|One of many holiday dinners at Wenonah (Brother Adam was taking the pic)|
During dinner, the conversation was loud and lively, with each of us recounting what happened that day. We were not a big "grace" family. I only remember saying "grace" a handfull of times, usually when the grandparents were visiting. Mom and Dad were big on the communication. They would ask , "What did you do today? What did you learn?" in between telling us to eat our peas, get our elbows off the table, or to stop kicking each other.
|Mom's Birthday Dinner at Lake Wynonah|
The breakfast room, where we ate most meals, served as a gathering spot for the day's activities. Mom and Dad had their first cup of coffee there. Mom, her first smoke of the morning. It was a perfect place to talk on the phone as the phone cord stretched right around from the kitchen to Mom's seat. We worked on homework there, art projects, watched TV on the small black and white, or Dad read The Gloucester County Times. On different occasions our parents sat in the breakfast room waiting for us to get home late after our 1 AM curfew. You know if you only saw Mom's cigarette burning in the pitch black darkness, she was there waiting and boy, were you in trouble!
|Celebrating John's Dad's 90th birthday, another great meal and memory with family around the dining room table|
|Dinner in 2011 with Dad, myself, and my other mom, Martha, who is an incredible cook and inspiration as well|
|Lunch with Dad and Sheryl in 2011. We were having lunch with our friends, the Roosevelt Elk of Northern California!|