Sitting at the Adult Table #mfrwauthor

It's Friday. Time again for the challenge. It's halfway through and I'm still posting. That's a surprise. This is another of the topics that required some thought. If you've been following the challenge, you'll remember that I can be a bit memory challenged. So what would be my favorite holiday memory?

It could be the Memorial Day honeymoon, or the repeat many years later. A third visit to the area didn't materialize this year. So that is out. It might be the Fourth of July where my great-niece was captured on camera in a great picture with her grandfather. But nope, I can't use the picture. That would not only violate copyright, but the now young woman's privacy. And it isn't really a memory.

So here it goes. It might not be the favorite holiday memory, but it is a holiday tale. When I was growing up, Thanksgiving and Christmas always meant full houses with between seventeen to twenty-one people seated around the table. Even with extra leaves in the table, not everyone fit. The solution was to bring in the picnic table and benches so there would be the "adult" table and the "children's" table. Age did not necessarily mean an automatic upgrade to adult if you were needed to assist younger children ** waves hand **, that was me. 

Later I eventually was able to sit at the adult table. That isn't the end of the story. The tale of the adult and children's table was slightly fictionalized and published as "A Place At the Table" in A Yuletide Wish.

So the memory could be being the most senior person at the children's table, graduating to the adult table, or the thrill of one of my first pieces accepted for publication.

 ~till next time, Helen