As Thanksgiving comes closer, what are your favorite Thanksgiving Day memories? Share them so we all might be blessed.
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Growning up my Mom's parents lived in PA. So every Thanksgiving morning we would get up at the crack of dawn to head there for the weekend. My parents would pack all 5 of kids and my Dad's Mom too, since she lived with us. As we would drive we would sing "car songs" to pass the time. "Car Songs" are a lost art since cars have wonderful stereo systems now. Our car growing up only had an AM radio. Now kids have portable DVD players to keep them occupied. (Wow, how old am I?) My Mother always tells her favorite story about going to PA for Thanksgiving, so let me share. As my sister and I woke up during our travels we where looking at the sun shining thru to clouds and my sister said, "Look at all those blessings coming from heaven" I remember being in agreement with her, we thought those rays of light streaming thru where God's Blessing. My parents and Grandmother just sat there laughing. When we arrive at My Grandparents house all my cousins and Aunts and Uncles would be there and the smells coming out of the door hit your nose right away and made us hungry. Then we would sit down to wonderful feast and have a great weekend. Thanks for making me think of this. Brought a smile to my face. Pam
Drumsticks and having to sit at the "Little Kids" table! Oh yea, watching the Macy's Day Parade and my mom's homemade stuffing, eating the "extra pieces" in the turkey bag, and of course Cheery Pie and Vernors!
Mike
On Thanksgiving morning I remember waking up in a very small house heated by coal in the small town of Hubbard Springs, Virginia just off of Sugar Run. This was my Grandparents home. The home was my roots. You would get out from under the homemade quilts, dress and quickly make the beds. While you were moving around you would smell the aroma of breakfast coming from the kitchen. Homemade sausage, homemade biscuits and plenty of gravy. We would eat well knowing we would not eat again until it was the Thanksgiving meal. We would watch the Macy’s Parade, then the college football games. My mom and my Grandma would prepare most of the food and I would cut the potatoes. It was always my responsibility to fix the potatoes. Grandma said I made the creamiest potatoes she had ever tasted.
I always loved the 10 hour trip, as a teenager and also with my young family. Both of my grandparents have been gone for many years and I do miss them and those times with family. Those cool mornings sitting on the porch swing looking up at the mountain towering the small valley. I thank God for those times. My Grandparents were loving, Christian people. They provided my basis for my sound beliefs in my God.
There was this one thanksgiving where I was probably eleven or twelve and in my family we eat breakfast and nothing else until about three o'clock, when the cooking is finished. But we always have chip n dip. Soa cousin of mine, rayden, who is about five or six, decides he doesn't like the ships we have out and manages to consume an entire bowl of onion dip by using cheese doodles while none of us were watching. Then at dinner he decides that the smell of the turkey was making him feel sick and he spent the rest of the day laying on the couch and groaning. No one had the heart to tell him that dehydrated cheese and sour cream onion dip might have had more to do with it than the way the turkey smelled. Adorable kid.
Growing up in Binghamton, NY, my grandmothers and my great-aunt and uncle would all come over for Thanksgiving dinner. The fine china came out, the breakfast dishes done in the dishwasher (to make room for the dinner dishes), and we would all wait for the turkey to finish in the huge roaster and wait for the men to come back from hunting while doing the mashed potatoes, etc. The Macy's day parade was on the TV in the AM, and the football game was on in the PM. For DAYS!!! afterward, we had turkey in many ways, shapes, and forms.... After dinner, everything got put back in the cupboard, not to be seen again until Christmas.....
Growing up, we would cram all my relatives every year into my Mom-moms house in Pennsyvlania for Thanksgiving dinner. We would sit on the steps, on the floor, where ever there was room. No Thanksgiving dinner has ever tasted better. Dana Newby
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