Now days, Thanksgiving is just another day. Yada yada yada. I truly am thankful for so much. But really, Columbus and the Indians, that whole thing just doesn’t sit right with me knowing our country’s history. Yet I’m remembering past Thanksgivings, and this day, as it should be every day, I remember people. The most important part of my life.
As a child Thanksgiving was always a small family affair–Mom, Dad, my brother and me. That’s it. And I didn’t even really like any of them. Sad to say I know. Mom spent the day cooking which was not her usual thing, Dad read either the newspaper or a book which wasn’t unusual for a winter day at home. My brother, well he never changed behavior no matter the day, and did everything in this power to tease me to tears as usual. Best memory was getting to have a half glass of champagne with dinner. We always ate duck and drank Cold Duck. Whatever.
Married, I went through the same kind of processes as Mom. Spending the day in the kitchen preparing way too much food for our family of four.
Best Thanksgiving memory was spent with a long ago friend in her tiny trailer along the Washington coast during a wild storm when the power went out. But we were OK because she had a propane stove which we cooked and heated with. In fact it got so hot in that trailer we sat in our underwear eating dinner. Couldn’t open any windows as the high winds would have blown us away.
After marriage, Thanksgiving became just another day of the year, sometimes with friends depending on where I was at the time. I’ve spent holidays alone and that’s just fine by me.
Today, as for the past nine years, I will enjoy a meal with local friends who are single like me and far from family.
Having said all this, I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving with your family and friends.
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