When Chris and Thom were little we used to take them to Grammie and Grampy’s house to watch the Thanksgiving Day parade on Thanksgiving morning. The men sat in the living room and called out the floats while Grammie and I finalized the feast that she would lay out for the many guests that would arrive.
Steve’s mother was an exceptional cook. She had the touch of an angel. Her pie crust was flaky. Her salads were crispy. Everything she made was the best. She loved to cook. It was not uncommon for her to serve five different types of turkey on Thanksgiving along with ham and fish. She made everything look so easy. She truly was the hostess with the mostess.
Chris and Thom grew up, got married and moved to other states to establish their homes, BUT Thanksgiving was held at Grammie and Grampy’s until she went to heaven.
Steve and I live far away from our sons and grandchildren and that’s OK. Health has dictated that it must be that way.
After dinner was had by all in various places, we chatted with Thom and his family. We are so blessed to know he is happy, loved and all is well.
We talked with Chris and his children. The biggest item of news, after a listing of all the food items, was Harold’s enjoyment of the Thanksgiving Day parade. It must have come down through the genes.
Chris and I talked over the weekend about Thanksgiving at Grammie and Grampy’s house and how wonderful it used to be. We talked about the many traditions we have created with our own families and continue to create as each year passes.
The bottom line is that memories are just that. Memories are guidelines to help us create memories that we want our children and grandchildren to carry forward to make a foundation for their celebrations.
Steve and I had a great thanksgiving counting our blessings and remembering all the wonderful people in our life who make us feel so special and give us so much love. Thank you all for being the wonderful people you are.
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