-

Anytime people relocate, get married, retire, or have a live changing event, new norms and traditions need to be established.  We cooked a bird the first year we were here.  With all of our children living hundreds of miles away from us, we tried to bring a family feeling to this lonely little house out in the woods. I baked pies.  Cliff cut butternut squash.  Our first Thanksgiving dinner here was quiet with a table full of food.  We had turkey, stuffing, baked potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, peas, pies, etc., which seemed to be devoured in minutes compared to the hours of preparation. From our dining room chairs we saw stacks of dirty pans, spills on the counter, gravy puddles in the burner wells and too many pies leftover to contribute to our future weight gain.  We did give thanks for all of our blessings..........for our wonderful adult children, for loving grandchildren, our little house in the peaceful woods, and for being able to retire as we did.  That was also the last time we ever put together a Thanksgiving dinner for the two of us.  The next year when Brother's Restaurant advertised their Thanksgiving buffet special featuring real oven baked turkey, real gravy, with all the trimmings and a variety of desserts for $17.99 and seniors only $14.99, we knew we had found our new Thanksgiving tradition. 

We wish you all a very HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

-
 Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me.  The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum.  I'm tripping over debris."  I thanked him.  Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and  reuse again.  "I just washed that" he would state.  He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me.  I thanked him.  He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me).  I thanked him.  Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed.  John&
Read more
-
 When I woke this morning a little after five, very rested, no head talk in the night, I wondered how to fill my morning since it was too rainy, damp, dark, dank to walk in town. Going near any store was not an option and we are under a weather alert for high winds with possible 30-40 mph gusts that could down limbs and branches.  I did 30 minutes yoga live with Hannah then while eating my oatmeal breakfast Michael texted me that he needed a childhood picture of himself for his accounting firm.  They want to update the employee bios with childhood photos.  Hmmm...........that's a challenging task.  I pulled out all the boxes from the bathroom closet, brought them to the living room where I would have plenty of room to sort and go through albums.  Looks like those boxes hadn't been move in quite some time.  The large roach hotel was dated back to April of this year and it was time to vacuum up the dead debris behind the boxes.  I actually moved everything off the floor and clean
Read more
-
Image
 Saturday mornings are Farmers Market mornings.  It's my time to stroll through the three pavilions visiting with familiar vendors and adding new ones to my routine.  There is so much wonderfully fresh produce weekly and I have had to control what I buy now or I'm throwing food away.  Last week I bought a North Georgia Candy Roaster squash. They are sweet and make delicious pies.  The old farmer who sold it to me is one I try not to engage in  conversation with during the sale. His conversation never stops while I'm cradling the heavy squash. Once I broke away from him I hooked a golf cart ride with a volunteer back to my car, placed the heavy squash in the back, and returned to the pavilions.  I've frozen many of the veggies for fall and winter.  This morning I was compelled to stop at a pipe display, not that I was thinking about taking up pipe smoking like the old mountain women, but what caught my eye and brought up unexpected childhood memories was the craftsman us
Read more