Memories of Thanksgiving past almost Overwhelm me this morning as I prepare Dinner for my guests.... I remember our family feast with the Eight of us on the farm. Dad milked as usual before dawn and Did his chores, but the rest of the day Was rest for him while Mom Worked her wonders in the kitchen baking A pig stomach stuffed with Sausage along with the turkey and Dressing. It was my job to mash the potatoes, which I just finished for our noon meal. I searched in my closet for one of Mom's Aprons that she always wore, and am Wearing it today in her memory. I remember when Min was still alive and Our little family traveled to Grandma's where The table now stretched far into the living Room to accommodate the larger brood. I remember when Min died and how For years my family ate around the ping Pong table in my basement because Mom Couldn't handle the crowd anymore. I remember my ecstatic years with Jack, How my kids started coming to our home, And how our menu always included Jack's homemade "Grandpa's bread." And now the store bought rolls on my Table are a silent reminder that Jack is gone. But the traditions continue on. Paul Min, Lia, Micah, and Jesi have Come to my place for years now on Thanksgiving, and they are storing their Own memories away for the time when They tell their kids how they came to Grandma's house on their Thanksgiving Day.
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Carol Iles
11/26/2015 08:48:53 pm
Just beautiful. I'm sorry for those missing around your table it I love the heart that carrys on with happy new memories and others bittersweet. Happy Thanksgiving.
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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