Entenmann's cakes. There was an extra pot of coffee brewing in the afternoon. It was always a surprise to us who would come. Us kids would get excited if cousins our own age would show up and sometimes a little disappointed if just the adults did. Except when Aunt Elda and Uncle Tom visited. Those visits I cherish the most. Uncle Tom would teach me boxing moves so I could defend myself from my brothers when they got too rough. He was a golden gloves boxer in the 30's. We would hear stories of my feisty grandmother Lucia who died when my dad was 5. I remember Elda would tell me with a smile in her eyes how much I looked like her sister Emma who died way too young.
It is rainy Sundays like today that I like to have a pot of stew or a dish of lasagna ready just in case someone shows up. It is rainy Sundays like today that memories of sitting around our picnic table sharing a meal with Aunt Elda and Uncle Tom fill my heart.