tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342894752316942343.post5229222663661714381..comments2023-06-07T01:47:14.164-07:00Comments on Sort and Polish: small talkersGlendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694325453181600223noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342894752316942343.post-7004953661029263412014-05-27T13:21:37.820-07:002014-05-27T13:21:37.820-07:00There is nothing like feeling special. It's de...There is nothing like feeling special. It's definitely better than feeling different. Fine line there but worth going for:)Glendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06694325453181600223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342894752316942343.post-55463919259912619982014-05-27T13:09:01.961-07:002014-05-27T13:09:01.961-07:00This brought back memories for me. Most of the ti...This brought back memories for me. Most of the time the table was big enough to seat everyone, but if you were capable of cutting your own meat and not yet a teenager you were delegated to one end of the table. Once I grew up and had my own family, and I have no idea why I did it this way, I'd sit at one end of the table and my husband at the other. Children would be mixed in with the adults. However, if we needed another table brought in to accommodate everyone, then it would be filled with the youngest children capable of feeding themselves. That meant sometimes a 10-year-old might be paired with a 4-year-old and this did not always make for happy 10-year-olds especially if 13-year-old brother got to sit at the adult table. I wish I'd had your advice then and encouraged the little people table to see themselves as a secret society! :-)<br />I will use this, though, for my grandchildren when I get enough to require a second table.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com