Sunday School.

I don't think I had even been inside a church until at about 8 I was sent to my Aunt who lived in a small village for a weeks holiday every Summer . She sent me along on Sunday along with my cousin to the local church, I remember being terrified of the whole thing I had no clue what was going on, now I realise it wasn't a happy smiley church everything was strict and serious. I hated that part of my holiday.

No I never went to Sunday school

I only went to Sunday School a few times. I absolutely hated it and refused to go again. My mother despaired of me, but gave in gracefully.

I was brought up Catholic so no Sunday school for me either

Hear the pennies dropping,
Listen while they fall.
Every one for Jesus,
He will get them all

I always wondered why Jesus who, as far as I could tell was
'Above the bright blue sky' and definitely 'A friend for little children' was going to do with all those pennies. He couldn't buy anything with them not in the bright blue sky anyway.
I must have only been about three or four and was obviously over thinking things even then.

We also took one old penny for the collection and another for a Missionary society and we would get a postage stamp size photograph of a foreign child which was called a sunny smile.
Our pennies were supposed to go to them.

My brother and I did the rounds of Sunday Schools in our town. My mother was Welsh chapel so we didn't go to CoE church but I recall going to The Congregational church, the Baptist church and the Methodist church. We, along with other children, got thrown out of that one for throwing paper balls from the balcony at the ladies down below in their Sunday hats.

We took an old penny for collection, as I recall. I didn't enjoy it much, it was pretty boring. We'd go home and mum would have Sunday dinner on the table.

In the afternoons, if my dad was home (he worked shifts) we'd go out somewhere in the car. That was nice.

I was brought up as a Methodist as well. Chapel in the morning and evening and Sunday School in the afternoon. No activities allowed as annsixty said, no shopping, cleaning, playing of games etc. We were allowed to go for a walk or read. Mother cooked the Sunday lunch so no respite for her. I remember my parents social life revolving around chapel activities, choir practices bible study womens group.
Does anyone remember the annual Sunday School treat where we all went off for the day in a charabanc. I still have a couple of books I received as prizes for perfect Sunday School attendance.

Sundays were sooooooo boring when I was young. The Sunday School was very close to our house and we went every Sunday morning. I think my parent's used it as a way of getting rid of us while Mum did the lunch - not sure what Dad did.

All the children in the village went either to the same one as us or the one in the Church Hall at the other end of our very long village.

I loved it and showed some aptitude so the wonderful Dr McLean took me under his wing. He was a medical doctor and also a doctor of divinity and everyone loved him. He was a real Christian. He had an exotic wife (well, she was the daughter of his housekeeper from his time in the Middle East!!) and he drove a big American car.

The rest of Sunday was very long and uneventful.

Went every Sunday morning, the first part was in the chapel , every child stood and delivered the verse they had learned whilst adults listens, the pastor gave a children's talk, then a child's hymn , we then went to the Sunday school class at the back of the chapel , had bible study and chat then collected by parents after their service ended, all walked home together. I loved it.

I loved Sunday school and bible stories. I joined the choir when I was a bit older and then went three times on Sundays as I loved the little church. It all stopped when I found boys at 15!
I would love to go back to the Church now but I'm old fashioned and like Prayer Book services and the King James bible which seem to have been abandoned. Gransnetters may remember my horror of finding the Rector had dressed up as Darth Vader to deliver the Christmas morning service - I was devasted and I'm not often. I expect to be told to 'get with it' now.

We have photos of us dressed up in our little dresses and hats from Sunday school, which we attended on Sundays at the Anglican church in the village. I vaguely remember learning about a few Bible stories and having a book to stick pictures in (the size of large stamps).

Later we went to a Catholic convent (credited with the best 11+ results, so our parents sent us there from age 9-11), whree of course, religious education was considered very important, so Sunday school would have been superfluous. I used to go to the chapel on my own every lunch time! During those years, our Sundays were spent having riding lessons, while Dad went to the pub.

hilda was the supper cold meat from the roast and pickles?
Ours was every week.

I went to the Methodist chapel every Sunday morning with my sisters, Dad and Grandparents. My Mother stayed at home and made the roast dinner. We went back to Sunday School at 2:00pm. We wore our Sunday best dresses, and were only allowed out in the back garden. In the evening my Mother and Dad went to Church, and sometimes we went with them, but mostly stayed at home (when we were old enough). We were given the task of preparing the Sunday evening supper. Before going to bed we had to polish our school shoes in preparation for the next day!