Thanksgiving at home

Mom was a wonderful cook and she did it all. She was always up early anyway but on Thanksgiving morning I would wake up to the smell of turkey. It wasn't hard to imagine this huge bird cover lightly with foil that we couldn't view unless we happened to be close by when it was basted with drippings. It never seemed as though mom was flustered as she prepared potatoes, vegetables and her famous cream cheese pineapple jello salad. That salad has been a favorite always and a fond memory of mom whenever I prepare it. She most always decorated that salad with maraschino cherries and, more than once, the cherries disappeared before it ever reached the table. "Those darn kids, " and then she would smile that smile that showed how much love she had in her heart for all of us. Oh, how I miss her. The table is set the food is about to be put on the table and, what do you know, my older brother and family are late. Dad would tell mom, "tell them 3:00 if you plan to serve it at 1:00". She did finally follow his advice and it worked for a while. Morgan David wine was served on Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was the only time I remember wine at the table with dinner. After eating so much food it was hard to even move. Dad fell asleep in the chair and the rest of us just kind of hung out and helped do dishes. Kitchen is now clean and it is time for pumpkin pie and real whipped cream. Thanksgiving was mostly a happy day. I say mostly because generally there was some negative that crept into the mix. God has helped us get past the past but my prayer is that because of past, the younger generation knows Him early in life.