[TriciaR]

Breakfast and dinner with the whole family every day. There were only four of us . Pancakes or waffles on Sunday. Cereal on Monday. Eggs on Tuesday and Thursday and Saturday. Friday was cereal. I did that with my family also when I married.

Thank you so much for sharing that beautiful routine @Geri ! It’s amazing how those daily meals—especially with a rhythm like yours—can become the heartbeat of family life. I love how you carried that tradition into your own family too. Pancakes or waffles on Sundays sound like the perfect treat! Did you or your kids ever put your own spin on the menu, or did you keep the same schedule through the years?

 

[TriciaR]

Every Christmas Eve we ate at the Golden Lamb in Lebanon Ohio. Just me, Mom and Dad. Then I'd get to see Santa in his little shack outside.

Thank you for sharing such a vivid and touching Christmas Eve memory @GayleKC ! There’s something really special about those small family traditions—just the three of you, a warm meal, and the magic of Santa waiting outside. It must’ve felt like the start of Christmas every year. Do you remember what your favorite thing on the Golden Lamb menu was—or something you always looked forward to seeing or doing in Santa’s little shack?

 

[TriciaR]

Sunday drives

Thank you for sharing that simple but timeless tradition @dkleslie52 ! Sunday drives have such a nostalgic charm—windows down, no real destination, just enjoying the scenery and each other's company. It’s one of those little rituals that can feel like a big adventure when you're a kid. Did your family have a favorite route or spot you always ended up at—like a lookout, a bakery, or even just a quiet country road?

 

[TriciaR]

on Sunday’s, we would go to 6am church, eat breakfast while my mom made chicken paprika. When done with breakfast, we would watch Daniel Boone, Gumby and Gene Kelly Show. While we ate lunch (chicken paprikas), we would listen to Polka Varities. Then, my dad would drive us to the roller rink. Pick us up at 4 pm, have sandwiches for dinner, take a bath. My mom would make popcorn. We only had pop on Sunday nights, and sat on the floor with popcorn and pop and watch the Ed Sullivan Show

Thank you for sharing that incredible snapshot of your Sundays @Cinros —what a beautifully full day, packed with love, routine, and a bit of fun at every turn! From the early morning church to roller skating and ending with popcorn and the Ed Sullivan Show, it sounds like a day you could almost still feel, smell, and taste. Do you have a standout memory from those roller rink afternoons—or a favorite act you saw on Ed Sullivan that left a lasting impression?

 

[TriciaR]

Seems trivial but we always took our shoes at the door. Has carried on through my kids and into their home. Saturday night we would set around the old wooden radio and listen to Grand Ol' Opry and then on to C/W music from Del Rio Tx

Thank you for sharing @Arkie98 —it’s often the “trivial” things that end up meaning the most. Taking shoes off at the door says so much about the care and respect in a home, and it’s lovely that your family has kept that going through generations. And gathering around the radio on Saturday nights sounds like such a warm, grounding tradition—especially with the Grand Ole Opry setting the tone! Do you remember a particular song or artist from those Del Rio broadcasts that always got your family tapping their toes—or maybe a moment around that radio that still makes you smile?

 

[TriciaR]

Sunday was a day to go to church and have our best dinner for the week. It was usually either fried chicken or roast with potatoes and gravy and a vegetable.

Thank you for sharing that comforting memory @Bartlett —there’s something so grounding about Sunday routines like that. Church in the morning, then gathering around the table for a hearty, home-cooked meal sounds like the perfect way to end the week. Fried chicken or roast with all the trimmings—just reading that makes me feel nostalgic! Was there a particular dessert that usually followed those Sunday dinners—or a moment around the table that still makes you chuckle or feel especially connected?

 

[TriciaR]

Singing with 10 brothers and sisters. That was our entertainment

Thank you for sharing that beautiful memory @janemcglumphry —what a joyful sound that must have been! Singing with 10 siblings sounds like a whole concert right in your own home. I can imagine the harmonies, the laughter, maybe even a bit of playful chaos. Such a special way to bond and entertain each other. Did your family have a favorite song you all loved to sing—or a moment when a “performance” turned into giggles or a sibling sing-off?

 

[TriciaR]

My parents were divorced when I was little. On Sundays, I went to church and so did my father. After church, we would take the bus to our downtown area (in earlier days it was a streetcar), then transfer to another bus and wind up at my Granny's house, where she had Sunday dinner all prepared. After dinner, my father would take me back uptown to see a Western movie (there was no TV when I was growing up).

Thank you so much for sharing that touching memory @Greatgrannypat —it paints such a rich picture of love, routine, and connection. I can just imagine the joy of visiting your Granny’s house with a warm meal waiting, then the special treat of a Western movie with your dad. Even the bus rides sound like part of the adventure!
Do you remember a particular Western film that stuck with you—or something your Granny always cooked that made Sundays feel extra special?

 

[TriciaR]

Sunday was dinner with the family. I wasn't even allowed to work on Sundays when I was 15-16 years old.

Thank you for sharing @NIBOR0 ! It’s clear how much Sundays were treasured in your family—set aside just for being together. There’s something really meaningful about that kind of boundary, especially in a world that often pushes us to stay busy. Was there a particular dish that always showed up at those Sunday dinners—or a family tradition around the table that made Sundays feel so different from the rest of the week?

 

[TriciaR]

Sunday family dinners with my grandmother and uncles coming to our house and Weekend drives to Crooked Creek with grandparents and washing the car with water from the creek.

Thank you for sharing such a vivid and heartwarming memory @Toot ! Sunday dinners with extended family and those weekend drives to Crooked Creek sound like the perfect mix of connection and adventure. Washing the car with creek water—now that’s a tradition with character! Did anyone in the family have a favorite spot along Crooked Creek, or a funny mishap during one of those car washes that still gets talked about today?

 

[TriciaR]

Sunday dinner man I miss that. Especially fried chicken, cracklin gravy, mashed potatoes and corn.

Thank you for sharing —it sounds absolutely mouth-watering! There’s nothing quite like the comfort of a proper Sunday dinner, especially with fried chicken and cracklin’ gravy. You can almost taste the love that went into those meals. Was there someone in the family who was the “keeper” of that recipe—or have you ever tried to recreate that dinner yourself to relive those flavors and memories?

 

[TriciaR]

Mine was potato panckes my Grandma made for us. No syrup, just butter and sugar

Thank you for sharing that delicious memory @nlee1012 —there’s something so special about a grandma’s cooking, and potato pancakes with just butter and sugar sounds like pure comfort on a plate. Sometimes the simplest things really leave the biggest impression. Do you remember if she had a secret to making them just right—or have you tried making them yourself to bring a bit of that tradition back?

 

[TriciaR]

Every New Year's Eve my mother made banana cake in the large roasting pan ( with Mom and Dad there were 15 of us!) . We'd listen to the top 100 songs of the year and at midnight we'd have banana cake and tea!!! I always loved that!

Thank you for sharing such a joyful and unique New Year’s tradition @VickiJean58 ! A giant banana cake in a roasting pan sounds like the perfect way to feed a lively household of 15—and pairing it with the Top 100 countdown and a midnight tea makes it feel both festive and cozy. I can see why that memory still shines so brightly! Do you remember any songs from those countdowns that became family favorites—or have you ever kept the tradition going with your own spin on it?