Don't let a bunch of space get in your way. A few well placed tall tale memories and you'll feel like we're all together. Happy Thanksgiving. GOD BLESS
Steve, how do you do it? With your few words, you can generate tears in my eyes and then I don't see very well. Do you have any idea how much we love you? Yes, we are together.....now and for always.
What a beautiful picture - I'm sure it shows that the sun is rising on a great day. We have much to be thankful for - even though miles separate us, the love and caring between siblings and all our family is certainly multiplied by a zillion. Thanks giving is appropriate, not just for today.
What a sweet sentiment, you old softy. Here's a huge hug over that space that cannot diminish my love for you, or our love for each other. Memories of family at this time of year are especially precious.
Happy Thanksgiving! Memories of this day from long ago? There are things I do today that are "have to's" for Thanksgiving. Sweet potatoes - of course, - this was the only time I remember eating them in Penrose was on Thanksgiving - fresh cooked cranberries (no jelly stuff here), fruit salad (remember the store bought big red delicious apple that would make its appearance for the salad), squash pie; the smells, the bustle, the best sage dressing ever, etc. My memories are around the smells for sure, but also the sounds, and the fact that we used napkins at the table; Dad's laugh, and Mother trying to keep us out of mischief or from snitching before permitted; all of us pitching in to help set the table (who gets the matching silverware today?), bringing in wood from the woodpile; the warmth and the anticipated delight of a special dinner. Thanks was always given for the bounty of the year - that made a lasting impression on me, because I knew times were hard. This was one of the holidays where older siblings just might make it home from what always felt like far off places, and so those of us still at home would watch from our bedroom windows for cars coming down off the highway and follow their lights to see if they turned at McBlains, and then did they turn at the mailbox - Hooray! Everyone is home once more. Just as others have expressed, whether it is New York, Washington, Idaho or Utah, I can so easily put us all back together in the little white house in Penrose, and the outside temperature has no effect on the warmth those memories hold. Love to all.
One thing about it, I have very well-spoken siblings! Ann, it seems as if Thanksgiving was the only time we had celery (maybe at Christmas, too?) and grapes with seeds. Thank you for that nostalgic bit of writing. No wonder many of my dreams are located in Penrose.
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Steve, how do you do it? With your few words, you can generate tears in my eyes and then I don't see very well. Do you have any idea how much we love you? Yes, we are together.....now and for always.
What a beautiful picture - I'm sure it shows that the sun is rising on a great day. We have much to be thankful for - even though miles separate us, the love and caring between siblings and all our family is certainly multiplied by a zillion. Thanks giving is appropriate, not just for today.
What a sweet sentiment, you old softy. Here's a huge hug over that space that cannot diminish my love for you, or our love for each other. Memories of family at this time of year are especially precious.
Happy Thanksgiving! Memories of this day from long ago? There are things I do today that are "have to's" for Thanksgiving. Sweet potatoes - of course, - this was the only time I remember eating them in Penrose was on Thanksgiving - fresh cooked cranberries (no jelly stuff here), fruit salad (remember the store bought big red delicious apple that would make its appearance for the salad), squash pie; the smells, the bustle, the best sage dressing ever, etc. My memories are around the smells for sure, but also the sounds, and the fact that we used napkins at the table; Dad's laugh, and Mother trying to keep us out of mischief or from snitching before permitted; all of us pitching in to help set the table (who gets the matching silverware today?), bringing in wood from the woodpile; the warmth and the anticipated delight of a special dinner. Thanks was always given for the bounty of the year - that made a lasting impression on me, because I knew times were hard.
This was one of the holidays where older siblings just might make it home from what always felt like far off places, and so those of us still at home would watch from our bedroom windows for cars coming down off the highway and follow their lights to see if they turned at McBlains, and then did they turn at the mailbox - Hooray! Everyone is home once more.
Just as others have expressed, whether it is New York, Washington, Idaho or Utah, I can so easily put us all back together in the little white house in Penrose, and the outside temperature has no effect on the warmth those memories hold.
Love to all.
One thing about it, I have very well-spoken siblings! Ann, it seems as if Thanksgiving was the only time we had celery (maybe at Christmas, too?) and grapes with seeds. Thank you for that nostalgic bit of writing. No wonder many of my dreams are located in Penrose.
One question, Dad: Did you restrain yourself from throwing rolls across the table this year? *giggle* Happy Thanksgiving. Much Love!
Winnie the Pooh says that when we care so much, it is called love.
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