I don’t have a lot of specific memories of Thanksgiving.
We often had family over; and I always preferred the kids’ table, because that meant sitting with cousins – first the Harris boys, and later on with our dear cousins Alice and Marilyn.
I know one year we didn’t have family over (I don’t remember why). My mom cooked turkey roll – much to the intense disappointment of my sister Linda. That was also the year my mom forgot to mix the butter into the pumpkin pie batter – so she just put butter pats on top – this results in a kind of greenish/yellowish grease pool on top of your pie.
So Thanksgiving meant having to do a lot of cleaning in preparation of having company and then a lot of clean up after the mean (remember my mom could dirty every pan in the house making an ordinary meal – so Thanksgiving cleanup was astounding and my mother was a firm believer that cleanup is why you had children).
So Thanksgiving has never been my favorite holiday.
But I respect it.
I respect any holiday that is centered around food and being grateful.
It’s in the name.
And God (TIDBI) knows I have a lot to be grateful for.
I hope you do too.