Yeah, those General Mom troop recalls always came at an inopportune time- just as we were beginning to roll back the huns....
Hahaha...my mom had a bell on the back porch.
When she rang, you had to go. No questions asked, because it was dinner.
Later, when we went back out, it was 9:00. Funny, my parents didn’t brook being late for dinner, but later in the evening if you came in ten or fifteen minutes late, it was no big deal.
Dinner was different.