Every Sunday, all stores were closed up tight as a drum. Maybe there were a few gas stations and convenience stores open but that was about it. No department stores, no liquor stores, no supermarkets. People spent the day going to church, going to parks, the beach, or just spending their afternoons on their front porches and backyards.
My father would "barbeque" in the backyard on summer Sunday afternoons. Basically he would throw half a bag of briquets on the grill, pour in half a bottle of lighter fluid and the flames would go 15 feet in the air for a while. He would char hamburgers, hot dogs and sausage. Absolutely blackened meat without even a hint of pink in the middle. All this while he was drinking either Old Milwaukee or Black Label beer. Whatever was on sale at the time. And we ate it all. And we were happy.
Those were the days, my FRiend
We thought they’d never end up
Blue laws in the south also. We had 3 drugstores and 2 gas stations. They took turns. One of each would be open on Sunday. Unheard of to be “open” on Thanksgiving or Christmas. “Christmas parade” was the Saturday *after* Thanksgiving. And the first day of deer hunting season was and still is an “unofficial” holiday. ;)
actually it was a good time. Lasted here until mid seventies.
Liked it.
Dad always charged the bbq chicken no beer involved just sauce it will it’s cooking and that fries it good. We loved it.