Every year around the Holidays, my Mama would get upset and worry about what was going to happen around the table…
My Auntie, (a wonderful colorful woman whom I loved much) was gregarious, very outspoken and what are the two things one shouldnt speak of in polite company? You guessed it.. Politics and Religion. Now Auntie was Mama’s older sister, she was as round as my mama was thin. Auntie was well read and probably purposefully planned what she would discuss at the Holiday table. She just loved getting everybody in a dither. Well, my mama liked to keep the peace and Daddy didnt help her out much. Poor Mama had to hear the complaining before and long after the Holidays were over. She just dreaded the Holidays for that very reason.
We would be at my Grandparents house (Mama J & Daddy J) The table was extended so long it had to be moved to the long foyer to accomodate the huge family and of course I was at the childrens table for many years. That table had to be just so. It was all about the beauty of it, don’t you know. Had to be late late evening so the candles would give the right glow..The kids and I could smell the aroma of freshly baked goods and Daddy J’s special Eggnog, spiked of course just right with good whiskey.
We would all stand in a circle, Daddy J would usually give the blessing and then we would all be seated. After everything was passed around, the talk would build from casual whatevers to loud voices. Yep, Mama’s family was gregarious, loud and an awful lot of fun! I couldnt wait to get to that big table, (the childrens table was close enough to see and hear everything, wasnt like in another room.) The table signified grown up.
I can see it now as if it were yesterday, Mama keeping busy and being quiet, Daddy smirking just a bit, Auntie doing her thing.. then of course, Uncle Jimmy and Uncle Bobby (mama’s brothers ) would give their two cents. Auntie’s response was like they just didnt have a lick of sense. On the way home, Daddy would then give his opinions about it all and his opinion of Auntie too, which really did not set too well with Mama, after all we can talk about our family but we don’t want anybody else to, including hubbys.
Now they are all gone, except for Uncle Bobby. I miss those days at that table.