Happy Thanksgiving, Readers!
While you wait for your pies to cook and the house is filled with delicious smells of cinnamon and pumpkin, sit back and enjoy tales of our best or worst Thanksgivings. Share your own memories in the comments section.
One of the best Thanksgivings I ever had was the last one with my grandmother. I was five and she flew from Memphis to our then home in Wilmington, Delaware. I was fighting my way through the boredom of the long No Kid's Land between the Parade and Dinner when she took me for a walk. It was truly freezing outside, but I loved walking with her. The sun was shining, and the crisp air was such a change from the overheated air of the house. We talked about a lot of nothing, like we always did. She always listened to me, and talked back to me like I was grown. I did not know it at the time, but she was dying of cancer. We lost her the next spring, the first loss of my young life. But like all true loves, she lives on with me even now, and in the little stuffed duck she gave me that trip. So one of the many things I am grateful for this holiday season is for my family, and for the fact that I still carry my grandmother in my heart.
Christy English, author of MUCH ADO ABOUT JACK
Now she is a "big girl"--her words--of six years old. She helps make the Thanksgiving pies and breads, and she snitches the roasted vegetables when she thinks no one is watching. Every year with her brings its own different dramas and joys, and I've been deeply thankful for each one.
--Theresa Romain, author of SECRETS OF A SCANDALOUS HEIRESS
How cute, Theresa! My babies are big...one is shaving and driving (ha! not at the same time). :-D
Last year I spent the Wednesday before Thanksgiving with 400 homeless people in San Diego. My family used to lead a homeless outreach, and it was a joy to feed and talk to people. One lady cried because she got to eat real mashed potatoes. That gives you perspective.
And yes, the whole family was in on it. Here's a picture of my sons preparing food for another outreach.
Can you see their joy from having to stop while mom snapped photos?
The other reason Thanksgiving is so dear to me: my husband, Brian. I call him my quiet alpha male. His birthday is November 26, which falls on Thanksgiving every so often.
Life really began for me when I married him. That's not very independent-sounding, but it's true.
Below is a picture of him goofing around in the kitchen preparing for the outreach.
And the last BIG part of Thanksgiving is making sure I have plenty of pecan pies around for Brian to eat. Those are his favorites. What's yours?
Happy Thanksgiving to you~ Gina Conkle http://ginaconkle.com/