“One's parents were brought up by those who lived through the Depression, so there was no question of wasting food. Nor for that matter was there any of what today passes for modern parenting where children negotiate. Suffice to say that liver was consumed "or else".
Launderess,
Your parents sound just like mine! We had to eat liver on a regular basis. Once, when I was about 8 and it was liver night, I found the liver especially intolerable. My Dad was sitting to my right and I told him, “Daddy, I’m gonna throw up if you make me eat this”, he nonchalantly turned to me and said, “ Well then Eddie, just go into the laundry room and throw up in the laundry tub, then come back to the table and finish your dinner”. That was the end of that plea for special dispensation from liver. And over time I learned to tolerate liver, and actually not dislike its so much.
My sister Mary on the other hand wouldn’t go along with the program of eating her liver. One summer evening in about ‘65 when Mary was 10 she fought a battle royale with Mom over the mandatory liver.
Our dining room had two pocket doors, one between the kitchen and the other between the living room. The rest of the family had finished dinner and Mary’s liver still remained untouched on her plate.
Mom told her, “Mary you’re gonna eat every GD bite of that liver and you’re not leaving this table until you do”, then Mom got her cigarettes and ashtray and closed both of the pocket doors, sequestering Mary in the dining room.
The rest of the family retired to the living room to watch TV. We could hear Mary’s pleas to leave the table and the dreaded liver, to no avail. A couple of times the pocket door opened half way in Mary’s attempt to crash out of Stalag Liver, and then slam shut when Mom reached the door before Mary could escape.
This went on for at least two hours before Mom finally got Mary to eat a couple of bites of the liver. She then declared the Siege of Liver to be over and joined us in the living room to watch Saturday Night at the Movies.
The next time we had liver for dinner Mary had learned her lesson and ate a few bites and was able to leave the table with the rest of her liver unfinished.
As we were frequently told, “There are kids in China that are starving and would love to have anything to eat”, to which I’d smart assly reply, “Then send it to them”, as you can well imagine this went over like a lead balloon.
Eddie