Club night at our
house was special! My sister, Donna, and
I would lay in bed giggling along with the group of mother’s precious lifelong
friends in our living room. We loved
these events and our excitement grew as family specialties were prepared, the
house was polished and the elegant tablecloths and dishes were brought out from
their hiding places.
One of our chores
was to fetch the box of small glass plates.
These plates were fanciful, used only a few times each year. Some were square with ridges on the bottom,
others a swirling oval shape with etched sprigs of flowers on the underside. No matter the shape, each had a spot for
holding a dainty clear tea cup. As we
listened from our upstairs sanctuary at the laughing, chatting and clinking
cups on trays, we wondered what would be leftover in the morning for us to have
our own private “Club” and practice at becoming gracious, chatting women one
day.
It’s fun to reminisce;
just as it was enjoyable listening in as a child on my Grandmother and mother do the
same when they were with family and friends.
So many family stories and so much laughter as the olden days were
recalled.
This morning I
read Psalms 143:5-6 and it got me thinking about enjoyable memories. I thank God for family history recounted and recollections
of superb fellowship with friends, but foremost I’m grateful for the works of
His hand in my life.
I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all that You
have done;
I ponder the work of your
hands.
I stretch out my hands to
you;
My soul thirsts for You like
a parched land. Selah
My Grandmother, in the green dress, and her "Club" using similar glass plates and cups.
