When family’s ate together.

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When hubby is off.. we eat together.. no cell phone allowed. The tv is on in the family room but there is still conversation. When we go out to eat, the same applies, no cell phone allowed.
 
Growing up my family sat in the kitchen eating our dinners. In the later years my Dad had a tv in every room including the kitchen and he loved watching "The life of Riley". Of course on every show William Bendix said "You dirty rat" and my Dad would get made. When I married and had children we all sat at the kitchen table for dinner and just talked about our days.
 
Growing up, our family always had dinner together at the kitchen table~everyday. Same for my husband's upbringing.
Even though my husband worked a lot of shift work in the early years of our marriage, we managed to have a meal around the dining room table at least once a day. We've done this for the last 46 years~no t.v., no cellphones allowed. This is family time to talk about our day. If there is something you have to watch on tee vee, tape it and watch it later. Eating dinner around the table with no distractions was something we also did when entertaining guests at our cabin. Everyone seemed to enjoy the food and the conversations!
Though most of the time, dinner now is down to the two of us, we wouldn't trade our dinners together for anything.
 
When living with my parents, we always ate family dinners together. After I got divorced, my daughter and I always ate at the table together. When she had a family, each of them ate individually and at different times, I guess they ate takeout everyday. I thought it was sad but after mentioning it a couple of times and getting dirty looks from her I didn't mention it anymore. But, when I invited them I insisted we all eat at the table together, my house my rules. I live alone, so I eat my dinner in front of the TV for companionship.
 
We had one little TV, in the living room, and since it was connected to a roof antenna, it had to be by the window. Because of the placement, it could not be seen or heard from the kitchen or dining area. I'm wondering now if it was the inconvenience that was the reason why we didn't watch TV when we ate.
 
Pepper said:
We had one little TV, in the living room, and since it was connected to a roof antenna, it had to be by the window. Because of the placement, it could not be seen or heard from the kitchen or dining area. I'm wondering now if it was the inconvenience that was the reason why we didn't watch TV when we ate.
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No, I think it was because the dinner was ''family time'' and most families respected that. After I divorced it was only me and my daughter and we still ate together at the same time at the kitchen table. But, when she got her own family, the parents and the two kids ate wherever and whenever and ate out of the refrigerator or take out (mostly the latter). I criticized them a couple of times and then shut up, not my problem. When they were invited to eat here, I demanded everyone sit at the table like civilized members of a family.

I like watching ''Young Sheldon", the whole family and even the Grandma all sit together at the table and talk about their happenings. It's sweet!
 
Reading through all of the lovely posts sure does bring back a lot of memories for me.

Growing up, we assembled at the kitchen table for breakfast, lunch, and supper, but it's the suppers I remember most, and I can't shake the memory of summertime. Everyone's doors and windows open, mouth-watering delight wafting in the air, and that familiar call from mom... "SUPPER".

I remember it like yesterday, the entire neighbourhood (kids galore) would fall silent around 4:30 pm, because it was suppertime in everyone's homes, and I remember some of my favourite suppers were thinly sliced potatoes fried in butter in moms counter-top electric frying pan, or her pork fried rice dish, or hamburger patties served with potatoes and fresh tomatoes and cucumbers off the garden.

Then as quickly as the neighbourhood fell silent, the air was once again abuzz with the sights and sounds of all of us kids.

What a lovely walk down memory lane.
 
When I was younger and my mom wasn’t yet working, she made some good dinners and eating together could be enjoyable. Certain days like Sunday we’d always have roast beef with gravy , roast potatoes, homemade yorkshire puddings and either canned peas or corn. The Yorkshire puddings were so good but then there was liver & onions or shepherds pie . There was no talking allowed at the table though making it very formal like.

My mom had one of those manual meat grinders and she made everything from scratch. She made 3 fruitcakes a year, treacle toffee for Guy Forks day and Halloween and even made cakes all from scatch. There were times when we’d make a cake together and she’d let me lick the spoons. Those memories are etched into my heart.

It wasn’t long until she started working full time. I really missed her being home so would sometimes pretend I was sick so she’d stay home with me and she usually would and I loved it. 💕 Some memories are truly magical.
 
Keesha said:
When I was younger and my mom wasn’t yet working, she made some good dinners and eating together could be enjoyable. Certain days like Sunday we’d always have roast beef with gravy , roast potatoes, homemade yorkshire puddings and either canned peas or corn. The Yorkshire puddings were so good but then there was liver & onions or shepherds pie . There was no talking allowed at the table though making it very formal like.

My mom had one of those manual meat grinders and she made everything from scratch. She made 3 fruitcakes a year, treacle toffee for Guy Forks day and Halloween and even made cakes all from scatch. There were times when we’d make a cake together and she’d let me lick the spoons. Those memories are etched into my heart.

It wasn’t long until she started working full time. I really missed her being home so would sometimes pretend I was sick so she’d stay home with me and she usually would and I loved it. 💕 Some memories are truly magical.
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OMG, yes... we enjoyed liver and onions and shepherds pie in our house, too! So good!

We never had the money for regular special Sunday dinners, but as often as mom and dad could afford it, we'd have a roast with Yorkshire puddings, and I can still smell the goodness of moms homemade gravy.
 
Aunt Marg said:
OMG, yes... we enjoyed liver and onions and shepherds pie in our house, too! So good!

We never had the money for regular special Sunday dinners, but as often as mom and dad could afford it, we'd have a roast with Yorkshire puddings, and I can still smell the goodness of moms homemade gravy.
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What about trifle? My mom made a wicked trifle. The inner cake would be drowning in sherry and gets tipsy from having it but I loved the cold custard with cream on top. And not that air light stuff, this was rich real whipped cream. I’ve gotten admit that I was great
 
Aunt Marg said:
No trifle, but I remember a great aunt of mine always making it. :)

Squares, cake, pies, and cookies, were the norm in our house.
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We didn’t have desserts every day. They were for special occasions. Like snowballs for Christmas. My dad loved apple pie and my mom made some but she usually bought those or Sarah Lee cakes instead.
 
Keesha said:
We didn’t have desserts every day. They were for special occasions. Like snowballs for Christmas. My dad loved apple pie and my mom made some but she usually bought those or Sarah Lee cakes instead.
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Very seldom did mom not having something for dessert for us, even if it was a bowl of store-bought ice cream, dessert in our house was sort of like a staple. LOL!
 

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