I have found memories of this holiday during my childhood.
School was in session the Wednesday before, but once I got home, I was the
assistant to my paternal grandmother in the kitchen. The first item on the list was to de-husk the
corn on the cob, rinse the cobs, plate them and then into the refrigerator they
go. The second item would be to flour and roll the dough she had made while in
school. This roll of dough we cut together to create noodles. The last item
that day would be to make up cinnamon rolls for breakfast. On Thanksgiving Day we awoke to the smell of
the cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. I would continue to help out in the kitchen
during the day by pinching the edges of the crusts for the pumpkin pies,
getting the lumps out of the mash potatoes and setting the table. Living the
life of a military child, one tends to miss out on these special family
gatherings, I was lucky enough to have my paternal grandmother living with us,
so I did not miss out. Looking back at
all the Thanksgiving dinners from my past, I now know spending the time with
her in the kitchen I was learning how she was taught how to cook from her
mother. This is what bothers me about
how people are spending this holiday now.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
The Disappearance of Thanksgiving – The Only True Family Holiday
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