Tuesday, November 10, 2009
When I was growing up, Thanksgiving was a HUGE event.
My mother was one of ten children and many of them lived nearby and all of them had kids. I had a lot of aunts, uncles and cousins.
Thanksgiving meant everyone gathered at my grandparent's house (so called, even long after they died) and brought their favorite hot dish and dessert.
FOOD! My goodness, there was food. PEOPLE! Always LOTS of them.
Once I married and had my own kids, we lived far away and made our own Thanksgiving celebration. Since there weren't many relatives nearby, I always extended our "family" by inviting someone (usually more than one) who for whatever reason was alone on Thanksgiving.
We were part of a large law enforcement community and there was always someone who was working the holidays and couldn't travel home for Thanksgiving. They came to our house.
I continue that to this day, usually some of my sons' friends who can't get to their family for some reason.
Thanksgiving is the most sharing holiday to me. Thankful for friends, family, loved ones, and fellowship with a few more who are just passing through.
The gathering of people is what makes Thanksgiving for me. And for this I'm extremely thankful!