@boomerang,
Memories of getting tv trays in the fifties and watching Lawrence Welk with my parents and my aunt. I could not
wait until that program was over. Now of course I'd dearly love to have a meal with my parents and my aunt, just one more time. Mostly we ate at the kitchen or dining room table.
In my house as a single woman, I had a circular table and director's chairs. The chairs were too short for the table. Director's chairs and pillows..
In my marriage, the dining room table was the only place we really could eat, unless we put plates on our laps in front of the tv (we didn't have kids, except my niece, what am I saying, in many ways she was/is our kid). I don't remember doing that plates on laps thing much (and that was over lots of years.) But I remember having meals on the big front porch (big porch, tiny house) as much as the dining table, and having friends and neighbors stop by, especially on weekends. That's how I got to be such a devil may care cook...