As you might well imagine, meal time at our house was run a little different than it probably was at yours. There are a lot of things that were logistically like feeding an army. Mom was in charge of getting it done, no matter how unwilling the troops were. We each had some part to do, and we rotated our chores weekly. Some of us set the table, some cleared the table, one washed, one dried and another put them all away. There was garbage detail and dog feeding chores. Some how, we seemed to disagree on who's week it was to do what.
Our Dad usually got home around 6 o'clock and supper was set for about 10 mins. after he came through the door. When I was younger, he drove to Minneapolis to work in a big Pontiac dealership, but later, he owned his own service station. Either way, it worked out to him getting home about 6, being tired, either from fighting traffic all the way home, or running the station all day.
When the car hit the driveway, things started in motion. Some of the kids would run out to carry his lunchbox in, hoping to find a leftover stale bologna sandwich, which we savored for some reason. Some scurried to finish a chore Mom had given us that had became urgent now where it had no been hurry before. If one of us was sitting in Dad's chair in the living room, it was vacated. If you had to use the bathroom, you went to the upstairs one, so as to not be in the way so Dad could wash up for supper. It was a sort of ballet that helped keep things going smoothly.
Seating all of us also took a plan. We ate in two separate rooms. We didn't have a dining room. We had a table in our kitchen and in our playroom. The first table I remember, Dad had built. It was a 4' x 8'sheet of 3/4" plywood, the top was covered with vinyl tiles and it had a nice chrome trim all around the edges. The table in the playroom was an antique library table, round with neat carved feet. It expanded with leaves if you needed it bigger.
The food was passed around the kitchen table, while one of the kids eating in the playroom would wait to take the bowls and platters to the other room and then return it to the kitchen table. We usually had a big bowl of potatoes to pass around, a vegetable, something usually fresh from the garden or canned from last years garden, and meat. Bread was also abundant. Mom baked 5 loaves every other day. I never knew what stale bread was growing up!
Supper time was not a boisterous loud affair as one might imagine with such a large group. Dad liked to eat in quiet, and we pretty much did that at the kitchen table. Those eating in the playroom had a little more freedom to talk, but, still did not get too loud. I guess it would have been chaos if all of us had tried talking at the same time.
Being the oldest, or orneriest, I was seated at the right hand of Dad, which meant, IF there was any thing left and Mom or Dad didn't want it, I had first dibs on it. That might explain why I was usually heavier than most of my brothers and sisters.
We had a tradition for our Sunday evening meal. We almost always had hot dogs, potato chips or potato salad, and jello with fruit cocktail in it for dessert. This made it quick and easy, which allowed us to get done in time to watch " The Wonderful World of Disney".
If you have some good memories from your meal time growing up, why don't you share them in the comment section below. Thanks!