tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post6819153026739513957..comments2023-10-10T12:16:27.746-04:00Comments on The Other Side of the Mountain: Let me Count the Ways I Miss You, Potluck.H. Gillhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16866823621648796335noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-88009997814249365902011-07-05T23:01:14.088-04:002011-07-05T23:01:14.088-04:00I didn't see anything wrong with Blake's p...I didn't see anything wrong with Blake's post. ;)I am glad you never had to "grade" me. <br /><br />Our Methodist church was much like yours. We had the Fellowship Hall, the tiny pencils, the envelopes and probably the same hymnals. A few weeks ago, I went back to the old church to attend a funeral for the mother of a friend of my youth there. There was a potluck meal for the family and friends in the Fellowship Hall after the service. I sat there with four of those precious old friends, absolutely swamped with memories. And yes, there were tiny bowls of corn and green beans nestled beside store bought fried chicken and huge pans of some very tasty noodle casseroles and my all time favorite Parker County Peach cobbler. Georgia isn't the only place known for it's peaches!Leslyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08491641607811020649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-44250771321818730322011-06-13T09:41:49.139-04:002011-06-13T09:41:49.139-04:00I also decided thirty minutes ago to deliberately ...I also decided thirty minutes ago to deliberately put commas in wrong positions, use fragments, and run-on sentences to bother you. I know you've been habituated to fix such things so they must stick out like sore thumbs. The.Blakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03617449507493321849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-69723410982699243122011-06-13T09:39:18.042-04:002011-06-13T09:39:18.042-04:00Bleh, pot lucks. Thirty-seven green bean casserole...Bleh, pot lucks. Thirty-seven green bean casseroles and that one dish nobody can figure out so it goes untouched. I would have to agree with your mother, casseroles are of the devil. But I'm no nutritionist, I just don't think it's cooking, I think it's cheating. Casseroles are made the same way as Hollywood Blockbusters and self-help books. Toss some things in that don't go together and pray to God someone will like it.Blakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03617449507493321849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-47993951925253459612011-05-25T17:55:43.765-04:002011-05-25T17:55:43.765-04:00Our church still has potluck Sunday on "5th S...Our church still has potluck Sunday on "5th Sundays." I always get tickled at the little ladies who bring one tiny bowl (that holds about 5 spoons full) of green beans and sit them down next to my feed-an-army-sized crock pot. The announcement always says to bring enough to feed your family; just shows how drastically our family size can change over the years. It's a good reminder for me at how differently our tables must be each night...mine with loud ill-mannered laughter while their's must be so quiet. Makes me thankful for my unholy grocery bill.<br /><br />When we worshiped in Fayetteville, AR, a bunch of us were discussing the rhythmic nature of some of the members' prayers. You know, how some men will always begin with a certain phrase, use "thee" and "thou" when they'd never use it in everyday speech, etc. One fellow said that when he was a young boy, there was an older gentleman who always ended his prayer with the phrase, "guide, guard, and direct us," but this young fellow always heard, "guard dog protect us." He said for the longest time he truly thought God had a big old rottweiler sitting on the right hand of his throne watching out for us all. LOL Now that we're in Nashville, AR, there's a man at our current church who uses the same phrase...I giggle out loud every.single.time. AmeliaAmeliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13273834595252057018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-18948179498297815432011-05-20T23:04:30.180-04:002011-05-20T23:04:30.180-04:00I thoroughly enjoyed this memory. As you know I d...I thoroughly enjoyed this memory. As you know I didn't go to church and my memories of "potluck" meals is different but it's still the same. The saving of seats, the parents watchful eyes, and the socialization I think our present generation misses out on....JulesJuliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05468542721062027318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-51557754917537091352011-05-20T19:50:13.767-04:002011-05-20T19:50:13.767-04:00Oh I think this was a healthy tradition, where did...Oh I think this was a healthy tradition, where did it go? I missed out on this, although my Mom says they always had food after church. I do remember coffee hour, (with cookies) and sickenly sweet red punch. I remember a wonderful tradition in summer at the Methodist Church. We used to have ice-cream socials. All the women made homemade cakes and the men would be dipping vanilla ice-cream at the end of the line. It was wonderful! What great times you had....LoriLori Heydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07800167686537384791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-56480013696404293132011-05-20T13:54:05.578-04:002011-05-20T13:54:05.578-04:00Oh, Harriet: I can't wait to read this when I ...Oh, Harriet: I can't wait to read this when I have more time. I will comment again after I do! LoriLori Heydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07800167686537384791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-66377982621608384892011-05-19T20:46:47.132-04:002011-05-19T20:46:47.132-04:00We had a potluck dinner several Sundays ago after ...We had a potluck dinner several Sundays ago after church to celebrate the groundbreaking for a new addition to our building. It was neat to usher in the new with an old tradition. Lots of great fellowship. And the food was yummy.<br /><br />Sadly, many of the traditional homemade goodies were replaced by store-bought items. I guess that is a sign of the "busyness" of times. Does this generation know how to fry a chicken? I'll be the first to admit that I don't because Publix does it so well for me, but Publix can't beat my mama's fried chicken. I miss the homemade goodness that has been replaced by convenience. *sigh*<br /><br />Great post. Great walk down memory lane.<br /><br />And I knew that you had Methodist roots. :-)Nanlanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14202844765774275280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278302907767234817.post-11331969845209910322011-05-19T12:20:20.928-04:002011-05-19T12:20:20.928-04:00My church still does potlucks! They. are. amazing...My church still does potlucks! They. are. amazing. And we always added "in the bathroom" to the end of hymn titles. :-PKristyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17806742166270425783noreply@blogger.com