Saturday mornings were spent as my mother's indentured servant. Housework, laundry, cleaning out the fridge, basically whatever she wanted done. My dad worked in the yard or on a car, when I was finished I could go help him. Saturday nights dad usually had something up his sleeve, an Angels baseball game, roller derby at the fabulous Olympic auditorium, a night of figure 8 car races and demolition derby at Ascot, or a trip to the Griffith Park Observatory. I loved these events with my dad, best times ever! Sundays were church days, sunday school at 9 am, church service at 10:30, family dinner at 3, then back for Sunday evening church at 7. I hated going to church, well except for the singing part, I always liked that.

Saturday mornings were spent as my mother's indentured servant. Housework, laundry, cleaning out the fridge, basically whatever she wanted done.

Same here, once my paper route was done. My brothers were my dad's indentured servants, doing the yard work. Once were we done with our chores, though, the rest of the day was pretty much ours. Riding our bikes down to the beach or the park, or going downtown to the movies. The Capital Theatre is long gone, now, replaced by a parking lot for the hoity-toity restaurant where the Office Cafe used to be.

But yeah, those were the days. We didn't go to 2 services at church, just the morning one after sunday school. Dinner at 4, in our house. After that was the Wonderful World of Disney, followed by Bonanza. (Such a crush I had on Little Joe!)

Flynne, I loved Wonderful World of Disney. It was a rare Sunday that we missed evening services, but when we did, it was bliss!

Saturday am was usually chores unless we had a day trip planned, we went on a lot of those. After that, playing outside. Sunday was church all am, family dinner, church again in evening, followed by white-glove room inspections by dad. Often a family movie on Friday. I am old enough to remember renting a VCR with the movie :)

My weekends and evenings were spent helping my father in his auto repair business. I absolutely hated helping him then, but today I'm grateful for the opportunity to learn a useful trade.

It depended on the weekend. Sometimes my parents had things for me to do. Sometimes we went to visit family. Sometimes I could sleep late and play video games. Sunday morning was church with Dad.

My parents were British, so we spent every Sunday morning at Rossmoor Lanes breakfast bowling!

After our usual chores, we were expected to not come back until dinner, so we did things unthinkable these days: rode our bikes about 7 miles to the beach, picked up a baseball game at school, climbed things, explored...

I feel kinda bad for kids nowdays- they can be in a really cool setting but mostly they are glued to their phones or video games.

(My 9 year old got picked up in a stretch limo last week for a child's birthday party. I can't imagine such a thing occurring in my childhood.)

PS- oops- I didn't see the "high school" part of Amy's question. By 16 I was working and had a car and my Dad was dead.

During high school. My mother pretty much did what she wanted. I was usually working as a dishwasher and cook's assistant in the restaurant downstairs.

My parents worked around the house on Saturday. Sunday was church and then often times family dinner at gramma's. Otherwise it was work around the house. Not that the house needed it all the time...
In High School during the winter I was at School activities most Friday night and Saturdays. During the Spring, Summer and Fall I mowed grass etc for the neighbors for money.

When I was a kid, I did mostly light chores around the house, empty the waste baskets, wash the dishes, scrub the kitchen floor. Dig dandelions out of the lawn.

When I was 17, my father broke his ankle, and then the work really began.

Also,my father ran his own business from home, and he mostly worked on the weekends.

1. Opening my bedroom door and snarling, "GET UP. You've got a lot of work to do around here!" Or just waking me up with a belt to the legs or torso. Beating the shit out of me and my brother.

2. Smoking huge amounts of pot.

3. Attending my brother's baseball/basketball/football games. Taking me to academic competitions at certain times of the year, before I was old enough to drive.

4. Cooking dinner on Sunday.

5. Doing volunteer work.

It didn't occur to me until I wrote this list just how normal it may all have appeared to outsiders.

Ha! "It builds character" was my mom's favorite expression when I was a kid. When I was in high school, my parents spent their weekends at our various sporting events, chauffeuring us to/chaperoning parent-approved activities, and making sure our chores and homework were done. You know, parenting.

In retrospect, I was very lucky, but when I was a teen I hated it that I had a curfew, had to earn my own spending money, wasn't allowed to dress how I wanted, wasn't allowed to go to concerts without an adult, etc. All things my friends were allowed to do. One time I asked my mom why she couldn't just be cool like some other moms. She said, "I'm not your friend, I'm your mother!"

One year on my birthday, around my 30th, my mom gave me a card that said something like, "I'm so glad to be your mother and your friend." I was so touched by that, because I knew she meant it.