The Demise Of Sunday Clothes

On Easter morning, my brother and I would be adorned in white or pastel clothing. My mother would coordinate our families’ outfits so that we looked like a coordinated family unit. This was the bane of my father’s existence, but he relented and did his part to maintain peace. My mother would begin the end-of-summer ritual two weeks before school started. She would load my brother and me into our K-Car and zip us off to the mall to purchase our school clothes. This was when we would get the clothes we wanted, especially the shoes. The only caveat was that we could only wear them on the first day of school. Violating this solemn rule could and would result in a spanking. <a href="https://garrickmcfadden.medium.com/the-demise-of-sunday-clothes-8591e27bed2b">Click Here</a>