Every meal was served as if we were on a luxury liner. We had assigned seating and an assigned time when we were to have our meals. The military personnel going to Korea ate at a different time, so all of the military dependents were in the dining room together. The tables were set very formally and we had waiters serving us. They would seat us, place our napkin in our lap, and serve us with a cloth over their arm. I was trying very hard to show all of my best manners and to appear very grown up. We sat with another family at our table. I watched my Mother carefully, trying to use the correct fork and spoon. I wanted to do everything just right.
One evening the waiter brought us pork chops for dinner. Wanting to appear "grown up" I told my Mother I wanted to cut my own meat. I had never cut my own meat before, my Mother had always cut it for me. I had been taught how to cut a piece of meat but just hadn't done it. I forgot a step, I took my knife and began cutting without securing the pork chop with my fork. The pork chop flew across the room, landing on the floor. I wanted to die, but everyone at our table laughed. I was very embarrassed as the waiter calmly walked over and removed my plate and placed a new plate with a new pork chop in front of me. My Mother cut my new meat and I did not object.