|Pilgrim children and pumpkins|
on an end table in living room
The Sunday local newspaper featured Thanksgiving for empty nesters like us and showed how easy this holiday centering on food can be. Unlike so many years in CA when we hosted large gatherings and I cooked for a week after getting home from a long day at work in the bureaucracy, today it is just us two. When I am nostalgic for those gathering times, quickly Jerry reminds me how much work it was because none of the inlaws who descended lifted a hand or finger to help out. It was all on me and some years I really resented all that work but still I would persist, and everyone enjoyed themselves.Once in awhile the sister in laws might load the dishwasher. But setting the table, rearranging furniture to accommodate the crowd, and more including a housefull of overnight and week long guests was on us. I looked but found no photographs of those times, long before digital cameras and we were both too busy to think of taking photos as well as we were not thinking ahead to when those days would be no more except in our memories, like the song, "those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end,....."
I am content without all the work for the fuss and nowhere as exhausted at days end after feast preparation, yet today we have more room to gather a crowd and the time to do so, but we are all over the country and like Steve many are gone from this earth. We have tried eating out on this day and neither of us like that, the crowds are great and despite reservations restaurants cannot control how long diners will linger, so there is always a wait. No, besides we enjoy left overs the next day and turkey sandwiches and well, the aromas of that good stuff baking in the ovens. This year I have downsized no turkey with carcass instead a simpler turkey breast for us two accompanied by all the trimmings,mashed potatoes and gravy, broccoli casserole, stuffing for me (Jerry does not eat it), cranberry for me (another delicacy of which he will sample a spoonful and then pass), pecan pie following dinner for him (a bite or two is all I want of that) and a relaxing day with time for a predinner walk to prepare for the consumption of calories.
|Tom turkey and pumpkin Patty|
I close with something I found in an old Ideals magazine while looking for an appropriate Thanksgiving ode. This is Ben Franklin and his satire. When humor and satire are gone, then so is the fun of life. We cannot take everything so seriously or we are done for. You may have to click on the copies to enlarge and read them. And to all a joyous feast wherever life winds you, this Thanksgiving. May you celebrate with gratitude.