I was just thinking about hearing Ma call us to supper too. She's stick her head out the back door and yell "It's on the board!!!!"
I haven't thought of that in years and years.
This thread is bringing back lots of good memories.
Laying in bed listening to the rain on the old tin roof.
Waking up before daylight to the smell of breakfast cooking and hearing Ma puttering around in the kitchen.
The sound of the churn dasher and squeak of the rocker as Ma rocked in that old wooden rocker on the porch churning butter...