Growing up in Massachusetts during the 1960s meant following a set of unwritten dinner rules. These rules were not suggestions, but commandments that built character.
Children were expected to sit with hands folded tight, eyes squeezed shut, and mouths clamped silent before a meal. No one touched their fork until a short prayer was said over the meal, such as pot roast and boiled potatoes.
My grandmother ran her kitchen like a benevolent general, and breaking protocol meant facing her raised eyebrow of doom.
These customs, passed down through generations of Yankee families, would be confusing to today's kids.
Author's summary: Unwritten dinner rules in 1960s Massachusetts.