Comments on: Sunday Pot Luck Dinner

By: Palestrya

Palestrya — Sun, 08 May 2011 03:43:32 +0000

Wonderful poem! Brings back memories of when I was a little girl and afterwards the men would turn the handle for ice cream . . . YUM

By: CutestPrincess

CutestPrincess — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 07:53:38 +0000

Great poem, strong concept, well written.

By: lisa

lisa — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 15:54:08 +0000

Why must you post things about food? Only to make me hungry?

By: Daisy Peasblossom

Daisy Peasblossom — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 02:37:07 +0000

I remember those country gatherings–church suppers, harvest dinners, family reunions where all the ladies brought their best recipes and tried to out-do each other. The other end of the story, Sandie, is how they discussed all week who brought what, who couldn’t wait to scarf up some-body-or-others best, who grabbed up their untouched dish to take it home in shame, who gave away scads of cookies or bread the families who hadn’t had much to contribute. My grandmother had 8 living sisters and they all lived in the same neighborhood; girls don’t resort to fisticuffs. They use words.

By: Mystify

Mystify — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 23:29:01 +0000

Nice story poem,sounds like a great sunday dinner.

By: Darla Smith

Darla Smith — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 23:04:20 +0000

Great poem! Really brought back memories.

By: SANDIE

SANDIE — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 23:01:47 +0000

Like the story is there any more?