The lore of the family table is firmly woven into the fabric of my life. Gathering around a table with great food, stories and loved ones is the heart of my soul and started early in my life. I remember spending most sundays gathered around my grandmother's table in the kitchen, men scattered and the women ruled. Three generations sat around the worn formica table telling stories mixed with mindless chatter, sprinkled with bouts of laughter. Big pots bubbled on the stove tantalizing the senses. I vividly remember the kitchen sink always filled with hot, soapy water waiting for the next mess to arrive. That table was our family lifeline, bits and pieces of our family history emerged like the scraped bits of food clinging to the copper pots. We sat around the table anxiously awaiting news when my uncle, their only son, was in Vietnam and more casualties blared on the radio. This table was where we shared laughter, love, disappointment, sorry and hope. This worn kitchen table was where we came together as a family through thick and thin.
As we move into uncertain times riddled with senseless violence, sorrow and fear maybe we need to bring back the family table. I don't think there is enough of it anymore in this country. It is a simple gesture with powerful results.
From any window at the back of my house I can see my table, and in my mind's eye I can also see my entire family sitting there just like we did at Thanksgiving. A powerful, mental reminder of the strength of my own family. As winter approaches it sits quietly waiting patiently for the next time family and friends will grace its presence. Build your own family table and watch the magic!
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The Princess Rancher