All the worn out sleepy people seemed to be suddenly wide awake and full of energy the minute church services were over. The men gathered up all the songbooks and used the benches to set up several tables while the women went to prepare the food.
This community did not serve regular church lunch but instead had a chart with every married ladies name telling what she was supposed to bring and when. The woman at the place where church was held provided several huge hot casseroles while others provided salads, cakes, and other desserts.
The men always filled their trays first, followed by the boys and girls and then the women came last. It was very frustrating to us when the boys decided to start sitting at the women's table to eat instead of the benches where they used to. It was hard trying to balance a large tray of food on my lap besides having a baby and a toddler to take care of at the same time. No one dared to suggest to the boys though that they should do the proper thing and let the mothers have a table to sit at because when all was said and done the young folks were more honored and revered than anyone else in this church.
After lunch was over the young folks went to play volley ball or baseball while the women got to clear up the mess. I enjoyed the company of the women though and there was no lack of conversation and laughter as we all worked together. Shortly after the mess was cleaned up it would be time for us to go home and start all our chores.
There would be supper and a singing in the evening for the youth and who ever else wanted to attend. We didn't very often. With three little children, and a lot of chores, eating in the comfort of our own home where I didn't have to grow an additional arm or two to be able to comfortably enjoy my meal and an early bedtime seemed like the best choice for us.