What an incredibly fast year this has been! I can remember as I child how my dad and my grandparents would tell me how the time went by so much faster as you got older. Of course I thought they were full of baloney…once again, I realize how right they are.
In eleven short days, it will be Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is so very special to me. Thanksgiving represents family and thankfulness and tradition—being an only child, I yearned for a Thanksgiving like many folks had—a table set for 20, an actual turkey instead of a just a small turkey breast for three, laughter and silliness, homemade placemats and maybe even Pilgrim and Indian hats.
People wonder why I go nuts over all sorts of things—birthdays, holidays—you name it. Well I guess it’s because I finally have a family which is larger than the average one. I remember back several years…we had my husbands’ parents and his brother and sister-in-law and our nephews and we had my mom and step dad—my 1,000 sq. ft. house runneth over. I sent out homemade invitations that included the following poem:
‘Twas the week before Thanksgiving
And all across the state
Were Kevin and Amanda saying
“Don’t be Late!”
The table will be set
Especially for you
In hopes that you will come
And join our zoo.
The children will be nestled
In front of the big screen
As Macy’s Thanksgiving Day
Parade is seen.
Perhaps to our wondering
Eyes will appear
One of the Griffiths
Dragging home an 8 point deer.
“Now Perry now Thelma
Now Barry and Mildred!”
On Roger on Angie!
Come and get fed!”
Down Route 18
Down I-64
Now dash away, dash away!
Right to our door!
So spring to your sleigh
Give your team a whistle
And put the pedal to the metal
And sore like a missle!
You will hear us exclaim
‘Ere you pull in the drive
“Happy turkey day to all
And to all a high-five!”
I went down to the church and borrowed a couple of banquet tables. I put all of my living room furniture against the wall and we had a huge table down the center of my living room and dining room. Hands-down it was, my favorite Thanksgiving to date. I love having a houseful of people. I love the stress and the chaos and all of the bad that goes with the absolute fantastic memories J
I have no idea what we will have in store this Thanksgiving. I look forward to whatever memories we will make!
Happy Thanksgiving!
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.~William Blake
