Here it is, Thanksgiving Day, Two Thousand and Fifteen…deserves as OMG! fer sure…
I spoke with some old friends the last few days…grateful that I still have some to talk with, even more grateful that I’ve had a lot of friends over the years and that the memories will last at least as long as me…
My earliest memories of Thanksgiving are centered around my grandparents, John Sam and Nora Smith and the log cabin home they had in West Portsmouth…it was called Nauvoo back in those long ago days…(I recall some of their earlier homes but there was an impermanence about them that didn’t exist with the place in Nauvoo)…
They had a big round table for the adults and a smaller table for me, my brother ’n my cousins…I’m not sure at what age I got to move to the large table but I can (almost) remember the feeling…same kind of feeling when I turned 16 and got a drivers license…(milestone events they’re called, no matter how minor)...
My Grandfather drank his coffee black and he ‘saucered’ it…for those of you who might not know what that means, saucering consisted of spilling some of the hot coffee from the cup to the saucer thereby cooling it so it could be sipped, though in my case, it was probably slurped…I was about 5 years old, I think, when I decided I wanted my coffee like my Grandfather…
Thanksgiving can mean anything that anyone wants it to mean (one of the benefits of simply being born an American) but for me, it means family and friends and the collected memories of my life…a time to reflect, a time to enjoy, a time to remember, a time to be grateful for everyone who has been a part of my life….HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO EVERYONE!
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