June 23, 2006

Everyday Things

Everyday Mommy has a weekly feature: Everyday Things.
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As a little girl, my family went out to eat every Sunday after church. We'd always go to the Paragon or Pantheon- where there would be lemon rice soup and rolls in baskets on the tables, and rice pudding for dessert. Sometimes my mom & grandparents would sit in the back of church in case service ran long so they could sneak out to "beat the church crowd" for lunch.
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The chairs at the restaurant were those caramel-brown leather seats on roller-wheels, and I can still hear the squeak as I sat down. Turn your coffee mug over if you wanted the waitress to pour you coffee from a pot making its rounds throughout the big room, weaving in & out of the round tables. The placemats were paper with a gold Greek border of some sort, and brother & I would always snatch a pen from mom's purse to play hang man, or we'd stack the creamers into a little pyramid. A tall revolving display case full of cheescake, Dutch Apple pie, and the occasional baklava greeted families as they came in, to admire the pies, most with pieces missing already, and we'd always say what we would order, even though we really wouldn't when the time came.
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You could always buy cigarrettes and gum at the register, and when you leave don't forget to get your free mint (one per person please) from the mint dispenser. The Paragon always gave out Dum-Dum suckers, too. Brother & I always ordered off the kid's menu, but were discouraged to not order the fried chicken as it would take longer than everyone else's order. I am pretty sure we ordered fried chicken every time.

13 comments:

  1. That was wonderful. Wonderful. You really made me feel as though I was there. Beautiful.

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  2. What a great memory! I almost felt I was right there with your family, stacking up the creamers. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. We had a restaurant like that growing up. Except it was a the beach, and we could only go when we were vacationing.

    They always had little balls of warm fried dough sprinkled with sugar. It was their version of a "bread basket". That place was the best. We would go there for breakfast a lot.

    Sadly, they don't exist anymore, and my children will never know the fine art of eating fried dough balls without getting the sugar all over your clothes. (sigh)

    Memories, memories....

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  4. What a beautiful description, I too felt like I was there with you. Such a nice memory to cherish!

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  5. That is a sweet memory. I want my kids to have traditions like this to remember when they are older. Every Sunday after church we go to Glen's grandparent's house for Sunday lunch. My kids look forward to going to their house EVERY Sunday. If they are out of town and we can't go, they get SO disappointed. I think for my kids, their memories of Grandmama's house on Sunday will be their very own Paragon or Panthoen. That is OUR tradition.

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  6. This reminds me of a place called The Lucky Steer that our family went to. Remember when every item came with applesauce. Sometimes it had a pink or red look to it!

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  7. That's such a fun memory... David and I often still go there with his grandparents on Sunday's after church. Little rituals like these are what being a family is all about!

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  8. thanks for visiting peeping moms.
    childhood memory can be such a wonderful thing. makes you want to create warm, fun memories for your own, doesn't it?

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  9. Great description! Really could hear those squeaky wheels!

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  10. Great memory!!! Sounds like our Sundays ~ always ate out for lunch, and my grandpa STILL sneaks out during the end of the service to get our tables! :-)

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  11. Just stumbled across your blog, and glad I did! This is a great post, your descriptions are fantastic. Thank you!

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  12. oh man I really miss Fried Chicken...my mom used to make it really good...even Boston Market was good. but that's over now as I dont eat poultry anymore.

    Anyway back to your story...we went to IHOP when I was little.

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