I have agreed to participate in the 10-Day 5-Min writing challenge. This challenge is sponsored by Kate Motaung and all the info you need to join in can be found HERE! She gives a topic for each day and you spend 5 minutes writing about whatever comes to mind on that subject.
TABLE
This word conjures up a lot of thoughts so which way do I take it?
I could say, "Let's just 'TABLE' this topic" and move on to tomorrow's subject. And that is a thought since I'm a day behind on this challenge.
Or I could bring up all sorts of nightmares remembering how hard my dad worked with me on learning the multiplication TABLES. Bless his heart! He was so patient with this mathematically challenged daughter.
Speaking of memories, I will mention some of the most pleasant ones that involve sitting around the TABLE at meal times. When I was growing up, there were no meals taken to the den or bedroom, or other location. No sir, we all sat together at the table in the kitchen and behaved ourselves.
Our mother was rather strict although a very fun-loving person as well. She had this idea that we were to be little ladies and sit properly and have proper discussions and conversations at the TABLE. We were to use proper manners and speech at all times. However, our ever-so-jovial father often had other ideas. When he got tickled about something, there was no stopping his laughter and that in itself would get us girls started. It wouldn't take long before Mother would soon be joining us. All decorum was forgotten. I cannot recall one single unhappy incident around the TABLE as I was growing up.
When I had a family, this was also my goal. It did not always work so idealic though. Dick often had meetings at night or traveled. As the kids got older, they had activities in the evening and often meals were eaten where ever one happened to be.
At least a couple nights a week we did try to eat together at the TABLE around a meal consisting of an entree, two veggies, a salad and sometimes a dessert. Because that was the way it was done!
Many of our meal-time conversations were based on John's exploits as a Veterinarian Assistant. He delighted in trying to turn his younger sister's stomach and often succeeded, until she decided to not give him the pleasure.
What about TABLE games! We have always enjoyed playing games with family and friends around the table and still do.
Once a quarter, our church family gathers around The Lord's TABLE as we share the ordinance of communion together.
As a whole, the topic of TABLE evokes very pleasant memories for me. What about you?
TABLE
This word conjures up a lot of thoughts so which way do I take it?
I could say, "Let's just 'TABLE' this topic" and move on to tomorrow's subject. And that is a thought since I'm a day behind on this challenge.
Or I could bring up all sorts of nightmares remembering how hard my dad worked with me on learning the multiplication TABLES. Bless his heart! He was so patient with this mathematically challenged daughter.
Speaking of memories, I will mention some of the most pleasant ones that involve sitting around the TABLE at meal times. When I was growing up, there were no meals taken to the den or bedroom, or other location. No sir, we all sat together at the table in the kitchen and behaved ourselves.
Our mother was rather strict although a very fun-loving person as well. She had this idea that we were to be little ladies and sit properly and have proper discussions and conversations at the TABLE. We were to use proper manners and speech at all times. However, our ever-so-jovial father often had other ideas. When he got tickled about something, there was no stopping his laughter and that in itself would get us girls started. It wouldn't take long before Mother would soon be joining us. All decorum was forgotten. I cannot recall one single unhappy incident around the TABLE as I was growing up.
When I had a family, this was also my goal. It did not always work so idealic though. Dick often had meetings at night or traveled. As the kids got older, they had activities in the evening and often meals were eaten where ever one happened to be.
At least a couple nights a week we did try to eat together at the TABLE around a meal consisting of an entree, two veggies, a salad and sometimes a dessert. Because that was the way it was done!
Many of our meal-time conversations were based on John's exploits as a Veterinarian Assistant. He delighted in trying to turn his younger sister's stomach and often succeeded, until she decided to not give him the pleasure.
What about TABLE games! We have always enjoyed playing games with family and friends around the table and still do.
Once a quarter, our church family gathers around The Lord's TABLE as we share the ordinance of communion together.
As a whole, the topic of TABLE evokes very pleasant memories for me. What about you?
I had to laugh at your son trying to turn his sister's stomach from all his war stories at the Vet's. Have a wonderful weekend, Libby.
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