Thanksgiving Day is when every leaf we owned was put into the big dining room table. Then as the family grew in number, we erected two tables,
had everyone draw a number to see if they sat at table 1 or table 2. At the present time, our family numbers 53 including our five children, their spouses, grandchildren and now, their spouses and children. That means our family’s gatherings are not in one place, but rather here and there.
We always did something strange at the family gatherings at our house. After dinner, we’d sit on the kitchen floor using the cupboards to brace
our backs. Why? Well, I recently asked our daughter why, and she said, “to be with mother who was always working in the kitchen.” Dad would get tired of standing and would retire to the cozy fireplace room, but when I finished the dishes, then I sat on the floor. That’s where, among the toys strewn there, we watched the babies crawl and take their first steps. It’s a wonder someone wasn’t stepped on but they weren’t. By the way, our kitchen has always been carpeted.
Dinner is always the highlight of Thanksgiving Day which isn’t complete without turkey, sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce. We had an early
Thanksgiving Day this year at our oldest son’s home, Mery and Cindy’s, and the night before, we worked at decorating bookmarks on which everyone was asked to write what they were thankful for. These were read before we began dinner. Mine is now in the current book I’m reading, a great reminder to be thankful.
When our family was growing up, chances were that home-canned pears were also served. When we moved into the grandparents’ homestead,(on
my husband’s side of the family) a flourishing pear tree grew in our front yard. That tree produced enough Bartlett pears for us and many of our neighbors. The kids would pick them by the half-bushel and if my memory serves me right, we sold them for $1.50. It’s hard to believe that today we pay that much for a single pear. It was a sad spring when we discovered that the old tree didn’t make it through the winter.
I wonder what you do, at your house, to show your thankfulness? An idea, I like, is when a sheet is placed on the table and everyone draws a picture of something they are thankful for. It’s then used for the Thanksgiving
Day and Christmas dinners. Another one is to pass out fall colored leaves on which each person writes what they are thankful for. Then they are passed around the table and each person guesses who they think was the writer.
Do you know that the largest turkey, ever, was Tyson who weighed 86 pounds. The largest pumpkin pie weighed 2,220 pounds. You can check with Guinness on these figures. History books will tell you that Abraham Lincoln declared a national Thanksgiving Day in 1863, the first Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade was held in 1924, and the American National Football League
has hosted a football game on that special day since 1934, except during WWII, (1939-1944). Yes, some travel then, but many more celebrate at home with the family. Some use the day to reach out to others. A woman in our church asked to be told if anyone was celebrating Thanksgiving Day, alone. You can be certain that a family and a home-cooked meal was waiting for them.
Charles Finney, (1792 -1875) said, “A state of mind that sees God in everything is evidence of growth in grace and a thankful heart.” In a few words, “Crescent rolls and thankful thoughts” sums up Thanksgiving Day. I invite your comments on how you would express the day in just a couple of words. And remember to take advantage of this special day to “Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, for His steadfast love endures forever.” PS 107:1.