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Things in life I find annoying - or not- Sundays with Mom

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Earlier this week the Daily Post topic suggestion was how would you spend a Sunday. Instead I want to share some memories of spending Sundays with my Mom.  There is nothing bugging me today!

I grew up in a large family, Mom, Dad and 8 kids – I was number 7. There is a 20 year difference between the oldest and youngest in the family and I have a niece who is just 8 years younger than me.

As each grew up and eventually moved out, Sunday afternoons were usually spent at Mom and Dad’s.

One thing you need to understand is that Mom always prepared a big Sunday lunch, never dinner. Even during the holidays like Christmas and Easter it was always lunch and never dinner. Because of this every holiday felt like a Sunday at Mom’s.

For the holiday meals, food preparation usually started the day before and she was up at 5 or 6 in the morning preparing the food for the family lunch. At one point, it wasn’t unusual to have anywhere from 24 – 30 people for lunch with all the  husbands, wives and grandchildren.

This meant a lot of cooking for her but everyone so enjoyed her meals that she loved to cook for everyone. There was always plenty of food to go around, Mom made sure of that! Leftovers were carefully packaged as each family member left the house.  She had to keep buying storage containers because sometimes it would take forever before they finally made it back to her kitchen cabinets.

Seating such a large group was always a challenge and thank goodness the kitchen and dining room were side by side. We added the extra leaves to both tables but there still wasn’t enough room. Two or three kids would usually end up sitting at a small kitchen table that my brothers and I sat at when we were kids.

Things in life I find annoying - Sausage MakingThe table is over 40 years old and was well used. It is one of the old arborite ones and was ideal for Mom to sit at. Yes, she would sit on the small chairs at the table when she made her homemade salami and sausages. It was really the only table where she could attach her manual meat grinder.

We would have to gather chairs from all over the house and some always ended up sitting on stools. But no one complained as long as they had a seat to enjoy Mom’s food. There was also plenty of my Dad’s homemade wine to drink with several trips to the cold cellar to retrieve more.

Quite often, Sunday lunch turned into an all day affair and some of us would end up staying for dinner too! This meant no leftovers to take home but that was fine. All Mom cared about is that the food was eaten.  She would say – Mangia! Mangia!

But it wasn’t enough to just eat the leftovers, Mom would slice up some of her homemade salami, bring out the cheese and olives and usually make a tomato salad.

There was always something to eat at Mom’s. She could put together a meal in no time. Ah, the memories – I miss you Mom.

There is nothing bugging me today!


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  1. January 30, 2011 at 10:55 AM

    What a beautiful story.

    I would have loved to have been a guest at one of your family get togethers. They sound so blissful and full of all the best things in life.

    And as for Italian cooking – belissimo! Hope I’ve spelt that right! 🙂

    Enjoy your Sunday x

    • January 30, 2011 at 11:02 AM

      Thanks Juls. We would often have unexpected guests too but they were always welcome at Mom’s. You came close – Bellissimo! Enjoy the rest of your weekend. 🙂

  2. January 30, 2011 at 3:19 PM

    Sweet memories for you Rose – it sounds so perfect and right!
    I remember the same happening in our family in Scotland, but on a smaller scale. It was a good time for the whole family to all be together at the table and talk – sadly it doesn’t happen much today, more’s the pity. But we still have our memories.

    • January 30, 2011 at 3:50 PM

      Hi Barb, We had some good times around the table. It was nice in the summer when we could barbecue and eat outside. Mom only ever cooked in the kitchen and Dad handled the barbecue. Shared duties all around. 🙂

  3. January 30, 2011 at 4:53 PM

    What a lovely story. Mums are so special, often always in the background never complaining but keeping the cogs turning. Sounds like you had some wonderful times together.

    • January 30, 2011 at 4:59 PM

      Oh, she could complain when she needed to. We had great times together and she’s left me with beautiful memories. 🙂

  4. January 30, 2011 at 5:30 PM

    *sigh* This reminds me of our family gatherings when my Grandma was alive. Wasn’t that long ago either.

  5. January 30, 2011 at 6:45 PM

    What a great story Rose…you can borrow my “teleport” 🙂

    • January 30, 2011 at 6:48 PM

      Thanks, that’s great! You’re going to have to tell me how to use it, that’s a new one for me. 😉

  6. January 31, 2011 at 12:31 AM

    What a great story 🙂 thanks for sharing …

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