Thanksgivings are always great ~ even if pressed for time, still great.
Today I was thinking back to my earlier years.
Living next door to my grandparents, I was one lucky child.
My grandmother (Moone) was a fabulous cook, chef, baker. You name it. If you could eat it, she could make it! Mmmmmm.
It was always a big gathering at the grandparents house for Thanksgiving, with 6 children in their family, and all the extras you pick up along the way with marriages, births, etc.
It was fun and delicious.
Then came a day when the grandparents were no longer next door. One of the saddest days of my life was when I was about 10 years old, and they moved away to Maine. Good for them. Bad for me.
However, being the swamp yankee troopers that we are, my momma took on the Thanksgiving meal at our house. The night before the aunts came over to cook. Aunt Melinda was there, Gigi was there. The place smelled great!
I was sitting in the living room, just beyond the kitchen, watching a movie:
Brian's Song. Did you ever see it? What a tear jerker... it was about the life (and sadly the death) of football player Brian Piccolo, played by James Caan. I was pretty young, and did not know the story, nor the outcome. As the movie got to the meat of the story, I was shocked and started bawling uncontrollably.... while being completely embarrassed to be doing so in front of my mom and aunts...
Lesson learned... on the rare occasion I watched something that might even be closed to sad, I would do it in private. I even skipped the Waltons and Little House on the Prairie, because goodness knows they had large tear potential!
So, stop and think back. Do you have a crazy Thanksgiving story to tell?
I am a Putnamaniac that has had a ton of memorable Thanksgivings!
