The fun we had!

April 16, 2018

Nostalgia is wonderful at making the past seem glorious even if potentially, it was less than at the time. We remember Tizer tasting like Tizer, six feet of chocolate covering a Wagon Wheel, and the summers – they went on for a decade!

Roast Turkey

One memory I have from my childhood was the reverence and love, of and for,  the Sunday lunch. A time when we would gather as a family around the table – my grandparents, my aunt and uncle, my parents and of course myself. All of us enjoying a meal which had filled our nostrils for hours and then us as a family interacting; sharing our news and points of view. Three generations as one. This was such a special time yet it was the norm back then. As is most things that are unappreciated – never really important until lost.

Nice bit o’ pud

What has I think inspired me to write this post is the sight that often greets me at around midday on a Sunday when I am travelling home from officiating at a worship service on the Gower. As I pass Trostre Retail Park I notice the amount of family-packed cars queueing at the local McDonalds.

I know our modern world moves at a greater pace than years gone by; I appreciate that my mother came from a generation where few of her peers ventured out into the world to work, merely stayed at home and did a 16 hour shift, 7 days a week and 52 weeks of the year. I think what I am trying to say is summed by defining how a 3 word phrase is thought of by me and my generation, versus how the later generations will remember.

As I child, on a Sunday,  I really enjoyed having “a happy meal“!

Empty plates 🙂