Sunday evening supper on the farm was so much fun, especially if we had visited relatives. It was unheard of to leave someone’s house without taking a plate home. Supper was the time when the goodies were spread out on the table, you got a plate and just dug in. It was also a time when we would sit around after our feast and reflect on the church service and how good it felt to see all of our relatives. When Lassie came on that was the signal for my Aunt’s pound cake, Momma’s coconut cake and homemade vanilla ice cream. To this day, I still love Sunday evenings.
Just a Farmer's Daughter 