Wow!!! Yes, I have missed them too. Yes to the church ladies with the butter mints side hustle. With only Protestant and mostly Southern Baptist weddings in my growing up cultural experience, they were the treasure on the wedding reception serving table: dry tiny tea sandwiches, cheese straws ( didn’t like them then; another local lady likely made them) , mixed nuts which were always devoid of pecans by time I got there, and cake squares, not reunion worthy. I did love the fizzy lime sherbet punch in the center so those two made it. It’s been a while and this was a delight to read.
You are spot on, Nancy. And the funny thing is we didn't realize the transition until it was too late. Those "locally catered" receptions were wonderful.
Vignettes like these bring back so many happy memories of growing up in a small county seat in the northern piedmont of NC many years ago in a time now gone like last night's dream. A collection of these stories would make a wonderful book for those of us dinosaurs who still prefer reading them over Kindle, etc. I sure hope a certain someone will take heed and consider such a project! Bless you.
Somewhere after building 2 houses since 1986, I have my great aunt Elora's marble slab! We always called her "Doley" and she and her 3 sisters lived in Shelby. I used to watch her pull and roll the mints and they were mouth watering! I doubt now my hands have the strength to make them but it did bring up a fond memory!!
Wow!!! Yes, I have missed them too. Yes to the church ladies with the butter mints side hustle. With only Protestant and mostly Southern Baptist weddings in my growing up cultural experience, they were the treasure on the wedding reception serving table: dry tiny tea sandwiches, cheese straws ( didn’t like them then; another local lady likely made them) , mixed nuts which were always devoid of pecans by time I got there, and cake squares, not reunion worthy. I did love the fizzy lime sherbet punch in the center so those two made it. It’s been a while and this was a delight to read.
You are spot on, Nancy. And the funny thing is we didn't realize the transition until it was too late. Those "locally catered" receptions were wonderful.
Vignettes like these bring back so many happy memories of growing up in a small county seat in the northern piedmont of NC many years ago in a time now gone like last night's dream. A collection of these stories would make a wonderful book for those of us dinosaurs who still prefer reading them over Kindle, etc. I sure hope a certain someone will take heed and consider such a project! Bless you.
Somewhere after building 2 houses since 1986, I have my great aunt Elora's marble slab! We always called her "Doley" and she and her 3 sisters lived in Shelby. I used to watch her pull and roll the mints and they were mouth watering! I doubt now my hands have the strength to make them but it did bring up a fond memory!!
Susan Graben