A Thanksgiving to Remember…
No better Thanksgiving could be had, than the one just passed, for me and my family…
The week started rough. Events transpiring that I’d much rather forget than dwell on. I’d cooked off and on for three days in preparation for immediate family. My husband, children, grandchildren, mom and step-dad, son’s girlfriend and my one and only sweetheart-of-a-brother. Plus I’d babysat his daughter, Madison all week, as the kids were out of school.
On the menu: chicken-n-dressing, a seventeen pound gobbler, ten pounds of creamed potatoes, lol, (seems I can never make enough) green beans, corn, deviled eggs, giblet gravy, cranberry sauce, pea salad, a couple chocolate pies and cheesecake. Lots and lots of calories, but oh, so yummy!
Southern Style Cornbread
Scrumptious Chocolate Pie
Seventeen pounds of turkey for a hungry crowd
With the holidays come a multitude of emotions for most people. This year was no different. Mom’s been in an uproar for days, with her emotions spiraling from angry to downright depressed. She still wants to celebrate the holidays with her kids, as she should, but her house is small and she and Bill are not in the best of health to try and handle such large gatherings. Things have got to change, and I’m sure, slowly they will. It will be left to us kids to carry on the traditions.
But, lets move on to the good stuff… We enjoyed our meal, and later, the men shot bows in an attempt to sharpen their deer hunting skills, boasting all the while about their hunting escapades and racking the perfect trophy buck. Each man present, putting a twist on his own unique yarn, the tale growing taller and wider with each word spoken. Thought I’d have to put on my boots there for a while to wade through the muck. Teehee.
My brother with one of his buck tales
Anyway…the phone rings, drawing me inside and away from the action. On the other end of the line is my sister informing me that she and her family are dropping by. Add her crew to the mix and the headcount reaches thirty rather quickly. But, that’s okay, as each and every one of them is dear to my heart. It’s a blessing to spend time with family that I rarely get to see.
My house is small, but we had a great time. Brother and sisters reminisced over coffee and dessert, nibbled on leftovers as we talked about our childhood, the hardships we’ve each faced over the past year, and how much stronger those trials have made us all. Best of all, Mom was finally happy.
Hard work, but well worth the effort just to see her smile, and to be surrounded by the warmth and love that only a family can bring. A wonderful and much needed reminder of how truly blessed I am.
I can only hope that my online friends found themselves ensconced in that same kind of love, those magical moments that can never be replaced or duplicated. Without family, none of us would be the people we are today. And although I’m tired, it’s a contented tired, and I thank God for what matters most. Family!