Keeping the Sabbath day holy always included an afternoon nap. Mama and Daddy would be in their bedroom...sleeping! Sissy(Deborah Jane Seymour MacKay) and I would be in our bedroom. Rather, we were supposed to be...in the bed.
One Sunday afternoon, Daddy was roused from his nap by a loud knock at the door. "Rev., do you have a missing child?" the stranger asked. "There's a naked one on the roof!"
Sissy had opened the window and gone out on the roof in her underwear. I was, of course, beckoning her from the open window. We both were in big trouble.
When you're 4 and 5 years old, naps feel like punishment. Now they are a luxury. Sunday is definitely not holy if I don't get a nap.
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