Stuffed 11/27

This year it took many hands to get through our Thanksgiving dinner. One person was in charge of the veggies, three others did the pumpkin pies, a crew of two did the bird and Rosebud did the stuffing while remembering to take out the "inners". Our annual event like other families’ has seemed to improve with age and so has the verbal tennis match that accompanies the prelims.

Thankfully I have been relegated to the duties of overseer. What I am thankful for on this day is that my younger brothers take delight in doing the dishes!

Several decades ago our chief operating officer would take things in her own hands and no one dared cross the line into her kitchen without proper credentials. It was a one-person show getting the multi-plattered servings onto her table. Sad to say our chief is now longer, gone to her reward but annually many of us return to her kitchen to cook up memories of her.

Try as we may to duplicate her Thanksgiving touch by adding pinch of this and a tablespoon of that, it’s just not the same. It’s impossible to replicate a cup of humility and her smiling face.

Yes we over eat, stuffed our faces and tummies. Everyone has a chance to get caught up with one another. Then we said our good byes hoping to see one another over Christmas. But all families have a way of increasing as well as going their separate ways. I just hope that our kids carry the same positive memories about us as we carry of our parents… please pass the gravy it’s getting mushy in here.