Pushing Back the Furniture to Dance
Every summer we used to meet over at Mee Maw and Paw Paw?s house on the pond for a family reunion after church ? same Sunday every year. And you?d show up bringing your latest addition, or attachment, philosophy on life, lingering grudge, or the dish you were known for making, like Aunt Bitsy?s congealed salad surprise which just goes to show that surprises aren?t always a good thing.
And somewhere after dinner or supper or lunch - whatever you like to call it depending on where you are from - we?d all collapse anywhere we could find a spot inside to avoid the heat and commence to staring at each other and just talking. And somewhere out of the tranquil boredom of that Sunday afternoon a bud of an argument would sprout ? usually over politics or religion or Cousin Enid?s latest experimentations with the darker side of life - something that tends to happen when you put folks together that are bonded by blood instead of choice.