we shopped on Saturday, Dad would always come because my Mom had polio when she was little and could not walk and put groceries in the cart without his help, she liked the cart because it gave her support. We did no business on Sunday, it was church and Sunday dinner day. No one wore their pajamas in the house, it was straight to the bathroom, get changed, and come for breakfast dressed. I kid the workmen who come to my house now in shorts.Dad always said working men do not wear shorts, period, if they did, they were not working hard enough, as shorts were not appropriate for labor, and certainly not for business. Pajamas were taken off and folded and put under the pillow for bedtime. I was not allowed to go outdoors on Saturday to play, until I did my Saturday chores, which were dusting, vacuming, and stripping the bedding for laundrey and remaking my bed. I yearned to be outdoors more than anything, so I got done quick. Saturdays lunch was always "deli", cold meat and baked beans. The childrens Mass was earlier than the regular Mass, at 8am, so there was no sleeping in on Sunday, which I always resented the Protestants for, because they got to go to church at 10 or 11. I told my Mom I was wondering about turning Lutheran because of that. You can imagine how that went over, with my Irish Catholic Mom!