Scrounging for food for the children

Some of the family eat Sunday dinner, on Sunda...

Some of the family eat Sunday dinner, on Sundays the two married sons of the Sergents, their wives and children often… – NARA – 541343 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sunday.  The one day of the week that’s different.  For one thing, the diner is always closed on Sunday.  As tired as she is, Esther appreciates having a day off, but that means no table scraps to bring home to feed the kids.  So Esther knows she’ll have to come up with somethin’ else to fill those little tummies today.

As she sits at the kitchen table in the quiet of the early morning, Esther thinks back to how Sundays used to be, back when Joe was still alive and they lived on their farm.  She still got out of bed early in those days.  Lots of cooking to do for a family of seven, that’s for sure.  She’d get her bread kneaded and set it to rise in a warm spot in the kitchen.  Nothing like the smell of yeast bread to get a mouth to waterin’.  Sometimes she’d put on a big pot of beans early in the morning so they could have beans and cornbread, but not on Sunday.

On Sundays, after taking the whole family to church dressed in their Sunday go-to-meetin’ duds,  they’d have fried chicken, mashed taters and white gravy, green beans cooked with bacon, corn on the cob, sliced maters and maybe a nice juicy berry cobbler for dessert.  Oh my, thinkin’ back to those meals sure did get her stomach to growlin’.  Esther shakes her head, places her hands palm down on the table and pushes herself away, knowing she’s got to get busy.

Today they’ll have that beans and cornbread.  Too bad there’s no ham to put into the beans and no butter for the cornbread.  Esther decides to gather the kids later and go out and find some poke weed to cook up for their supper.  Of course there’ll be wild onions to add to the beans.  And maybe, just maybe, they’ll get lucky and find some blackberries.  She might be able to scrounge up enough sugar to make a little blackberry cobbler in the old cast iron skillet, at least enough for a few bites for each of the young’uns.

Esther whispers a quiet prayer thanking the Lord that her children won’t have to go hungry today, trying to keep her faith strong in the face of life’s trials and tribulations.  It’s not an easy thing to do, but Esther knows that’s what Joe would expect of her. She asks the Lord’s forgiveness for not taking the children to church these days.  It’s just that she’s noticed some of the church women looking down their noses at her and the kids.  She overheard the banker’s wife talking to several of the women, telling them she didn’t think it was right to walk into the Lord’s house dressed in rags and not wearing shoes.  Esther held her head high that day, but the tears flowed freely once she got home and went to bed.  She felt such shame, shame that people would think that way about her kids, shame that she couldn’t do a better job of providing for the kids, shame that she hadn’t been able to hold everything together once she lost Joe.  No, she wouldn’t take her kids to any church where they weren’t welcome.  The Lord would just have to understand.

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8 Responses

  1. And not one single thing has changed to this very day with the church going folk! Way to go Patti, thanks for fueling my fire that was already raging on a Sunday, no less. LoL, well, may God forgive them for not doing what He told them to do. That is, care for the widows.

    • Well…yeah…that is one of the things I find discouraging about so many people who call themselves Christians…they fail to do what Jesus did…I thought I worked it well to have this be published on a Sunday…

  2. Really can’t stand people who judge in such a way. Bah. They should be helping Esther really.

    • Yeah, but you know there are people like that…I remember, when I used to go to church, there were people there who bad-mouthed the minister and his wife because their boys wore jeans to church. I never could figure that out…teenaged boys who were going to church, who cares what they were wearing? Apparently there are folks who do…

      • Yes, it just sounds as if only the rich are allowed to come to a place to worship God or whatever? Then again I don’t understand religion as a whole. I’d rather keep far away from the whole God discussion either way. I’d rather just live a good life and enjoy it. I value that more than the question whether there is a God and if He really wants us to go to church..

      • Sounds like we have a lot in common as far as organized religion is concerned…treat people the way you’d like to be treated…isn’t that what it should be about?

      • I totally agree with that. “Believe what you want to believe and let others do the same”.

      • If only we could get more people to live that way…

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