Another thanksgiving has come and gone. This year was the season of change, the first Thanksgiving without my mom. So there were moments that were bittersweet, thinking of Thanksgivings past. My dad seems to be doing ok, just lonely. He remembered my mom's part, and brought the pies, bringing enough so that all 20 of us had our own. And there was a new generation in the kitchen this year. Oh, my sister-in-law, Mush, was still in charge overall, having once again bought enough food to feed the enitre population of a small country, and Julia, my co-mother, was still in charge of the details of getting the food all on the table, but the girls really did a lot of the cooking, making traditional Thanksgiving dishes like soapapilla pie and some kind of heavenly sweet potato concoction. But there was still a thread of the past there, too, because when it comes time for the gravy, I always think of my grandmother; she made the best turkey gravy--but failed to teach any of us how to make it so we just have to kind of wing it--and it may or may not turn out. And there were noodles, a favorite of Mema Betty Jane's. And Papa Mack brought the smoked cheese. And Tommy didn't have to carry the dressing anywhere, so we didn't have to scrape it off the driveway this year.
So there we were, our beautiful family, from those two great- grandparents in their 80s to the newest members, two who are merely months old.
In October, both my niece, Elizabrat, and my daughter Lyndsey had babies, so there was always a baby for me to hold, while all this cooking was going on. The sweet and lovely Greta Ruth, a delicate, dark-haired beauty and the precious blond cowboy ER were in great demand. Both because they are sweet-smelling babies and because you can get out of a lot of work if the babies need to be held. And if someone wrestled the babies away from me, then there was Maggie Moo or the Marvelous Macy to look after. We took a lot of pictures, soon to be posted here.
And there was a bountiful feast, for which I am grateful, and a beautiful family, for which I am truly blessed.
So there we were, our beautiful family, from those two great- grandparents in their 80s to the newest members, two who are merely months old.
In October, both my niece, Elizabrat, and my daughter Lyndsey had babies, so there was always a baby for me to hold, while all this cooking was going on. The sweet and lovely Greta Ruth, a delicate, dark-haired beauty and the precious blond cowboy ER were in great demand. Both because they are sweet-smelling babies and because you can get out of a lot of work if the babies need to be held. And if someone wrestled the babies away from me, then there was Maggie Moo or the Marvelous Macy to look after. We took a lot of pictures, soon to be posted here.
And there was a bountiful feast, for which I am grateful, and a beautiful family, for which I am truly blessed.
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