I am certain that you will agree that this would is in a mess. Everywhere you turn, there are challenges. Circumstances in the Middle East are in total disarray and threatening to all regions; mass killings are taking place in communities, rich and poor, all over the country; and, here in the city of brotherly love and sisterly affection, many folks are afraid to leave their homes due to violence that surrounds us. I recognize that there are no easy solutions to what we are experiencing, but whenever I hear about problems that are destroying the lifestyles that we enjoyed in the past, my thoughts turn to the days when families came together regularly on Sunday afternoons at the dinner table, not only to break bread together, but to bond and show love, care, and concern while critiquing the past and planning for the future.
If you grew up during my era, you recall that it was expected that all family members be present for dinner and that meant being seated at the table before the start of the meal. No one showed up late; there were no exceptions. Weekday dinners were usually eaten in the kitchen. On Sundays, dinner, or supper as my mother referred to Sunday meals, were eaten in the dining room. I recognize that eating Sunday dinner together as a family is foreign to many today; this activity seems to be a thing of the past. But back in the day, at a designated time, all family members were seated at the dinner table.