Growing up in the south, some of the best times as a family were around the kitchen table as we shared a meal together. It was a time of great food, conversation and fellowship. It was also very loud. Why? Because everybody was talking at the same time usually. The number of conversations going on at any one time depended on the number of people at the table.
But the center piece of the table was the food. Not gourmet food either, but some of the best tasting, simple food you could imagine. Everything from fried chicken to fresh vegetables that had just been picked from the garden the day before. By the way, the chicken had run around in the yard the day before too.
Every Sunday, we went to my grandmothers for Sunday dinner. She always had a table full of food. She expected whoever showed up to eat all of it. Of course as soon as dinner was finished, we would place a tablecloth over the table with the food still on it.
The adults would go and sit in the living room for more conversation, all us kids would go out into the yard and run and play, no video games back then. Many times about middle of the afternoon we would slip back in the house, lift the corner of the tablecloth up, and get us a cold piece of chicken and a cold biscuit. There is nothing better.
The tradition continues today. Almost every Sunday after church, my family heads over to my mom’s house for Sunday dinner. Now its my mom and dad, my 2 daughters and their husbands, and of course our 2 grandsons who are always the center of attention. We are all trying to eat healthier these days, so we don’t have fried foods as much either. But there is still nothing better for Sunday dinner than good food, and good conversation.
That is one of my favorite childhood memories. What are some of your favorite memories? List them in the comments below.