Both grandparents were dry land farmers with supporting live stock, chickens, Bill the horse, and a smoke house that lingers with me still. To a kid they were rich...I never saw any money because they had very little.
Thanksgiving the adult sons, daughters, and endless kids came for the special garden veggies, corn bread and more from iron skillets, perhaps a turkey, more often a few less chickens than began the day.
What made this special even today? What rituals do we all follow today learned long ago? Perhaps a pie....butter really from the cows....or humble grandfathers giving an even more humble prayers.
Thanksgiving builds stability in our memory bank of how to live life.
Thanksgiving enriches my, and hopefully yours, understanding of the meaning of family.
There are recipes followed, fragile bowls and plates, and cell calls made on this special day.
This would not be a Hope & Healing Place blog if I did not also give words to those who most special child, spouse, grandparent, or friend died on or near Thanksgiving. At the HHP center some families take a calendar break for a year while others make it through, as best they can, for the kids. We encourage families to leave space at the table
"for the one not there."
Thanksgiving is special because of yesterday but also for today as we all today build our today's meaning and recipes into this day. Share your memories and stories as Comments....Your memories strengthen us all.
I really can still walk into that unpainted smoke house, full of wonder and promise of an even better tomorrow.