Because this time of year is so grand—I ADORE the Fall transitioning into Christmas season—and because just the sound of the lovely word “Thanksgiving” is so pleasant, I mean “thanks” plus “giving”, what could be better?? Because good memories are hopefully bounteous during this cozy and turkey-infused time, I thought I would share some of my favorite turkey time tidbits from days gone by…
** The year that my wonderful Grampa Len began the Thanksgiving dinner blessing on the splendid meal (cute Grampa was such a wonderful example of good cheer, graciousness, gratitude, and was not known for brief prayers) and I realized mid-prayer that I should of used the restroom pre-prayer. In my 7-year-old brain, I thought that if I was really, really quiet and very, very soft on my feet, I could simply slip away from the table and make it back in time for “amen”—didn’t quite work out as seamlessly as I thought it could…
**My freshman year in college when it had been nearly 3 long months since I had been home—and I was very ready to go home –I was greeted at the ginormous Tri-Cities International Airport by my whole fam and my super friend, Emily, with happy faces and a big “welcome home” poster! Aww, so sweet and so fun!! My room at home was still my room and it was even decorated extra-special for my arrival—good times…
**My junior year in college when two of my dear cousins and I drove from Logan to Seattle, where about 20 miles from my parents’ house, my cousin got pulled over, and somehow managed to not only avoid a speeding ticket but to get us a police escort to make sure we were on the right route to the smaller highway because it can be tricky to get around in the dark! (On a more personal note, the very few officers I have encountered upon being pulled over have not been nearly so friendly or helpful.) The next morning, my cousin, who shall be nameless, accompanied me to the local Safeway for me to pick up a few things for my mom, and for him to pick up some black hair dye for himself in an attempt to counteract the orange hair that he was sporting (it was supposed to be subtle blonde). I got my items and he, of course, had made his deliberate selection. We got to the check-out counter and he gave me some money and asked me to just get his special item with my goods. I thought this would be no skin off my nose (that actually sounds mildly disturbing) until he started in with the cashier about “you know girls and all their hair products”—wait a sec, was he speaking of me and his ebony hair tonic?? Wow, I could have made more than one snide remark about authentic and natural tones and highlights, but I took the high road, the one it seems I’ve veered off of here…
Good times, great company, terrific turkey, sweet memories, and always so much to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving!!
2 comments:
Oh those were fabulous memories of which I remember every one!! Grampa Len, how we miss him and his sweet prayers...I do remember you coming home and being so ready for your arrival as well, and ah cousin who shall remain nameless....hair products...that was a fun year! Good post sista, one of these holidays our families must partake of turkey together! xxoxoooxxxo
I do love this time of year as well! Pretty daring 7 year old you were to tiptoe away. =) Such good grandparents we share. I miss them too.
Freshmen year that you flew home...do you remember that tiny airplane we flew on to SLC? I remember being terrified!
Hope you are having a wonderful December. xo
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