|My great-grandparents, Maude and Claude Phillips, sorting potatoes. Photographer and date unknown.|
|My parents and Uncle Richard eating Sunday dinner, 1962.|
Sunday Dinner is the once-weekly gathering that brought people together in a celebration of food and family. It’s pretty much died out, and probably for good reasons, but it still has a powerful hold on our imagination. A few years ago I received a grant from the Library of Congress to research Sunday Dinner and since then I’ve been obsessed with tracking down vintage photographs and stories about this lost American tradition. I have a vision of a Sunday Dinner reborn, without the drudgery that traditionally fell to the woman of the house.
Sharing a meal may be one of the last remaining ways our culture has to strengthen ties with friends and family and to reconnect to our heritage. I invite you to join me in my quest to investigate Sunday Dinners of the past and to re-make the grand tradition of Sunday Dinner.