Hahaha...my mom had a bell on the back porch.
When she rang, you had to go. No questions asked, because it was dinner.
Later, when we went back out, it was 9:00. Funny, my parents didn’t brook being late for dinner, but later in the evening if you came in ten or fifteen minutes late, it was no big deal.
Dinner was different.
When I was young, six days a week we had a sit down supper. Mon - Fri was at 6:00 pm, Sunday at 1:00 two hours after we got back from church. Saturday was Mom’s day off, hotdogs, burgers, simple stuff like that. There were seven kids and the worse thing was to be late for dinner. Very few excuses accepted. Also, each kid would take turns saying Grace before dinner. Naturally, there were many arguments about who actually said Grace the night before. My brother and I used to see how fast we could say the Grace before getting caught. Funny how something can bring back a memory, I haven’t thought about racing through Grace in years.