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Giving Thanks

Healthy by almost anyone’s standards.

Ok, so I’m a little late on the Thanksgiving post. I think I have a legitimate excuse, though. This is my first holiday in Maine in, well, years. Aside from the big day itself, I’ve been spending time visiting with family members I haven’t seen in an age. I was also helping out with the cooking. Cooking for people, after all, is so much more fun than just cooking for yourself. All of this makes sitting down to put together a post on the back burner.

The diet starts . . . tomorrow.

Going home always includes traditions. I have been to several different family’s Thanksgivings over the years. Each have their own traditions, a buffet, a small family gathering, the first Thanksgiving cooked by the husband. It was really, really nice, though, to go home to the traditions I grew up with. I was setting the table, so I got to pick the china we used. It was Mom’s from her wedding. The same china that we always used for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. We had shrimp cocktail that, as it has forever, disappeared with remarkable swiftness. I wasn’t part of a line of kids making the stuffed dates, but they were still part of the appetizers. When we sat down, Dad carved the turkey at the table and we passed around dishes of fall vegetables, many from the garden out back. Even the turkey tasted right. There is nothing quite like a bird cooked on a charcoal grill.

The aftermath.

When we were sitting down we were saying what we were thankful for. Mom was thankful that 3/4 of her kids made it home for the holiday. My sister was thankful to have gotten a good job. Perversely, I was thankful to be between jobs so I could take the time to come home and visit. Once we got settled, we had a laugh about it being a very small Thanksgiving with just seven of us. We couldn’t even fight over who got to sit at the kid’s table and who had to sit with the “adults.”

Marrying a German into the family is a great idea!

After Thanksgiving, we got to go visit a cousin who’s family hadn’t made it up to Maine for the big day. I also got to spend time with two of my three siblings, discussing their current projects and visiting my brother’s. We did not grow up near our grandparents and cousins, so moving to Colorado didn’t mean leaving my entire extended family behind. I am slowly realizing, though, why people don’t move away from their family. Whether you get along with them or not, no one knows you like they do.

Did you get to go home for the holiday, or are you the people that others come home to? Have you noticed your traditions recently, or are they just something that happens? This year, I think I’m thankful that I have family and traditions to come home to.