Well, my family and I got through the Thanksgiving Holiday, each of us celebrating as best we could. There was so much talk on our Zoom gathering, and in texts back and forth, about pumpkin pie and how some of us were suffering from pie depravation that one of my sons came to my house on Saturday; and we made pies. He took some home and also played Pie-Santa for two of his sibs.
Of course, we had to test the pies before he left.
A friend sends me daily prayers and inspirational posts that most often really touch my heart and my soul. One of the things I particularly like about them is that they are not strident messages of judgment and damnation if you don’t believe the way the sender does, and they are very ecumenical in spirit.
In these times as we all deal with the effects of the pandemic and the social unrest around the world, perhaps we could all benefit from messages that lift our spirits. So here’s a snippet from one of those posts.
Some sentiments from a very wise woman:
“Keep praying, but be thankful God’s answers are wiser than our prayers.”
“I am not afraid of tomorrow for I have seen yesterday and I love today.”
“God does not send suffering. He sends help.”
This is another post sent to me by the same friend. It has been making the rounds on the Internet, but nobody seems to know the original author of the piece. It is another message worth sharing.
Barely the day started and… it’s already six in the evening.
Barely arrived on Monday and it’s already Friday.
… and the month is already over.
… and the year is almost over.
… and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed.
… and we realize that we lost our parents, friends.
and we realize it’s too late to go back…
So… Let’s try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time…
Let’s keep looking for activities that we like…
Let’s put some color in our grey…
Let’s smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts.
And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let’s try to eliminate the afters…
I’m doing it after…
I’ll say after…
I’ll think about it after…
We leave everything for later like ′′ after ′′ is ours.
Because what we don’t understand is that:
Afterwards, the coffee gets cold…
Afterwards, priorities change…
Afterwards, the charm is broken…
Afterwards, health passes…
Afterwards, the kids grow up…
Afterwards parents get old…
Afterwards, promises are forgotten…
Afterwards, the day becomes the night…
Afterwards life ends…
And then it’s often too late….
So… Let’s leave nothing for later…
Because still waiting see you later, we can lose the best moments,
the best experiences, best friends, the best family…
The day is today… The moment is now…
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That all from me for today. I do hope you are managing to stay safe and well.
I remember a time when shopping the day after Thanksgiving was fun. A lot of people were doing the same thing, but there was no pushing, no shouting, no mad rush to get the latest must-have toy, and nobody grabbing it out of your hands once you had it.
For the most part, everyone was relaxed and in a Holiday mood. Smiles were exchanged and clerks and cashiers wished everyone a Happy Holiday. It always made me think of the wonderful Christmas song, “Silver Bells”, and I could imagine we’d entered some magical place where people passed “meeting smile after smile. And on every street corner you’ll hear…”
It was also a time when stores opened at a normal time, and people came and went, then more people came and went. Stores did not open at some ungodly hour in the AM, so shoppers had to set alarms to get there on time. Folks also didn’t camp out in parking lots and on sidewalks for days to be the first ones in. And they didn’t stampede into a store and injure other people in their desperation need to make sure they got the best deals offered.
For most of this past week, we were bombarded with reminders of this all important retail day. The media made a big deal out of Black Friday, airing what I’m sure they thought were cute human-interest stories about what people were doing to prepare. Plus there were all the ads from department stores, and it seemed like they were competing to see who could open the earliest. Some were even open on Thanksgiving and just stayed open all night and into today.
Watching this all unfold, I realized that Thanksgiving is getting lost. Think of all the retail personnel who were not able to truly celebrate the day because they had to get ready for The Big Day. And what about all the people who opted out of getting together with family at all because they preferred to be the first in line at Best Buy. One local man was interviewed on television and said, “Sorry, Grandma, we’re not coming for Thanksgiving.”
He laughed. The news anchors laughed. But I wanted to call up Grandma and tell her how sorry I was that her family preferred the X-Box over her.
Thankfully, more stores are offering Black Friday deals for online shopping, and I’ll be doing a bit of gift-buying today from the comfort of my office. What about you? Will you be braving crowds and going out to shop? Whatever you decide to do, be safe and be happy.
I want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I do hope whatever you have planned for the day brings you joy and peace.
Today I’m thankful for technology that will unite some of my family via the Internet. Too bad we can’t squeeze some of the delicious food through our computer connections. 🙂
I’m also very thankful for my kids, and kids-in-law, who are all so incredibly good to me. I have to say that here, but I’ll also tell them when we talk this afternoon.
