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Thanksgiving Memories

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Someone in one of my teams was challenged by another team to write a blog about their favorite Thanksgiving memory, and as soon as I read that the room was filled with the smell of roasting beef, Yorkshire pudding, and puppy-breath.

When I was a child we spent Thanksgiving with my “uncles.” I sometimes think about how amazingly lucky I was, growing up in the 1960s and 1970s, to have a mother (who grew up in a place and time where there was a lot of prejudice and bigotry, especially within her own family) who loved so many people regardless of color or sexual orientation, and who loved so freely that it never seemed odd to us to have two Uncles who loved each other and lived together.

Uncle Jim raised Afghan Hounds and Uncle John played the piano and cooked! We spent every Thanksgiving I can remember with them, and there were always a lot of people there. Some came every year, some only once, but there was always a crowd. Uncle John had TWO OVENS in his kitchen and made Turkey in one and Beef in the other, and while I no longer eat beef, I can still taste that Yorkshire Pudding cooked in the beef juice.

We were always allowed to play with the Afghan pups, and you know how a lot of times as a kid you are in the way? Or you feel like you’re not appreciated? I never felt that way at my Uncle’s house. I was always loved and appreciated and listened to.

My Uncle Jim passed away a few years ago, and even though he lived 1600 miles away, and I hadn’t seen him in years, the world seems just a little bit dimmer without his smile in it.

My favorite Thanksgiving memory? It was being loved. Loved amidst the smell of beef and Yorkshire Pudding and puppy breath.

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CINERICIA 1/2/2013 9:26AM

    The world could do with more unconditional, nonjudgmental love. Especially for the adults. I think it is something that comes easily and naturally to children and then, somewhere along the way, they learn otherwise.

Thank you for sharing a lovely memory.

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GOLFCHICK2-0 11/21/2012 11:52PM

    Such a wonderful memory! To be loved and accepted at any age, is so amazing. emoticon

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CELIAMINER 11/19/2012 8:12AM

    Beautiful blog! So glad you have those memories. My own fall into the category of being in the way, being relegated to the "children's table," and being saddled with the Herculean task of washing all the greasy dishes, food-encrusted pans (my mother didn't believe in soaking dirty dishes to loosen up the crud), and lipstick-imprinted glasses (which is one reason I do not wear lipstick today).

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DABLUECAT 11/19/2012 8:00AM

    What a wonderful memory!
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AUTUMNBRZ 11/19/2012 7:04AM

    Best. Blog. Ever. :)

Thank you for sharing your memories!

Happy Thanksgiving Shannon! Sending you a hug from Michigan!

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CHEEKY1000 11/18/2012 9:37PM

    Fantastic picture! Is there anything better than puppy breath? LOL If only more kids were exposed to all types of unconditional love.... *sigh*

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MANILUS 11/18/2012 8:08PM

    What a unique, memory, love the photo and you were so lucky to be so loved and accepted by family!!

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