How They Spent Sunday
While living in Olgod, Danish feminist and novelist, Mathilde Fibiger, “sewed for the farmers, spent her Sundays at the clergyman’s, and maintained her independence.”
Jean Harlow “spent her Sundays having her ash-bIonde hair bleached platinum with a mixture of peroxide, ammonia, Clorox, and Lux flakes.”
In the late 1920s at the Cotton Club in New York, Sunday was a day that most other performers had the day off. So catching the last show on a Sunday night was a real treat for performers. You never knew who or what would happen on stage. That was when Duke Ellington and his orchestra got their start, backing unexpected appearances by the likes of Fred Astaire.
Emily Dickinson famously poeticised her practice of avoiding church on Sabbath–reclaiming that practice as an alternative to spirituality rather than a flight from it in her poem:
|SOME keep the Sabbath going to church;|
|I keep it staying at home,|
|With a bobolink for a chorister,|
|And an orchard for a dome.|
One letter of hers dramatizes how she spent her late childhood Sundays, arguing over the poetic niceties of creation with her brother:
How do you spend Sunday?