I’m also thankful that I was able to get a traditional Thanksgiving dinner plate from a local restaurant. It came with a piece of pumpkin pie, and I ordered another piece of pie for tomorrow. One of the best thing about the turkey dinner & all the trimmings, is the leftovers, and that includes pie.
That’s all from me, folks. Stay safe. Be happy. Be thankful.
When I was a child, we would often go to West Virginia for Thanksgiving. My father would feel the pull to visit his childhood home, and his kinfolk, and my sister and I would go every other year, as dictated in divorce papers.
Back then, I didn’t know about divorce papers, or what my mother did while we were gone and she was alone. All I cared about was getting to Grandma’s house where snowy hillsides waited for little bodies to roll down and become snow-people. And all the delicious food, and..
During the drive from Michigan, my father would always sing, “Over the River and Through the Woods, to Grandmother’s House we go. The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifting snow.”
We wound around snow-capped mountains on narrow roads, carved deep into rock-strewn hillsides, but I was never afraid. I’d pretend our old Chevy was a sleigh and in my imagination two white horses were pulling us. The horses were sturdy steeds, they would get us there safely.
The drive was long, but excitement and imagination filled the hours, and then we were there.
At my Grandmother’s house where relatives waited to share a veritable feast with us; turkey, mashed potatoes, beans – lots of beans because we always had lots of beans at this grandmother’s house – and a wide variety of pies and cobblers. I’m sure there were other things served, but I don’t remember everything we ate. What I remember most is what filled our hearts. The stories. The laughter. The music. The love that a little girl found at Grandma’s house.
That kind of gathering that creates beautiful memories is what holidays are all about, and sadly, this year many of us will not be gathering with family. For some, like me, there isn’t going to be anyone to share a meal and some stories and laughter with.
This is the first year that I won’t be preparing the traditional Thanksgiving dinner. I won’t even be making any pumpkin pies. When talking to one of my sons the other day, I asked if he was getting a pumpkin pie to go with the dinner that’s planned for him and his wife. He said no.
“Why? I thought you loved pumpkin pie.”
“I do. I love your pumpkin pie.”
That made me wish I could go to the store and get everything to make them a pie, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Cases of the COVID are rising in the city where I live, so I’m being super cautious.
Perhaps this is a good time for all of us to be super cautious. It pains my heart that I will not be with at least part of my family tomorrow, but the day will pass, and being alone won’t kill me. Being exposed to the virus could.
I don’t want this blog post to be a downer, so now I’ll let my good friend Slim Randles share a bit of humor with us.
Steve will have Thanksgiving dinner over at Doc’s and Mrs. Doc’s this year, and any number of his friends are grateful for that. Steve is one heckuva cowboy and trainer of young colts, and a good friend to all, but he’d never make it as a dinner host.
Very few Thanksgiving dinners achieve legendary status, but “Steve’s Thanksgiving” was certainly one of them. Some said it happened because he’s lived alone and cooked meals for himself for so many years. Some say he has worked alone for so long that he isn’t of a coordinating mind. The answer could be buried in the middle there somewhere. Steve himself isn’t certain.
It all happened early in Fall a couple of years ago when Steve completed his cabin up in the mountains here. He’d even finished the turret. In about September of that year, he’d started cleaning the place up on his infrequent visits, because he just knew somewhere inside that he’d created a modest monument there and wanted to share it with his friends. Naturally.
So, back at the ranch bunkhouse down in the valley, he’d studied up on how to roast a turkey: what to put on it, how to thaw it, how to tell when it’s done, all that stuff.
Then he invited his friends for Thanksgiving dinner, up at the cabin. He told each one that he’d be fixing a turkey dinner up there and to come on up and have some fun. And each of them, in turn, asked Steve what they should bring for the dinner.
“Oh, I don’t care,” he’d said, “you know … whatever you’d like, I guess.”
He said that to Doc and Mrs. Doc. And Dud and Emily. And Herb. And Bert and Maizie. And Marvin and Margie. And Mavis at the Mule Barn.
That Thanksgiving Day was a sparkler … crisp sunshine, Fall colors. Oh man, it was great!
And the turkey was in that wood-fired Home Comfort range and looking brown and juicy when the friends started to arrive. They’d each made the considerable drive up the mountain to the end of the road, then walked in the last hundred yards to the warm and cozy little cabin.
And each of them … every one of them … brought a pumpkin pie.
Turkey and pumpkin pie. Traditional favorites on Thanksgiving. But … strangely enough, after three of the pies had been consumed, there were still some left over.
But hey, that turkey turned out all right. And this year, Steve’s going over to Doc’s and Mrs. Doc’s for dinner.
Mrs. Doc told him to bring biscuits.
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