#29: Dinner Is Served

Louisiana-Bound (2008) Part 29 of 40 - Dinner is Served Yes, we were hungry, but also excited. I could have talked more with Vern, Winston, and Esther, but dinner was being served. There wasn't much I could do with helping out. Mostly it was just stay out of the way. But it was self-serve style or be served, whichever was easier. So I couldn't help but get in the way at times trying to get both Melanie's meal and mine. The main course was roast, lima beans and corn. Wine was available for those who wanted it. The roast with gravy was pleasing to the pallet, but I especially enjoyed the lima beans. In the buttery sauce, they nearly melted in my mouth. For dessert it was apple pie. Okay, my favorite dessert, what more needs to be said. Different than mom's apple pie, yet a nice change! Every woman has her special touch. Besides, it has been a while since Melanie and I made apple pie. Family pictures were passed around of the Arabie's children where were now fully grown with their own families. Long talks were shortened because everyone was tired. Dan was the oldest brother. The only deafblind brother of the seven? although Arnold, the fifth brother, was deaf or blind. Arnold was at the picnic, but I never met him. It was a busy place. The Arabie's have six sons, thirteen grand children (seven boys, six girls), and one great grand child. Our hosts were interested in knowing where all their guests were from and when they were heading home. Given a shot of energy, we could have talked all night. But some us were near exhaustion so it was wise to cut the evening short. Betty suggested we go into the living room and talk. I think it was because of the long hard day which she and Yenter had put in. They worked so hard at the picnic all during the day. But the lighting in the living room was not conducive to good communication so I suggested some go into the living room and some stay at the table. We all ended up staying at the table. Some of us would have fallen asleep on the soft living room furniture. Especially me! It turned out well, because a couple of us managed to cut the conversation short and bring the evening to an end. Goodbyes and hugs took a few minutes. Then we were escorted to the door and on our way. Winston stood out on the porch, or deck, and watched until we were driving away. He waved quite a lot! I think he started to go inside as I lost track of the house while we drove down Wilturner Road. So ended a fine day with a heavy sprinkling of Louisiana hospitality. Written by Harvey A. Bond

 

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