Sunday Evening, March 1
Mother called me in the morning – before church – to see if we still wanted to come for supper since snow and ice was predicted.
Our dad would have been proud of us, because each one said they liked the challenge of driving through snow.
Daddy enjoyed driving in snow.
Our evening drive to her house.
Our step-mother had the table set beautifully.
Some of the dishes belonged to our mother who died when we were young. I am the oldest, and was thirty when she died from cancer.
Mother was busy putting fresh fruit in small dishes when we arrived.
I finished that project while she attended to other things.
Clockwise around the table: Cerwin, Dale, Dot, Tristan (Steve & Brenda’s youngest), Chelsey (Marlin & Nancy’s youngest), Nancy, Marlin, Brenda, Steve, and Mother.
Clair and Kate, we missed you.
My siblings: Dale, Clair, Nancy, and Steve.
Tristan and Chelsey are the only unmarried grandchildren so are invited to this event.
We never lack for conversation.
Following the fresh fruit appetizer, we had baked chicken breast, bread filling, gravy, mixed vegetables, a variety of relishes, and pie and ice cream for dessert.
Cerwin and I both took mince pie, so don’t remember the other choice. We think it was apple.
At the close of each meal she always serves a salty mixture and candy.
Thanks, Mother, we had a wonderful evening.
An elegant-looking dinner!
It was.
That Corning Ware percolator sure brings back memories! My mother had one and I had one and I LOVED it! And the silverware looks a lot like my mother’s, but I don’t think it is the exact pattern.
I think the percolator was my mothers – unless Velma had one like it. I think the silverware is hers, because I have our mother’s.