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I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at jacquelynn.fortner@gmail.com

Thursday, November 27, 2008

The ghosts of Thanksgivings past.

Random memories of Thanksgiving, in no particular order:

Picking up the whole platter of turkey (at age 3) and taking it in to my Grandma Schuckert's bedroom because she had had surgery and couldn't come to the table to eat.

My Grandpa Davis and his rhubarb and mincemeat pies.

Sitting at the little kids' table, wondering when the magic year would be that I would get to sit with the grownups.  Sadly, that day never came.

Hitting a bunch of bars one Thanksgiving Eve with Mom and her friends in search of a STRANGER to bring to Thanksgiving.

Grandma Schuckert and I picking a million crabs we had caught so everyone could have some without the hassles and mess of picking them themselves.

My brother Jeffrey and I adopting a couple of Seabees one Thanksgiving when Mom and Dad were visiting Uncle Dunkle in Florida.

Myne wyfe and I buying a rock solid frozen turkey on Thanksgiving day and defrosting it IN THE BATHTUB.

Cooking peas for the Salvation Army community dinner and them making the front page of the newspaper-my 'famous' peas. 

Heavenly hash in all its incarnations.

Daddy's homemade cranberry sauce that shows back up for Christmas (but by then it's fermented)

Mom and her Thanksgiving themes-some years, we all dress like pilgrims and indians, some years everyone wears flannel jammie pants, one year was sweaters, sometimes she picks a color we are all supposed to wear-it's always something different.  This year (her last, she swears) the theme is supposed to be MOD.  WTF?

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with family and friends and memories of your own.  *smooches*


Stepping Thru said...

I remember wanting to eat at the adult table too. Now I want to eat with my little grandchildren. Ah, the circle of life!
I remember my grandmother and grandfather's tiny house full of their 9 children, their spouses, and all 20 something grandchildren and no one complained about being crowded and nothing to do. I miss those days and those wonderful people!

derfina said...

I miss mine, too, but for some reason, I am especially missing my paternal grandfather this year.

Strange Pilgram said...

It sounds like you have a warm family. I miss some of these same things. I guess that's why I'm in a funk. Too many missed Thanksgivings piling up on me.

Hope you have another stellar year!


Braja said...

Hey Derfina honey...no Thanksgiving tradition in my life, but that of course doesn't mean no thanksgiving tradition in the real sense. Thanks for sharing a little of yourself, and for your care to this stranger...

And that picture rocked. It's doing the rounds of the blogs I visit, and is even on mine today. We rock :)

Braja said...

Derfina honey, for some reason my thoughts keep coming back to you today. Could this be love? Ahhh, the life of river dwellers, huh? Hope you're happy today and rolling in the love somewhere, girl...happy Thanksgiving from my river to yours :)

darsden said...

OMGoss, This BFFF of mine, brought me 2 count them 2 home made pies. The best pumpkin pie I have ever had in my life...and a pecan pie so good it makes ya want slap yamama. I have NEVER been so spoiled, I feel the love! (but I must say I wasn't the only special one...Chit the girl had 20 pies in the back still left for delivering) She Rocks, I love my treehugginghippiebuddie to death. She always makes me feel so "special" and not just because I ride the short bus!

sorry you devoted followers & bloggers didn't get any pie!

derfina said...

Strange Pilgram-I hope that the benefits of grokking a different culture outweigh the pitfalls, and that you manage to make the most out of your situation. I'm thinking about you!

Braja-You hit the nail on the head. I am so acutely aware of all the blessings in my life, including all of you here in Blogsville, that the holiday itself is merely a formality. I have been keeping all of you in my thoughts and prayers, particularly my new friends in India, Oz and Italy because I worry about anyone whose side I can't be at in a matter of a few hours. And of course, I always have myne redheads prime in my zone of good vibes. Glad to know you're getting good reception over there!

Dar-*blushing* Hush. Gushing makes me self conscious. And no, it's not cuz of the short bus, it's that you look so cute in yer helmet!