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It happens every Thursday when I head for the local eating place and get breakfast. (It happens on Thursday because that'sthe day my help comes todo the housework.) A nice*looking bunch of older men are sitting there eating and without a doubt they'll speak to me as I place my order. At least one of the men reminds me that because he reads the Post-Register he knows more about my family than I do. So, that makes the whole group special because of their reminder of the long ago days.In our country home we had a special dining room. It was next to the kitchen and the only furniture l ean recall in that room was a long table and chairs. Everso often the ironing boardwas spread out on the table and one of the chairs filled with sprinkled down clothes inside a cloth. But, this Reflections isn't about the ironing board we used, it's about the long ago men who sat around the table and filled their hungry stomachs with the delicious meal our Mom had prepared. The men would remove their hats and leave them on the bench on the porch as they entered the place for dining. After they washed up they found a place around the table that contained the platter of fried chicken, the heaping bowl of mashed and buttered Irish potatoes, the large bowl of milk gravy and the fresh oven biscuits to be covered withthe gravy, and the lusciouscorn, and whatever else was available, they were eager to help themselves and pass it along to the next man.Every year it was the same thing. The threshing machine would be in the field making hay while the sunshine hovered nearby and over all. The workers were all dedicated to the job of keeping the hay bundles filling the threshing machine Perhaps they even gave a thought or two to the delicious meal that was to be ready and waiting for them. After all their neat expressions to the lady who had prepared the delicious meal and also kept their goblet glasses, and some quart fruit jars, filled with delicious icedâ– tea, it was badk to the field.They didn't take the time, to rest or siesta for a while, rather they knew it was their job to keep the threshing machine humming.You know what? We children had a turn at cleaning out the bowls of potatoes, Mom's delicious chicken, and anything else the men didn't finish like the luscious pies she had served the workers for dessert.Oh yes, it's a pleasant memory. So, thanks gentlemen for your smiles, good mornings, and Thursdays.Psalms 95:2 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms
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Lockhart Post Register
Lockhart, Texas, US
Thu, Dec 04, 2008
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NC, USA 19 Feb 2022
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