I recall fondly the Thanksgivings of my youth. The day would start early, as I had to do the paper route. I would distribute the five pound editions four at a time before having to go home to re-load the sack. Once the papers were done, it was back home to the smell of roasting turkey! My father was a homicide detective, and the high Flint crime rate kept him gamefully employed and food on the table.
There was nothing on the three TV channels except parades, so I would lay on the green shag carpet in front of the 19in screen and watch those. At some point the house smoke alarm would go off, acting as a sort of dinner bell by announcing that mom's rolls were done (and then some) and it was time to eat.
My brothers and I would rush the table and throw our asses and elbows out like we were posting up Shaq for a rebound. My dad would tell us, "take what you want, but eat what you take." Now I have 3 boys of my own. It brings me great joy to see them carry on that tradition.
Happy Thanksgiving to one and all of my friends!
Your remembrance is so American it nearly made me cry. Honestly, those were some of the best paragraphs I've ever read...I was THERE.ReplyDelete
Except you missed one thing: the mashed potatoes.
I commented back to you at my place when you mentioned them so humorously there; I've been known to order an entree at a restaurant just because it CAME with mashed potatoes! :-) So I share your fetish! (I've never met a potato I didn't love)
Happy Thanksgiving, dear DaBlade..you're the greatest.
God bless you and your boys.
Oh gosh I'm stuffed!..lol..HAPPIEST THANKSGIVING DEAR FRIEND!!:)ReplyDelete
Hi Da Blade,ReplyDelete
My remembrance would mirror yours, except I didn't deliver papers.
We had a big group then, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, joined us. It is a wonderful memory.
After the dinner, we would play parlor games. Such fun and warm, loving times.
We still have family together for Thanksgiving and it too is so wonderful. But, from those days gone by, so many have now passed on, but the love and memories linger, and we are blessed.
Thanks for the memories.
Terrific memories. and now your boys will be able to say the same - paying it forward. God bless you & yours!ReplyDelete