When I was two my father died in a boating accident, leaving my mom with a two month old infant and a two year old.  My mother's father, who we all called Poppa, helped raise my sister Cindi and I. We spent our childhood in his restaurant. By twelve I was hostess​ing, and by thirteen I was working as a waitress.  The restaurant was closed one day​ a year on Christmas day;​ it was the only day my grandfather took off. 
​The employees took one day off a week. Since I didn't know the difference, I thought it was the way everyone else in the world worked too.
The busy days at the restaurant were Friday, Saturday and Sunday after church.  All the staff worked on those days, on Sundays, we would go to church and then go to work.  Usually it was the same folks that always stopped after church. It was pleasant for us, serving people we liked, and giving them things that made them happy like fried chicken and cherry pie among the many offerings.  
We will be repeating what my grandfather did so many years ago. Although we won't be serving any food, we will be greeting old friends and new in the afternoons on Sundays at Prairie Quilt.  Stop by ​between 1 pm and 4 pm. I will be here most Sundays and look forward to you visit.