I was very young but it seemed every woman wore a dress....men wore suit coats and ties to church...I can still smell the coffee grounds being ground up at the A&P....
Only loose women wore red.
My neighbor was scandalized that a couple let their kid wear blue jeans to church -— in the late 70’s! (Congregational)
I remember the breaking of the vacuum seal on cans of Maxwell House coffee. WHOOSH and that wonderful aroma released into the room. Mom winding the key to open the can. Then the electric percolator singing and bubbling the brewed coffee.
And, of course, dad’s collection of old coffee cans in the garage holding all his nails, screws, nuts and bolts. Plastic “Storage systems” that interlocked together and lids that could not pop open hadn’t been invented yet. Woe to you if you dropped a coffee can of nuts and bolts, too!
I wear a suit and tie to church. I probably stand out like a sore thumb, but I don't care. I know God accepts us just as we are, but out of love and respect for God we should go before him wearing the best that we have. Not every man can afford to run out and buy a suit these days, but even slacks, a clean shirt, and a tie (easily found at a second-hand store) is an upgrade from the sandals, cargo shorts and wife-beater shirts I often see there. And, yes, I wish women would wear dresses more often. I appreciate the ones that do.
I wear a suit and tie to church. I probably stand out like a sore thumb, but I don't care. I know God accepts us just as we are, but out of love and respect for God we should go before him wearing the best that we have. Not every man can afford to run out and buy a suit these days, but even slacks, a clean shirt, and a tie (easily found at a second-hand store) is an upgrade from the sandals, cargo shorts and wife-beater shirts I often see there. And, yes, I wish women would wear dresses more often. I appreciate the ones that do.
“I can still smell the coffee grounds being ground up at the A&P....”
I’d forgotten that. In the coffee aisle, Dad would put a bag under the grinder and the beans were freshly ground. The smell was heavenly.
“I can still smell the coffee grounds being ground up at the A&P....”
I’d forgotten that. In the coffee aisle, Dad would put a bag under the grinder and the beans were freshly ground. The smell was heavenly.