Remembering meals at the supper table

We were having supper one evening, my daughter, her husband, and of course my dog. He sits and waits to see who’s going to give him a bite. We were having tacos with lettuce, tomato, hamburger, cheese and sour cream. The only thing there he got was lettuce. He loves that and baby spinach.
Anyway, I asked my kids if they remembered sitting at the supper table growing up. They told a few stories, because they remembered meal time. My daughter remembered eating with Grandma and Grandpa, my folks, more than at home.

I can’t remember anything about mealtime when I was younger. I have the white kitchen table we sat at but don’t remember where I sat at the table. I guess the only meal I really remember is the one where Mother cooked the two banty roosters I got for Easter one year. Mother had to kill them because they flogged the kids coming home from school as they walked past our house. The kids' parents kept calling and complaining, so she had to get rid of them. Into the stew pot and she made noodles. I couldn't eat supper when I found out it was meat from my chickens. Or I only remember that meal because the family talked about it. &nbsp;&nbsp;<ahref=""><spanstyl... 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">To view more, please log in or subscribe to the digital edition.</span></a></p>