How would one know/find out this detail about communion cups??? 
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Why the prohibition on Sunday School?
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Growing up catholic, we went to ccd after school (Tuesdays, 4 pm, although there was a Sunday option). I recently learned that now it’s only on Sundays (my husband and I, and all of our kids, went on Tuesdays). There is only 1 communion cup for wine. My dad was Methodist (grandparents weren’t initially happy with the marriage) so I went to Sunday school there.
My mother was a little OCD and she had a thing about all dresser drawers having things neatly folded. I didn’t share that and still do not.
One evening in high school, I went out. We lived in an apartment and ours was the very last one down a long hallway. When I got home…ALL (and I mean all) of the things in my dresser drawers were piled up…in the hallway.
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Not so much me, but my parents had a habit of calling me early on Saturday or Sunday morning during college, which my roommates were not thrilled about – to the point where they threatened (and carried out) a “code red”.
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No idea. I know there was a directory of the “one cup” churches. It was usually well-known which churches were. I’m not sure what happened in this case.
The church believes that everyone should meet together and not be separated. Also, God forbid that a woman teach kids. 
Sorry for going off-topic. You can see it was my major sore spot with my childhood!
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I grew up in a very working class suburb of NYC, on Long Island. (Hint: Billy Joel was in high school chorus with me.) Every Wednesday, almost all the students went to catechism, leaving behind a very small number of Protestant and Jewish kids.
The district government was very politicized, and for a couple of years in junior high, after the Pledge of Allegiance, everyone (not me!) recited the Lord’s Prayer which, of course, is not a Jewish prayer. It felt very wrong to me. My mother had been a Holocaust refugee (thankfully arrived in NYC in 1939 before the Nazis invaded Danzig but after Jews were isolated and stigmatized) and she did not want to call attention to us as a Jewish family. Very screwed up for myself and my brothers though.
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I’m in northeast NJ, so similar to LI. This year is the first year that our schools are closed for one Jewish holiday. There are 10 Catholic Churches within 2 miles, no Temples in town. It’s always bothered me hearing folks say that we need to get back to businesses being closed on Sundays like in the past, to focus on family and prayer. I live very close to predominantly Hasidic and Orthodox Jewish towns. My local grocery store has a kosher aisle.
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Back to topic—-my parents both smoked and did so while driving and kept the windows rolled up, ugh. Not sure how they ever thought that was ok.
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I wonder what percentage of adults had this lovely experience. Fortunately my mom quit when I was in HS, my dad insisted he wouldn’t stop smoking in his home when I was pregnant with my first and lived a 5 minute walk from their home, but after smoking for 35 years he quit, cold turkey, without a single complaint, when his granddaughter was born.
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My father did the same! Since my dad was on the older side, he had been smoking 45+ years, and quit cold turkey when my first child was born. I was shocked, I never thought I’d see the day!
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Looks like lots of the comments here mention:
- Religion and derived rules.
- Smoking and implied secondhand smoke involuntary smoking.
- Hair and clothing styles.
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I used to share clothes with my mom. I was not a smoker, but grew up with her being a smoker. I’m SURE my teachers in HS thought I was one of “those” kids (who would sneak out to smoke).
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Ooh—how about a parent driving under the influence. That was sure fun. And pretty common in the ‘60’s and ‘70’s.
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So not cool. Fortunately my parents didn’t drink.
I was in the car with my father in the summer of 1965; he was driving south on I95 at around 60 miles an hour. This was in the day when there were token booths along the highway, so every 20 or so miles you had to slow down to pay the toll. Except as we approached a toll, he wasn’t slowing down. I said, “Daddy, there’s a toll.” And he suddenly slowed down. Turns out he was – not drunk, but certainly buzzed. He completely quit drinking right after that. It scared the ---- out of him.
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My dad did occasionally and my uncle did lots. And not much a 10 year old can do about it.
That’s why I don’t drink at all.
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My dad drove drunk with us in the car all the time. He only had one friend who would insist on taking the keys and forced us to sleep over night. It was terrifying especially as we got old enough to understand what was happening.
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