"Come Home, It's Supper Time"
Echoes of my childhood…
In all my remembrances of yesteryear, there is one that stands out far above all the rest.While I thought it was fun to play with my favorite friend Vincent, and it was fun playing ball and looking for crawdads in the creek... Hoopy Hide, Fox and Hound and playing marbles, but no matter what I was doing around 5 PM each day, my mind was tuned to that sound of mom, calling us kids in for supper!No matter what I was into or where I was at the time-nothing, held preference over our family’s suppertime.The one time during the day that the family could all gather as a family unit around the kitchen table for supper.Many years later after the family unit had been broken by death of a family member and even now at times, my mind carries me back to that fresh aroma of homemade biscuits and gravy, of fried chicken or even those tasty pork chops the way only mom could prepare them with fried potatoes and onions, huuummm!
"It’ll put meat on your bones"
I didn’t think anything could compare with momma’s home cooking, and as a child I marveled at how she always knew just when to put in another ‘stick’ of wood while cooking on that old wood stove.There were no gauges to tell her the temperature, just the fire in the wood box and the little air vents, yet her biscuits would melt in your mouth and I recall suppertime was always a happy time for the whole family.After remodeling she got herself a new kitchen with electrical appliances and I remember hearing her say, “This is going to take some getting used to…” but she caught on, and fast, I don’t remember her having any difficulty in feeding dad and us kids.My momma’s cookin’ was outa this world-- “It’ll put meat on your bones,” I remember hearing her say.
Do you remember your mom calling you in for supper?
"Come home, come home It’s Suppertime"
In remembering all the pleasantries of suppertime at home, I can’t help but remember mom singing and humin’ as she labored about her kitchen.In the later years of mom’s life she loved to watch a gospel quartet, the Inspirations on TV as they sang the old time gospel songs.George Younce was the bass singer, mom’s favorite musician because he resembled a favored nephew by marriage.You see, my mom had a very strong faith in God, and I learned from her that as God’s children, we would someday gather around the Lord’s table up in heaven.She would pause and hold her head back and I remember hearing her as she sang along, “Come home, come home It’s Suppertime…”
Mom’s in heaven now...
Mom’s up in heaven now, with dad and two of my brothers.Together I believe, they are waiting for my sister, my oldest brother and myself, the rest of the family to join them.Then again as a family we’ll once again sit down around the table not to mom’s homecookin’, but to an even finer meal not made by human hands.That will truly be a banquet, the Marriage Supper of the Lamb...
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