Freewrite on A Kitchen Table

I remember the colour of my grandmother’s kitchen table.

It was an institutional green with little gold stars

and a splattering of tiny pin prick polka dots.

The matching plastic chairs were cushiony and comfortable…

unless you sat on them for a long period of time wearing shorts. Then getting up from the table was difficult

and somewhat painful.

I would visit that table every Friday evening after school was finished and piano lessons were completed.

Because we were “good” Catholics, most Friday’s we’d eat salmon casserole

accompanied by canned string beans, and mashed potatoes.

Some Friday’s were special and Grandma would serve fish sticks and Rice-A-Roni

both tasting scrumptious on my little girl palate.

We’d gather around that table on Sundays as well.   On that day Grandma would serve her after church special

of fried chicken and rice.

Our feast would end with chocolate chip cookies or butterscotch pie.

Friday after Friday

and

Sunday upon Sunday

I’d sit at that table and eat and visit and “be” with my family.

Until Grandma got too old and frail to cook.

Then we’d go for burgers

or hotdogs

or the Motor Inn Breakfast Buffet.

But it wasn’t the same

as sitting around

that green kitchen table.

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