Sunday as I was getting caught up on my cleaning and laundry I started thinking about the days when Sundays were strictly reserved for family time.
As a child Sunday was always the day that you just hung out at the house as a big meal was being prepared. My parents tiny kitchen became a busy assembly line while the younger ones stayed out of the way. Unfortunately, I never got the opportunity to partake in the preparation of our Sunday meals, but some of my best childhood memories are from our Sunday dinners.
This tradition continued when I had my children. We always knew that on Sunday at 11 o'clock we went to my parents home for some good old southern cooking. There were many times that we felt it was a chore to get there, but we always showed up, and was always on time. As I look back I'm not sure if we made the effort to attend out of respect, or if it was just following years of tradition. I do know at times it wasn't the company, but back then we followed the rule if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all... so you didn't. It was just time spent together as a family no matter what your feelings or opinion was of another. You sat as a family with the food playing the role of the healer and the the peace maker. There's something to be said about family dinners.
For all of you that have managed to keep Sunday as a day for family - I applaud you. I think for most, the good old days of family dinners are gone.
Grandpa Tell Me Bout The Good Old Days, by The Judds http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E88RUqyjts This song always reminds me of what life once was for most of us.
As a child Sunday was always the day that you just hung out at the house as a big meal was being prepared. My parents tiny kitchen became a busy assembly line while the younger ones stayed out of the way. Unfortunately, I never got the opportunity to partake in the preparation of our Sunday meals, but some of my best childhood memories are from our Sunday dinners.
This tradition continued when I had my children. We always knew that on Sunday at 11 o'clock we went to my parents home for some good old southern cooking. There were many times that we felt it was a chore to get there, but we always showed up, and was always on time. As I look back I'm not sure if we made the effort to attend out of respect, or if it was just following years of tradition. I do know at times it wasn't the company, but back then we followed the rule if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all... so you didn't. It was just time spent together as a family no matter what your feelings or opinion was of another. You sat as a family with the food playing the role of the healer and the the peace maker. There's something to be said about family dinners.
For all of you that have managed to keep Sunday as a day for family - I applaud you. I think for most, the good old days of family dinners are gone.
Grandpa Tell Me Bout The Good Old Days, by The Judds http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E88RUqyjts This song always reminds me of what life once was for most of us.
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