Christmas has been my favorite time of year for as long as I can remember. The sights, sounds, smells and the music get my tinsel in a tangle.
An event that was part of my life for many years was a special dinner for the women of our church and guests they invited. I was part of the planning committee. The other women on the committee were delightful, hard-working, creative and just fun to be around. We put on a mighty fine event, if I do say so myself. It took months to plan and execute but was worth every minute.
Men from the congregation and hand-picked teenagers from the youth group were our servers. A woman from another church was hired to cater it many years running.
Her mother and aunt were enlisted to help her plate the food and the meal was always a success.
I was thinking about all of this the other day for a couple of reasons. In particular I was reflecting on the gorgeous table settings (which I will share photos of in a future post) and the food.
The very next day I ran into one of the catering ladies.
I smiled politely, finished the conversation and walked away scratching my head (at least figuratively). I had no clue why they referred to us in that way. After all, we had men and children at our church and a whole lot more women than eighty.
Hours later it hit me! They were talking about the number of women that attended the event. (In reality it was more closer to one hundred fifty but, admittedly, eighty ladies has a nicer ring). I had a good chuckle when I realized to what they were referring when they called us the Eighty Lady church.
The entire thing reminded me of some of the things and people I hold dearest from those events. I will be sharing some of those them with you in future posts.
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