Thanksgiving
Well here we are at another Thanksgiving. I have some great memories of Thanksgiving from my youth. We used to alway visit Grandma's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Grandma was/is hard to describe. On one hand she could be very sweet and then next moment she would come out with a real zinger or two. I think she became "crustier" as she got old. Sheryl is convinced that it was an act right until she passed away.
Grandma and Grandpa, moved from Spring Valley, NY to the Syracuse area to be close to, at the time, their only grandchildren. Once they arrived in Syracuse, we would spend all of the major holidays at Grandma's house. Boy did she love to cook. Born in 1906, she relished her role as a homemaker and the holidays were her shining time!
No matter what time we arrived at Grandma and Grandpa's house for Thanksgiving dinner, the turkey was not ready. My brother, Rick, and I would alternately run around the house playing and then ask when will we eat. As the food started appearing on the table, we would try to grab a bite and be chased away. Finally it was time to eat. After feasting, Rick and I would play some more. Sometimes, we would play with the kids in our grandparents' neighborhood.
But time marches on and now I have a family of my own. Our family tradition is to meet my in-laws, at a restaurant in Gurney, Illinois, called appropriately enough, "The In-Laws" They have a nice buffet and it is half way between Schaumburg and Milwaukee. Melissa's (Sheryl's sister), family visits Melissa's mother-in-law for their Thanksgiving meal so neither Harriet or Sheryl typically want to cook. With the three kids, this works well. I expect that as the kids get older, we'll modify our tradition and go from there.
All in all it was an enjoyable day. There is much to be thankful for. That in itself is something to be thankful for! So I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving and don't be like a turkey and gobble too much!
Grandma and Grandpa, moved from Spring Valley, NY to the Syracuse area to be close to, at the time, their only grandchildren. Once they arrived in Syracuse, we would spend all of the major holidays at Grandma's house. Boy did she love to cook. Born in 1906, she relished her role as a homemaker and the holidays were her shining time!
No matter what time we arrived at Grandma and Grandpa's house for Thanksgiving dinner, the turkey was not ready. My brother, Rick, and I would alternately run around the house playing and then ask when will we eat. As the food started appearing on the table, we would try to grab a bite and be chased away. Finally it was time to eat. After feasting, Rick and I would play some more. Sometimes, we would play with the kids in our grandparents' neighborhood.
But time marches on and now I have a family of my own. Our family tradition is to meet my in-laws, at a restaurant in Gurney, Illinois, called appropriately enough, "The In-Laws" They have a nice buffet and it is half way between Schaumburg and Milwaukee. Melissa's (Sheryl's sister), family visits Melissa's mother-in-law for their Thanksgiving meal so neither Harriet or Sheryl typically want to cook. With the three kids, this works well. I expect that as the kids get older, we'll modify our tradition and go from there.
All in all it was an enjoyable day. There is much to be thankful for. That in itself is something to be thankful for! So I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving and don't be like a turkey and gobble too much!
posted by Howard at 10:21 PM
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