Thanksgiving
Saturday, November 28th, 2009Half of my family was born on Thanksgiving.
My father and the twins.
My father is long dead, but I think of him on the 25th of November every year.
My sisters are long alive and I think of them every year on the 26th of November.
Thanksgiving was the first of three winter feasting holidays in my family.
My mother cooked all day in a steamy kitchen.
The menu was almost always the same.
Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, corn and a simple salad.
And pumpkin pie.
The good china and silverware came out of hiding.
The table cloth was white, and I now own it.
When it is on my table it brings with it the memories of those family dinners.
Everyone around the table.
Including my Grams and Uncle Jim.
We would watch the Macy’s parade and some football.
We would eat early in the day, so we could space out our helpings for hours on end.
And maybe it snowed.