Suburban Chicago, Spring 1963. My Mom heads off for another set of her Sunday rounds.
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February 26, 2012
February 24, 2013
February 5, 2012
Sunday Rounds
Here's Mom, heading off to make rounds at the three local hospitals at which she admitted patients:
Suburban Chicago, February 1965. Mom stands next to "The Swan" on a snowy Sunday.
Suburban Chicago, February 1965. Mom stands next to "The Swan" on a snowy Sunday.
October 14, 2012
Ready for Rounds
Suburban Chicago, Spring 1963. Mom is ready to head out for her Sunday rounds. Dad has asked her to stand at one of his favorite spots for photos, namely next to the plastic plant and the piano.
December 7, 2014
November 13, 2011
Eat like a grownup.
I mentioned earlier that Lithuanians, like many Europeans, entertain on Sundays.
My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, loved to cook and socialize. She usually was the one who proposed having parties. My Mom often was less thrilled with the idea because she regularly was exhausted. Mom worked on Saturdays, and on Sunday mornings, she would do hospital rounds while Dad and I went to the zoo. When Mom returned from those rounds, she readied the house by dusting, cleaning bathrooms, and setting the dining room table for the mid-day party.
When the family hosted Sunday dinner, the children ate at a separate table in the kitchen. We sat at the dining table only on rare holidays, like Kūčios.
An easier entertaining alternative was to invite friends over for tea. We served tea in the living room, at the coffee table. Tatjana and Mom had special, embroidered tablecloths that they would use for the tea parties: "tea cloths." The guests would arrive in the late afternoon, and we would serve a variety of pastries. Tatjana often baked a yeasted coffee cake ("pyragas ant mielių"). I was disappointed by the yeast cakes because I wanted sweet, American cakes with heavy frosting and sugary flowers.
I nonetheless was thrilled when guests came to tea because I was not banished on those occasions to a children's table. My Parents instead allowed me to sit with the adults and eat like a grownup.
Even today, I love to entertain guests in the sunny living room. It's much more fun to graze around a coffee table than to eat at the dining table. If you've eaten at our coffee table, Mr. Irene and I hope you enjoyed the visit.
Suburban Chicago, April 1961. Mom, Tatjana, and I host Sunday tea. I sit in one of the painted chairs from the Rec Room play table. Mom has me dressed in red again, and she's wearing those red shoes! There's little other color in the gray living room.
Mom tells me that red shoes were all the rage then.
My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, loved to cook and socialize. She usually was the one who proposed having parties. My Mom often was less thrilled with the idea because she regularly was exhausted. Mom worked on Saturdays, and on Sunday mornings, she would do hospital rounds while Dad and I went to the zoo. When Mom returned from those rounds, she readied the house by dusting, cleaning bathrooms, and setting the dining room table for the mid-day party.
When the family hosted Sunday dinner, the children ate at a separate table in the kitchen. We sat at the dining table only on rare holidays, like Kūčios.
An easier entertaining alternative was to invite friends over for tea. We served tea in the living room, at the coffee table. Tatjana and Mom had special, embroidered tablecloths that they would use for the tea parties: "tea cloths." The guests would arrive in the late afternoon, and we would serve a variety of pastries. Tatjana often baked a yeasted coffee cake ("pyragas ant mielių"). I was disappointed by the yeast cakes because I wanted sweet, American cakes with heavy frosting and sugary flowers.
I nonetheless was thrilled when guests came to tea because I was not banished on those occasions to a children's table. My Parents instead allowed me to sit with the adults and eat like a grownup.
Even today, I love to entertain guests in the sunny living room. It's much more fun to graze around a coffee table than to eat at the dining table. If you've eaten at our coffee table, Mr. Irene and I hope you enjoyed the visit.
Suburban Chicago, April 1961. Mom, Tatjana, and I host Sunday tea. I sit in one of the painted chairs from the Rec Room play table. Mom has me dressed in red again, and she's wearing those red shoes! There's little other color in the gray living room.
Mom tells me that red shoes were all the rage then.
April 14, 2013
May 4, 2014
Rounds, Again.
Suburban Chicago, 1967. Mom heads out to three hospitals for Sunday rounds. It must be spring because she's carrying white gloves. The lilac still life has moved to the upstairs hallway.
August 12, 2012
Sunday Paper: Catch-up-before-rounds Edition
Suburban Chicago, November 1964. My Mom takes a moment to glance at the Chicago Tribune Magazine before heading out for her Sunday hospital rounds.
November 6, 2016
January 5, 2014
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December 18, 2011
Sunday at the Zoo
My Dad took me to Brookfield Zoo nearly every Sunday. We usually made the short drive to the zoo in the morning, while my Mom made her daily rounds at the hospitals. By the time she was done with those visits, Dad and I returned home, and my paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, had dinner ready for us. Like most Europeans, we ate our main meal at midday.
This photo is unusual because here, Mom joined us at the zoo. That made this visit a special outing.
This photo is unusual because here, Mom joined us at the zoo. That made this visit a special outing.
Brookfield Zoo, December 1966. Mom is not carrying a large pocketbook; that's her gold, vinyl knitting bag. It's still in constant use. I hang onto my Brownie Camera.
January 1, 2013
Cleaning up.
Suburban Chicago, Spring 1972. This photo of Tatjana at the kitchen sink depicts an unusual scene because Tatjana rarely washed the dishes. My Mom was responsible for kitchen cleanup. One of the reasons Mom didn't like to entertain—recall we usually hosted parties on Sunday afternoons—was because after the guests left in the evening, Mom would be washing dishes and storing china late into the night. She'd then have to get up early to make her hospital rounds the next morning.
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