When most of the people had come in and the appointed time had arrived, the bishop or someone important, got up on the stage and welcomed everyone to the ward dinner. Then someone else came up to say the prayer. After that, it was time to officially eat. Out of the kitchen came lots of teenage girls. They were the servers. Some brought heaping containers of mashed potatoes. Others, big bowls of corn, green beans, gravy, and pitchers of homemade root beer.
Of course there was the main course, the roast beef. Several ladies in the ward were usually asked to take a roaster home with them to cook ten to twenty pounds of meat in the cooker.
At the time when it was our turn, the house would sure smell good. And it was good. The nice thing about it all, was that at the dinner we could have as much as we liked. There was always plenty. I generally made a swimming pool out of my mashed potatoes, and then poured gravy in it. Sometimes I floated corn or bits of my roll in the swimming pool, unless my mom was keeping a close eye on me. For the most part though, I ate. And ate and ate and ate. It was good! From time to time the girls came back out to see how we were doing. They didn’t wait on individual people, just tables. If one table needed more gravy, they brought it out. They were always busy. The tables were forty feet long, and that represented a lot of hungry people.
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