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Grandchild generation experiencing the
Sunday brunch tradition. |
Growing up, my mom always made dinner a family meal. She was sometimes frustrated that Daddy was slow to respond to the dinner bell when everyone else was seated and ready for prayers. In later years when he was commuting from Baltimore to Washington for work, Daddy was seldom home for meals and I think that was a sorrow to my mom that the younger of my siblings (There were ten of us.) didn't experience that evening celebration of our little domestic church. I was out of the house by then and on my own, but how well I remember those family dinners and the way it helped form my own family. Dinner together was not an option and nothing came to the table in those freshly-washed hands!
Several months ago my husband and I returned to the practice of the Sunday brunch which was a staple of our growing family. Often in the early years we spontaneously invited another family to join us when we chatted in the parking lot after Mass. The more the merrier!
