Happy Thanksgiving to you ALL!
On this marvelous day, I am remembering fond memories of
Thanksgivings Past; but mostly thinking of each of you and what I have to be
THANKFUL for!
Many times in our growing-upe years in Pocatello, we would
be seated at a long table in our front year, and there would be a knock on the
door. Standing in the cold would be a
tramp – who had come from the railroad not too far from where we lived. They left a sort of signal that pointed to
mom’s house, and she always gave them a plate of food. And, who wouldn’t want my mom’s delicious
home-made turkey, gravy and stuffing?
A favorite recollection is when I was a freshman at Ricks
College. I went on an art trip to
Chicago….we left Rexburg Wednesday at noon in a blinding snowstorm, and arrived
in Chicago the next afternoon -
Thanksgiving. When I called to
wish my parents a happy turkey day, they wanted me to hurry and get home
because everyone was waiting for me to come home so they could get dinner
going. They thought my phone call from
Chicago was a joke and that I was merely at my roommate’s home playing a
prank. Fun memory.
The first time I ever cooked a turkey on my own was in
1969. Allen and I were living in a small
trailer home in Rexburg; I was 7 months pregnant with Jeremy, and I was on
crutches because I had sprained my ankle very badly. Of course, there was no Google and who could
afford to make a long-distance phone call to my mother to find out HOW to make
a turkey, so we muddled through it using the Betty Cocker cook book. I don’t remember much about how things turned
out, but obviously no one got poisoned and Jeremy – in utero – seemed to
survive it along with Justin and Jenni; out -utero.
The first time we didn’t have ANY family at all was a winter
right after Allen retired and we were spending a few months in Sun City,
Arizona. We ate at a restaurant. The guy in the booth next to us told the
waiter there was a bread tie in his meal, so she gave the meal to him free. I never believed it, personally. But, eating out was an experience I’d never
had before on Thanksgiving.
WHAT???? No left-over turkey
sandwiches?
In China, we didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, except in our
hearts, as we were teaching that day.
Just another day in China.
But, mostly, I have such fond memories of OUR turkey days
together; take last year as an example.
We went shooting out on the desert, met Lisa for the first time, and
learned Bobby and Kristi were getting married in September! And, who will ever forget, Jenni and Brent
jumping out of the closet when Janna asked Kristi to get her something from the
pantry?
Memories; the stuff of happiness.
And, so on this day of giving thanks, I give thanks for each
one of you. For your goodness, your
thoughtfulness, your fun, your BEING.
Oh, yes, I am thankful indeed.
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