Sunday Dinners

Sunday Dinners growing up, what cherished memories. This was always a wonderful meal, best meal of the week. My memory recalls pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots and fresh baked rolls…if we were lucky orange rolls! Ahhhhh yes what a wonderful smells. I loved sitting around a beautifully set table, Mom’s china sparkling. I remember Michael could eat his weight in mashed potatoes. I remember if we had Martinellie’s to drink Natalie would get very silly. Tiffany and I would “calmly” rock, paper, scissors for the last orange roll and while we were doing that Joey would  just take it. Yes good times. I loved that we usually had the full time missionaries over and it was fun to talk with them. I recall us telling riddles when we were young and then as we matured we would tell jokes….Johnny always had the best ones. When Grandma Ruth was alive she always helped make the dinner especially delicious and a fun dessert was the coconut cake she would share with us. Those happy memories of Sunday dinner have continued into our adult years, those lucky ones who lived in the same town as Mom and Dad got a real treat of having a Sunday Dinner all taken care of for their families every Sunday, I loved getting to be a part of that for special occasions or when time & schedules would allow us to just be there on a Sunday to enjoy those Sunday dinners.