Every Saturday started with my father calling up the stairs to our bedrooms with the question, “Who wants mom to make pancakes?!” To which we would all cheer, “We do”!
I’m a little behind in my reading but again enjoyed another post “Sunday Supper” mom played for two services on Sunday but there was always a roast beef dinner at noon. I remember Sunday supper as jello and open face sandwiches and very relaxed. We didn’t have to eat at the table and you’re right, I don’t remember saying prayers before hand. Here’s my dilemma now….. dinner was always on Sunday noon, lunch was at noon the rest of the days and the evening was supper. Now my kids don’t use the word supper and so when they invite us for dinner I feel I need to wait until Sunday!!🥰
Sunday Supper is a delightful read! The typical Saturday and Sunday are very heartwarming memories of home. The Saturday zoo visit, getting mom to make pancakes. I remember her getting out of bed, hearing that dad was enlisting the children to remind its time for pancakes! I think we 3 girls all know mom was cleaning while we were at the zoo. But she might have been savoring some quiet time with her coffee.
Another hilarious chapter. My dad would also regularly bring us to Como Zoo to give my mom a break. And, on one of those "give mom a break" trips, I was also lost at Como Zoo. I remember being terrified but, thank goodness, a zoo worker quickly came to my rescue. The part you write about your sister, Becky, "chewing casually like livestock" is too funny. And our family also had a "all bets are off" type of suppers on Sunday night while sitting around the tiny black and white TV watching "Lassie" and "Bonanza" and eating pizza or potpies. I still love potpies too.
I still love pot pies today. I usually get the one from Costco that they make or even the Marie calendar's frozen ones. with some slap your mama on both of them.
I’m a little behind in my reading but again enjoyed another post “Sunday Supper” mom played for two services on Sunday but there was always a roast beef dinner at noon. I remember Sunday supper as jello and open face sandwiches and very relaxed. We didn’t have to eat at the table and you’re right, I don’t remember saying prayers before hand. Here’s my dilemma now….. dinner was always on Sunday noon, lunch was at noon the rest of the days and the evening was supper. Now my kids don’t use the word supper and so when they invite us for dinner I feel I need to wait until Sunday!!🥰
Sunday Supper is a delightful read! The typical Saturday and Sunday are very heartwarming memories of home. The Saturday zoo visit, getting mom to make pancakes. I remember her getting out of bed, hearing that dad was enlisting the children to remind its time for pancakes! I think we 3 girls all know mom was cleaning while we were at the zoo. But she might have been savoring some quiet time with her coffee.
Another hilarious chapter. My dad would also regularly bring us to Como Zoo to give my mom a break. And, on one of those "give mom a break" trips, I was also lost at Como Zoo. I remember being terrified but, thank goodness, a zoo worker quickly came to my rescue. The part you write about your sister, Becky, "chewing casually like livestock" is too funny. And our family also had a "all bets are off" type of suppers on Sunday night while sitting around the tiny black and white TV watching "Lassie" and "Bonanza" and eating pizza or potpies. I still love potpies too.
I love this chapter! Not exactly the format of our Sunday suppers, but the Sunday TV after dinner definitely brings back memories. 😇
I still love pot pies today. I usually get the one from Costco that they make or even the Marie calendar's frozen ones. with some slap your mama on both of them.
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