Thanksgiving is just a few days away, and with it comes not only bittersweet memories, but also the opportunity for new memories to be made.
As we were growing up, we soon learned that Thanksgiving was a very special time at our home. It was the time when all the family was expected to be at the home of our parents. And as our relationships grew serious and marriages were eminent, the young men and women who soon would be part of our family learned where they were to be for Thanksgiving dinner. That was the only holiday that we all were expected to be at "home." And we were.
Thanksgiving was an anticipated time at our home. This was when the crystal and china were washed, the silver was at a high polish and the linens were washed and ironed until not a wrinkle showed.
We always had several tables prepared, so no one had to wait for the "second table." My Dad always said he and his brothers and sisters would nearly starve to death while peeking through the door waiting for their dad and uncles to leave the table. He described how they would eat and then rear back in their chairs, smoking or picking their teeth. He laughed as he told us how he thought they would never leave the table.