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Posted on 09/21/2025 5:55:05 AM PDT by Diana in Wisconsin
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Those are some GREAT memories! Thanks!
My FIL used to do something similar - with his brood of 14 kids! (Blended family; he was widowed and remmaried a number of years later)
There was always a pot of ‘Big John’s Soup’ on the stove and that collected any and all leftovers, too.
Lots and lots of family stories about that never-ending pot of soup, LOL!
It sounds good. I have to confess my “Sunday sauce” usually means commercial BBQ sauce out of a bottle.
Thank you for sharing that. I lost my Dad three years ago now. He was a good guy. :)
Yep. Those were good times. We were expected at the table every evening. Period. Kids visiting told to go home, phone calls were put off, anyone who came to the door was told to come back later. We had to ask permission to leave the table and then clear our plates, leftover food in the garbage, the dishes placed correctly in the sink.
My job was to set the table and it had better be done right placemats, cloth napkins folded correctly, proper placement of cutlery or I’d sternly hear about it.
This was every night! I miss those times.
People don’t eat together any more, so sad. On Sunday growing up the Italians gathered at Grandma’s house - every Sunday around 1pm. We also ate dinner together, at home, every night. Again that does not happen. I know husbands and wives who don’t eat together, so odd.
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