I read this article and thought it well worth sharing…Reflections on youth and the kitchen table
Remember how once we would sit down as one, And Dad would say grace when the carving was done.
Our own serviettes from our own special rings, And we all knew our manners and etiquette things.
Then our elders would tell us of custom and fable, When we all sat about at our kitchen table.
Now they're building new mansions with four car garages.
Our working lives mortgaged to interest and charges.
There's less time at home for the tea to be made, And it's seldom today that a table is laid.
There's room after room under gable and gable, But there's not enough room for a kitchen table.
At weekends the parents are chauffeurs unpaid, No wonder they're tired and their tempers are frayed, As they ferry their broods to arenas of sport, Where the culture of winning's intensively taught, And there's more on the tele both free and by cable, So there's no room for talk around the kitchen table.
...So we grandparents must, just as long as we're able, Keep our culture alive around the kitchen table.