appear immediately.

  3. Comment moderation comes to us all eventually - a shame. I've sort of given up cooking a roast dinner since we've moved to Spain, parly because for us Sunday is the same as any other day, and partly because joints of meat are so expensive apart from chicken. But when I do make that effort, it's very much appreciated!

  4. oh Ayak, these spammers are really a huge problem, aren't they? I'll tell you something, another way to avoid spammers is my getting the 'Word Verification' on your comment section. Perhaps, if you're in fear of being attacked my antisocial people, who make it a point to make rude comments, I'd advise you to keep the comment moderation facility, though I don't see how you could offend someone on this blog!

    Coming back to your post.... I think Sunday is a day when people should stay at home and rest. Perhaps, for most people out here, Sunday is when they go out shopping. The malls are packed on Sundays. Therefore, they are a great target for bombs on this day. For other people, go out for a family outing.

    I understand what you mean. Sundays are no longer what they were supposed to be, but it depends in what way people decide to use their day off. But of course, the world is changing, everyone needs time to get their lives into order....

    I surely understand what you mean by the 'Sunday feel' ....

  5. Rural France still has a very Sunday feel. No shops open, everyone home for family lunch.

    We used to have a Sunday joint every week. Dad used to have The World at One on the radio. Now I realise that irritated Mum and meant that we didn't talk much - we never discussed the news. Although every other meal was together around the table and we talked at all the rest.

    My husband and I used to listen and singalong to Family Favourites. I'm a pink Toothbrush, you're a blue toothbrush; the laughing policeman; hole in the ground :-)

    Sorry you're having problems with the people leaving comments

  6. Jan: Meat is also very expensive here so an occasional joint is a rare treat.

    Mel: I always had word verification but it obviously wasn't enough of a deterrent. I didn't want to get into this moderating thing really...but needs must. This is the second visit by this particularly spammer, who writes in Turkish even though I politely asked him not to. His posts are just political. The first time I gave him the benefit of the doubt..but this morning he posted another long spiel of political crap. I don't object to political comments if they are relevant..but I do object to political spamming.

    Ah Rosie...someone from my era. Yes I remember those songs too!

  7. Also Italy still very much has a sunday family feel about it, although it is slowly being eroded. In the last 3-4 years big hypermarkets have opened up together with sunday trading. I avoid those shops on Sundays if for no other reason than overcrowding!

    I've had a couple of spammers early on in my blogging 'career', hence my having a moderation thingy.

  8. Heiko..I never go shopping on Sunday unless absolutely necessary...for the same reason.

    I hate this moderating thing..and was hoping to avoid's just another hassle. I don't really understand the mentality..what do they gain by it? Other than being a bloody nuisance.

  9. I only moderate comments on posts older than ten days, they seem to be the ones that the regular spammers target. I won't do word veri - I like people to see their comments arriving instantly.

    I miss my London sundays very much. I would usually either walk to Hampstead Heath or drive up to the South Bank, browse the bookstalls there and then have lunch at the NFT cafe. I miss that a lot. Sundays in provincial France are very dull

  10. FF: I don't like moderating, but this particular spammer posted just minutes after I had made my he did the first time he appeared on my blog. I had word veri at that time so its no deterrent. I'll see how it goes and may revert back.

  11. Ziya translated the first one from your spammer and said

    'If he's trying to draw attention to his views on your blog, he'd have to write in English for a start.'

    I think I've always had word verification - must have pressed something - but I went to moderation when some guy/robot? started using text to advertise stuff and then was glad that I had as I had a rather narcissistic bod posting stuff with no relevence to my blog but plenty to their own.

    FF is right, it's lovely to see a comment going straight in and it makes the comment section flow...just a pity people must meddle and spoil things.

    Yes I remember the radio shows you mention, but my favourite was 'Round the Horne' closely followed by '~The Navy Lark' and 'left hand down a bit' still figures in this household's jargon. Very apt when I attempt to do something terrifying on the computer.

    Sunday in the sticks used to be family visiting day, but the first breach in the wall has been made with a local garden centre opening on Sunday. If I remember rightly, it was the garden centres that led the way to Sunday opening in the U.K.

    Funnily enough, I'm doing a roast.

  12. And I got so wound up I forgot to say what I had intended to say first...what a super pic of Billy/Dennis. Where's Fang?

  13. Fly: Yes of course Ziya is right. I knew what he was doing the first time but decided to let it go. This morning's post was much more extreme. It's a bloody nuisance isn't it? It would be much better to have no word veri or modification.

    Oh yes Round the Horne and The Navy Lark (another of my Dad's favourites.

    Yes it was the garden centres that started it..I remember now.

    The pic of Billy/Dennis is cute isn't it? No Fang unfortunately, but his best friend is their cat called Ringo.

  14. I like your Sunday memories.:) When I was a child, after enduring Sunday school and church service, we would sit down to the Sunday afternoon movie...I still have the fondest memories of that for some reason.

    I have been thinking of your lightening strike and was wondering if you have a surge protector on you computer? I lost two modems to lightening but ever since putting in a surge protector have not had any issues.

    Congratulations on the award and too bad about the spam. Ok, here goes...let's see if your comment moderation works.:)

  15. Mr H: As far as I know my laptop has a surge protector. I was using it at the time the lightening struck and blew up the modem and it wasn't affected at all. I understand that a lot of the electrical appliances here have surge protectors built in because electrical surges in this country are so frequent.

    Well the moderating seems to be working so far...

    And thanks for the congrats xx

  16. Ayak: Something you might find interesting.

    Quiches from Kitty xx

  17. Thanks Kitty xxx

    Did you get my email?

  18. I guess he is a kind of an antisocial-spammer, both of what I'd mentioned above. Do you know turkish

    How did Aykut find you? must have searched turkish blog somewhere! I have a idea to sort this one out... how about changing your blog name? How about 'Smirkish Delight' instead of turkish delight? huh?

  19. Mel: He's only posted twice..each time the comments were just political stuff...I imagine its a standard post that he's just copied and pasted all over the place, in the hope he'll get political support I guess.

    My Turkish isn't brilliant, but sufficient to understand what he's trying to do. I don't object to political comments where they are appropriate...and my blog is English and there is no point in someone posting in a different language. I told him this..but I have a feeling he probably doesn't understand English anyway.

    I don't know how he found me...pot luck I would imagine. I understand what you mean about changing the name of my blog, but I don't see why I should. If I do, then it's giving in isn't it?

  20. Dear Ayak.
    Re: your question about receiving your e-mail. No, I didn't get it and I went back through everything and found nothing, not even in spam. (Unless the subject line had to do with Vi@gr@, a genuine fake Rolex, growing several inches 4 her delight, cheap Vicodin or helping out some poor Nigerian... if so, it was deleted.)
    Could you try again, please?

    Kind regards, Kitty x


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