Another Thanksgiving Day Came and Went
“Over the hills and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we go.” That’s what we used to sing, growing up on a farm in northeast Georgia during the depression years. Major holidays meant getting together with a large family gathering at grandparents’ country home, particularly on Thanksgiving Day.
A large harvest table would be laden with farm-fresh country dishes, cakes, pies, casseroles, vegetables, turkey and ham. Back then, moms and grandmoms were stay-at-home and spent days before preparing the feast. The food was wonderful, but the gathering of family, and conversation and playtime was part of the joy of the holiday.
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Another Thanksgiving holiday came and went. For me, it was a time of reflection and nostalgia remembering the many Thanksgiving dinners I have enjoyed. But no longer over the hills and through the dell to grandmother’s house we go. Instead, we gathered at my son’s house.
Everything was so beautifully decorated at his country home—a roaring fire in the huge rock fireplace, my 10-year-old granddaughter playing softly on the piano, and the house filled with the smell of all the wonderful food. My lovely, talented and creative daughter-in-law had the formal dining room set with a centerpiece of fresh flowers, laden with delicious food.
Ours was a small gathering of immediate family with 4 guests—3 foster children ages 1, 3 and 8, plus a friend from South Africa who recently became a U.S. citizen. After everyone was seated, my 8 and 10-year-old granddaughters twice said the blessing in unison, first in Latin, then in English. They are home schooled. Despite the fact their main focus of learning is on the English language, they do have some limited instruction in other languages.
I was so grateful for the joy of gathering with my children who were all raised being taught the Philosophy of Freedom and encouraged to express their thoughts. In this connection, we can usually get into some subject of spirited discussion after dinner. And now-a-days with so much going on in this country, there’s no shortage of things to talk about. And I for one felt thankful for the limited semblance of Freedoms we have left.
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