Sunday, June 27, 2010
When I was a child, our entire family got together for dinner every Sunday at the home of my paternal grandparents. Aunts, uncles, sibling, cousins, all gathered in their tiny rowhouse in South Philadelphia. Dinner was served promptly at 1pm. We kids ate a separate table in the kitchen while the adults sat in the dining room. We were always served first, and then after seeing to our needs, the adults served themselves. My grandmother rose very early on Sunday mornings to roll out the dough for her pasta and make her meatballs and braciole. To this day, I have never been able to replicate the simple dressing she used on her salad.
In the summer, once dinner was over and the dishes were washed and put away (my job was always to dry them) we'd pile into our cars and head out for a Sunday drive, sometimes out to the Parkway, occasionally to Longwood Gardens, and as a special surprise, once a year we'd go to a now-defunct carnival on the Baltimore Pike. A jaunt to a local Howard Johnson's for pistachio ice cream stands out in my mind for no reason in particular. After letting their jalopies exercise their legs, the drivers would return to our grandparents' house for another meal. Around 6pm my grandmother would lay out a spread a cold cuts, roasted peppers, olives and Italian bread. A sandwich never tasted so good as it did on those Sunday evenings. The adults would tell jokes and stories that we barely got. Then we'd congregate in the living room and watch Lassie and the Ed Sullivam show and then head home to get ready for the coming week at school and at work.
I have been feeling a certain nostalgia for those days lately. Perhaps because my own children are reaching the age where our Sundays together don't mean nearly as much to them as being with their friends. So, in homage to my late grandparents, today we're having dinner a little earlier than usual. (To have dinner at 1pm is not possible since the Traditional Latin Mass at our parish doesn't start until Noon). Still, I got most of the dinner together before I left for Mass, and shortly, we'll sit down together for a meal of chicken barbecue, corn on the cob, roasted beets, potatoes and carrots and a salad. Then we're going to pile into the car and head otu to the Creamery in Chester Springs for some ice cream.
My husband and I had a good laugh in the kitchen as he helped me get the grill ready for the chicken. He clearly recalls long Sunday rides and his father turning around to slap which ever of the six of them got out of line while never taking his eyes off the road. Ah, the good old days.
Posted by TLW at 2:47 PM