Steve Kroll
Wine Guy
Yeah, I wish I could call my folks, too. Sadly, they've both been gone for many years. But I miss them and think about them often.
I have voice mails that my dad and mom left me saved. I never delete them when I clear my vm. My parents are still alive, but because I live so far away, I don't see them often. I miss going for walks in the woods with my dad, fishing, picking wild asparagus, taking my mom out for lunch, taking her shopping...and, I miss my mom because her dementia has turned her into a new person. When the DH's mom passed away in May, the first thing he said was "I'm going to miss her." And he does.Yeah, I wish I could call my folks, too. Sadly, they've both been gone for many years. But I miss them and think about them often.
We had dinner at lunch time when I was a girl. I had dinner at school and my parents and grandparents who were in business had their dinner at lunch time as it fitted in with the salons, the ladies' department being open until about 8pmThe "Tyranny...." thread got me to thinking....what was the 'dinner hour' like when you were growing up? (Or supper....or tea...)
I'll start.... When I was growing up, as far back as I can remember, my dad got home from work at 5 and we had dinner in the dining room at 6 sharp. We all sat together. No phone calls were accepted, and definitely no TV. My brother and I had to ask to be excused from the table when we were done, and take our plates with us to the kitchen.
I remember going to friend's houses occasionally, who were allowed to have dinner on TV trays casually in front of the TV and allowed to take phone calls. I thought that was so strange until I got older. I think I was 10 years old before I ever had a take out pizza.
What were your early years like, regarding your main family meal?
I have my Father's last message to me before he died in 1997 on the mini cassette from my now defunct telephone answering machine. I can't play it any more but it comforts me to know it's there.cws, i thought i was the only nutcase that saves voicemails of loved ones, just for someday, just to hear their voice (again).
i have saved ones from my parents, and a number of them from my boy as he grew up. from barely being able to say words up until he called me with a practical joke then farted into the phone when he was about six. lol, det er gutten min!
finally, my most precious voicemail is from my deceased buddy ozzy. he left it just a few days before he died. he was smoking a joint on a chairlift and decided to call me to let me know just how beautiful the conditions were that day. i was supposed to go with him but couldn't get out of work, so he called and left a voicemail.
i didn't really listen to it the first time as i was busy at work. but a day after he died , i was retrieving voicemails from family and friends about his passing and heard his final message to me: "heyyyy man. what's up? it's sooo beautiful here. <<inhaling...coughing>> it's niiiice! wish you were here. later."
i like to think he was calling me from heaven.
I have my Father's last message to me before he died in 1997 on the mini cassette from my now defunct telephone answering machine. I can't play it any more but it comforts me to know it's there.
Sending my sympathies on the recent loss of your mother.We lived on a small farm when I was growing up but my dad worked in town. We ate dinner when he got home. We didn't have a separate dining room but a very large kitchen with a large dining area. Mom and Dad were quite strict about behavior at the table, but my two sisters and I sometimes got the giggles and had to sit on the back steps until we were over our tickling spell - then we would finish our dinner. The giggles never got us out of eating things we didn't like so we learned to like most everything. My mother always said I ate like a rabbit because I liked all veggies. She lived to be over 96 years old and just passed away a month ago.
You should know by now there are a lot of "nutcases" here at DC! Even though we killed our land-line almost a year ago, the answering machine is still plugged in its spot. Every once in a while I'll play the silly messages our kids have left since we don't see them that often. I'd rather have them at the kitchen table munching on something I made.cws, i thought i was the only nutcase that saves voicemails of loved ones, just for someday, just to hear their voice (again)...
Sorry about your Mom's passing. What a long life she had. Hopefully you're heart is full of wonderful memories..... My mother always said I ate like a rabbit because I liked all veggies. She lived to be over 96 years old and just passed away a month ago.
I don't know why I'm so late to this party! What a great thread and now I've read all the 42 posts with smiles and nods. I feel I know all of you a little better. Great idea Cheryl !!
I was raised in a little house that was attached to our little "Mom and Pop grocery/meat market". Food, and the preparation of it was our world. Our kitchen was the largest room in the house and the window over the sink looked out to the store. Mom or Dad would start something good smelling on the the stove for dinner, and open up the window to make the customers hungry. I think we pioneered the idea of samples given to customers. Both my parents were good cooks and since they never went somewhere else to work, they were always around. I took up cooking very early because of the circumstances. After the store closed at 7pm, the three of us would have dinner at the kitchen table. We always said grace before dinner, holding hands. I have wonderful memories of those days and I'm forever thankful for the parents I had. I was a late in life baby, and I lost them way too soon. To say I still miss them is a given.
I don't know why I'm so late to this party! What a great thread and now I've read all the 42 posts with smiles and nods. I feel I know all of you a little better. Great idea Cheryl !!
I was raised in a little house that was attached to our little "Mom and Pop grocery/meat market". Food, and the preparation of it was our world. Our kitchen was the largest room in the house and the window over the sink looked out to the store. Mom or Dad would start something good smelling on the the stove for dinner, and open up the window to make the customers hungry. I think we pioneered the idea of samples given to customers. Both my parents were good cooks and since they never went somewhere else to work, they were always around. I took up cooking very early because of the circumstances. After the store closed at 7pm, the three of us would have dinner at the kitchen table. We always said grace before dinner, holding hands. I have wonderful memories of those days and I'm forever thankful for the parents I had. I was a late in life baby, and I lost them way too soon. To say I still miss them is a given.