Friday, April 8, 2016
Another Good Memory of My Mother
The table in my parents' dining room was usually too covered in hoard to use. Subsequently we usually ate at TV trays in the living room. But one day when I was nine or ten and had a friend over at dinner time, my mother set up a card table and chairs in the living room and told us we were going to play restaurant. She pretended to be a waiter and told us the special of the night was spaghetti. She set the table with napkins and silverware, which seemed very restaurant-like since we never set the table at home. She even brought the meal out to us from the kitchen in courses with bread first, just like at a restaurant. It was fun and exciting doing something different and seeing my mother be playful.