We had rather amusing rituals in hindsight! The cattlestop at the front gate rattled all my growing up years and for a long time after, and if a car would rattle over the cattlestop while we were having dinner Mum would call out from the kitchen "Bring your plates in!" and we'd race into the kitchen where Mum would put our mince or sausages into a pot ready to offer the visitors. We seemed to think nothing of this and knew there was always weetbix in the cupboard for later (or that's what Mum always told us anyway). Stranger still was her telling the biggest child to "Bring out the cake!" and we'd start crawling under the beds to find where her latest bakery efforts were hidden for visitors. I wouldn't know why not even one of us searched under the beds at other times and ate the cake ourselves - I guess there was always someone to tell Mum who the culprit was!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.