It’s Turkey Day once again!
My telephone will ring early Thursday morning when my Dad calls, as he does each year, to remind me to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. My kids will ask what time dinner is. The kitchen will be a mess. And my thoughts will turn to Thanksgivings passed.
When my Mom was alive, she made a terrific Thanksgiving dinner. She got up at the crack of dawn to get things started. I loved her mashed potatoes, stuffing, and biscuits. I haven’t had a Thanksgiving feast like hers in years. Of course, it wasn’t the food that made it all so special. It was Mom. Just hearing her humming in the kitchen. Just helping her slice potatoes or set the table. Just having her there.
My Dad sat at the head of the table and carved the bird. After dinner, we used to walk to the creek up the street and toss pennies into the water. On special occasions, Dad still sits at the head of the table. That’s the way it should be.
Turkey Day is filled with tradition and memories. Here’s hoping that your Thanksgiving is richly blessed!
When the Halloween pumpkins are gone,
And the leaves have all fallen to ground,
When the air has turned windy and cold,
Then Thanksgiving will soon be around.
Thoughts of loved ones all feasting together,
Pleasant pictures from past times appear
To dwell in each heart and each mind–
Then Thanksgiving is finally here!
The kitchen has scrumptious aromas,
The dining room looks oh, so fine,
Decorations with pilgrims and turkeys,
And now we are ready to dine!
First the napkins are placed on our laps;
Now the prayer for the meal to be blessed,
Then we stuff the good food in our tummies,
And we hope for it all to digest!
By Joanna Fuchs (www.poemsouce.com)