The ordinary rhythms of family, food, and Saturday mornings

Saturdays felt different when I was growing up. The smell of good food rode the wave of music and drifted through the house. The sounds of my childhood are layered into ordinary moments that have formed cherished and lasting memories for me.

Looking back, I realize Saturdays were never only about what we were doing. They were about being together.

Butter-soaked biscuits dipped in gravy

Salty ham

Crisp fried apples

Sweet Honeycomb milk swimming in bowls

Cartoons blaring from the bedroom

American Bandstand and Soul Train on the other TV

Mama dancing in the kitchen

Daddy setting up tables in the yard

Dominoes and cards rule the day

The sound of a Big Wheel turning

Scarred Hula Hoops

Tiny pieces of Monopoly scattered across the floor

Hopscotch-painted sidewalks

Broken Yo-Yo and kite strings twirl

Laughter sings

Joy rides the wind

A

Family

Affair

— J. Lashelle

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