Some twenty-five
years later, I still remember Tony’s question.
He had come from
out of town to visit our daughter during their college Christmas break.
After two or
three days, he took my husband, Dave, aside. “Does your family always eat meals
together?”
Dave assured him
we did, but was struck by what a strange question Tony had asked.
Tony must’ve
picked up on Dave’s bafflement so he explained, “I’ve never eaten dinner with
my family. At my house, when we’re hungry we look in the fridge and eat
whatever we can find.”
Later Dave told
me about their conversation. Both of us were shocked—we’d never heard of such a
thing—and we were sad to think of all that Tony and his family missed by opting
out of family meals together.
I thought of Tony
the other day when I read these words penned by Henri Nouwen in 1997:
“Today fast-food
services and TV dinners
have made common
meals less and less central.
But what will
there be to remember
when we no longer
come together around the table
to share a meal?…
Can we make the
table a hospitable place,
inviting us to
kindness, gentleness, joy,
and peace and
creating beautiful memories?”
(from “Creating
Beautiful Memories,”
Bread for the Journey, February 18 selection)
Did you eat meals
together around the table when you were growing up? When you were raising your
kids?
Catching up with our dear friend John along the River Thames |
If so, you’ll
enjoy—and maybe even applaud—the following Nouwen thoughts:
“..[H]aving a
meal is more than eating and drinking. It is celebrating the gifts of life we
share. A meal together is one of the most intimate and sacred human events.
Around the table we become vulnerable, filling one another’s plates and cups
and encouraging one another to eat and drink. Much more happens at a meal than
satisfying hunger and quenching thirst. Around the table we become family,
friends, community, yes, a body.” (from “The Meal that Makes Us Family and
Friends,” Bread for the Journey, February 15 selection; emphasis mine)
4th birthday around Formica table with plastic-covered chairs |
Nouwen’s words
stirred up memories of a special dinner table that’s been in our family for
four generations so far, and counting (I shared Vera Bachman’s Table with you a
year or so ago) and the variety of meals and family activities that have taken
place around it.
Jo Harjo also
wrote about a dinner table: “…The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set
on the table. So it has been since creation, and will go on.… At this table we
gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.… Wars have begun and ended at
this table.…” (excerpts from “Perhaps the World Ends Here,” from The Woman Who
Fell From The Sky, by Jo Harjo)
She’s right.
Sometimes dinner tables resemble war zones.
Henri Nouwen
writes about that, too: “Although the table is a place for intimacy, we all
know how easily it can become a place of distance, hostility, and even hatred.”
He writes of husbands and wives refusing to speak to each other, siblings
bickering, and awkward silences. He says, “Let’s do everything possible to make
the table the place to celebrate intimacy.” (from “The Barometer of Our Lives,”
Bread for the Journey, February 17 selection; emphasis mine)
Celebrating 70 years together around the family dinner table |
Consider
including in your memoir a story about a dinner table—and the life-shaping
experiences you had around it.
Give yourself a
day or so to think back.
Maybe you’ll come
up with a story set at your childhood dinner table,
Karen and Raggedy Ann at the table Grandpa made |
or your
grandparents’ dinner table,
or a rough-hewn
picnic table at summer camp,
or maybe a story
that took place at a cold industrial table in a hospital cafeteria,
or with strangers
along a plastic counter at fast-food place in the Rome airport.
Look again at
Jo’s words: “Wars have begun and ended at this table.…” If your dinner table
has resembled a battlefield, write stories to inspire an about-face in the way your
readers do meals.
Your story could
provide motivation to break the cycle, end the war, and create a happy,
healthy, affirming experience around the dinner table.
Your story could be the
turning point so that in the future, people will have pleasant memories to pass
on to their kids and grandkids.
This is a very interesting and challenging post. Who knew (in olden day) that the dinner table could be so important. I certainly didn't give it a whole lot of thought. Having said that, I was very blessed to have a mother who cooked dinner every night (tasty ones too) and insisted her family sit down to eat together while the food was still hot. She believed very much in eating while the food was at it's best and she would not tolerate us loitering. I don't really remember much about the actual conversations if any though they must have occurred. I just remember the good food, lol. I'm sure this plays into my thankfulness at being invited to other people's lunch or dinner tables and my own view that inviting others is also important.
ReplyDeleteHooray for your mother, Penny! She knew the value of not only eating the food while it was hot and at its best--she knew the value of experiencing the meal together. So much more was going on than just tasting and chewing and swallowing! Those times together played a significant role in you becoming the beautiful, compassionate, generous lady you are! :)
DeleteThis is something I didn't grow up with, but that my husband and I implemented. It is HUGE. That sacred time together is so important for building faith and unity. Wonderful post, Linda!
ReplyDeleteLia, congratulations to you and your husband for recognizing this. I hope you will write stories about some of the important things that happened around your dinner table. Sometimes it takes a while to recognize them, but if you give yourself a bit of time, you'll no doubt come up with several. When you do, write them and let me know where I can read them! :)
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