Moving to Pennsylvania has been a new world to me in many ways. I left the mostly flat, wide open spaces of Kansas, to hills and curves, trees and rivers. Still haven’t figured out just what a “borough” or “holler” is!
In Kansas, hot is well, hot! Summer means 100 degrees. Here in Pennsylvania, my grass is still green, without the use of sprinklers. And my geraniums are dying from too much water…rain, that is!
But one of the major differences that I’ve noticed is this: In Kansas Sunday mornings are holy. Sunday mornings are for going to church. Maybe the restaurant and grocery store are open, but people don’t schedule things on Sunday mornings.
Here in Pennsylvania, Sunday mornings are for…wait, get this…Flea Markets! I’m not kidding, have just read a list of over 20 flea markets this morning. They are everywhere, and hey, a lot of fun. So for me, I still go to church, early church…then head to the flea markets. But it saddens me that here, Sunday mornings have been overtaken by flea markets.
And it makes me very proud to be a Kansan, where Sunday mornings are all about going to church.