I have fond memories of growing up in a family that sat down to dinner together every night. I can still hear my mom call to my sisters and me from the kitchen, “Girls, time to set the table.”
Although it was never a formal affair, each evening we set the table with five placemats and matching napkins, followed by the everyday silverware. We knew where the knives, forks, and spoons should be placed like we knew our own names.
I tried to continue this tradition with my children, though I think it was less common in the 90s than in the 70s. Even now, as empty-nesters, my husband and I set the table most nights for our dinner together.
The act of setting the table signals a special, almost sacred, time. A respite from our busy lives. A chance to connect, without the intrusion of the television or telephones. A pause for civility and gracious manners.
Setting the table is a simple pleasure that really does make life more lovely. Arranging a tablecloth or placemats, napkins, silverware, and candles or flowers elevates eating to dining.
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” ~ Virginia Wolf
Think On These Things ~ Alicia