As I am writing this – it is Thanksgiving eve…I’m physically
and mentally tired after the day at my job and coming home to cook and bake my
part of the Thanksgiving meal. I’m ready
for bed – but I can’t help thinking about all of those people out there who don’t
have the blessings that I enjoy. I have
a job, family who loves and cares about what happens to me, friends, a loving
pet, and wonderful memories of those I am thankful to have known.
When one enjoys great blessing of family – we also
experience the pain of loss. So many of
my memories of past Thanksgivings are tied up with my mother, grandparents
(Gwen & Cappy Shearer) and great grandmothers (Sophie Friddle and Nettie
Shearer) as well as my mother’s godmother, Glenthora Jones! They have all passed away now yet I feel as
if somehow they are still with us. I
wish Mom could taste that apple pie I just finished or sneak a piece of the
pumpkin pie that Dad and I had for supper tonight. I wish I could listen once more at the feet
of my great grandmothers and Aunty Jones as they spoke of stagecoach rides up
into the hills. I wish I could talk with my grandparents once again and really
listen to what they say. Those times are
past and there are new enjoyable traditions that I treasure just as much as
those old ones. I ask that as you
travel or welcome friends and family for Thanksgiving meal that you remember
that you are making treasured memories. Please
be thankful for the blessings that we all have!
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| Thanksgiving 1968 - It is my second Thanksgiving. While much has changed in the intervening years - there are still some traditions that continue. |
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