Thanksgiving day
holds many memories for kids and adults.
If you focus you can almost put yourself in that time and place of past Thanksgiving Day holidays.
Time travel aside, you might agree with a critic who once said ... "parts of it I liked, parts of it I didn't."
The not so pleasant Thanksgivings for me centered around table seat location. Either I was seated at the kid's table where crying and fussing was the group consensus or positioned where two side dishes were parked near my plate - the giant tomato aspic gelatinous thing and a dressing casserole swimming with sick-looking grey particles of oysters mixed around with other unknown stuff.
The aspic looked like a left over Halloween attempt to scare small children, no doubt it was named goblin goop or zombie jello. The oyster dish had an aroma that just didn't mesh well with savory turkey and creamy pumpkin pie. I know, I know, for some folks Thanksgiving just ain't the same without these two sides.
My grandparents on my dad's side hosted Thanksgiving Day for most of my young childhood.
My siblings would say that I was a reluctant guest (putting it mildly).
Hey, the grandparents didn't have a wide selection of toys and in those
days we had to play in the "other" room and keep our voices down. Those
square nesting blocks got pretty old pretty fast.
Later
in my teens when my parents started hosting, both sides of the family
would often be invited. Those years were my favorite. My mom prepared
the Thanksgiving basics with contributions from the relatives who
specialized in the two dishes mentioned above. Some years a guest would
bring rolls, other years my mom would make them. You could always count
on everyone at the table slathering the rolls with butter then topped with her homemade strawberry jelly that was made
from that year's current crop. Bonus, you'd take home a jar or two to
enjoy over the winter.
Dickie (my mom's nickname, read here to find out why) was as holiday prepared as the Food Network programming schedule ten weeks out from Christmas. I think she started shopping for Thanksgiving provisions right after Halloween.
Two days before Thanksgiving she'd bake the pumpkin pies, at least two; someone else usually brought a pecan pie or two. She was the queen of pie crusts, with every complement she'd say the secret is using a little cold water which guarantees a flaky crust.
Also a couple of days ahead, she'd tear bread slices into small pieces right into the large mixing bowl so it would be good and dried
out for the dressing. The day before preparation included boiling the turkey giblets for the dressing and setting the table. Everything else was cooked, baked, mashed, sliced and ready before the 2:00 pm sit down Thanksgiving gathering.
Stocky's (my dad's nickname) role in all of this preparation included keeping the grandkids entertained, mashing the potatoes and carving the turkey with the handy electric knife. I come from a family who uses this precise tool for many meat dishes. I still have the electric knife given to me as a Christmas gift the first year after college graduation.
It will be used this
Thanksgiving.
Just prior to sitting down, the football game was muted (if allowed to be on), then we stood, holding hands around the table to thank the Lord for our family and friends and the bounty we were about to receive. Polite passing of food, complements to gramma (my mother) and conversation ensued while everyone lovingly cleaned their plate and voiced that they didn't think they had room for pie, not.
After the family heirloom dishes were cleared and washed, a rousing card game of "31." was on anyone's mind who didn't want to get back to the football game. Players had to ante up a nickle or dime and hope that you drew high cards to be the first to knock, then after one more round of draw and discard, the person closest to 31 or who had 31 total card points took the ante. Games were short and quick and allowed for talking, laughing and memory making.
My Dad or Uncle Hank always seemed to win. No matter, those years taught me the fun of card and board games, especially at family gatherings.
As
my favorite aunts, uncle's and parents passed away over the years, Thanksgiving
Day dinners became less of an event and more about plugging in with
those of us left. We'd talk about the old days, savor the remaining wine
or coffee and relax watching the next generation hurry and eat so they
could play with their toys.
In recent years Glen and I often host Thanksgiving here in Denver with the Cahill family. We rarely travel to my sibling's homes out of state. We keep the meal fairly basic with turkey, gravy, dressing, mashed potatoes, cranberries (real, not canned), green beans and of course pumpkin pie. Sweet potatoes, as much as I love them aren't generally served, but I wouldn't turn you away, plus insist you join us if you showed up on our doorstep with a hot dish of sweet potatoes with melted marshmallows on top!
May this year's
Thanksgiving Day be very special with your family (past and present) and dear friends.
