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Sunday, December 1 2002

Family Thanksgiving memories

For more than a week, memories of past Thanksgivings have been going through my mind in an effort to come up with one to write about. Having been around for 63 years gave me a lot of options from which to choose. Then I thought, "Why not write about this Thanksgiving since it is the freshest in my mind?" My sisters all have extended families of their own, so they celebrate holidays such as Thanksgiving with their children and grandchildren and even great-grandchildren. Pat and her sisters have no children, so for the past several years we have spent Thanksgiving Day with them and Pat's dad. However, this year her dad and sisters were sick, so we stayed home.

One of our foster sons goes home on weekends and for holidays while the other is with us all the time. So Pat planned a meal of turkey, stuffing, gravy, potatoes, and corn, and as she does with nearly every meal, she has the children help in the preparation. Some of the kids enjoy helping and some complain constantly. The foster son with us this Thanksgiving was unique in that he complained from stuffing the turkey to setting the table, but all the while it was obvious that he was enjoying himself. He had never been part of preparing a holiday meal. He was right there when Pat needed help and even when she didn't need his help.

One line in my prayer before we ate was, "Bless the hands that prepared this food." As soon as I said "Amen," he broke out in a big smile and said, "Hey, you meant me, didn't you?" Each time one of us commented on how good the food was, he would remind us, "I helped."

Family is a dynamic concept that takes on different meaning at each age and stage of life. When I was young, my maternal grandparents were the core of our family unit. Most of my early Thanksgivings were observed in their farmhouse. My father was second from the youngest, so his siblings had all married and formed their own family units and his parents were deceased. As my sisters matured and married, they would come back to our home on Thanksgiving and it was obvious that my parents were now the core of the family unit.

Now, my parents are gone and two of my sisters have lost their husbands. Their children have moved on to form their own family units. Pat and I kept Mom till she died and we own my parents' home, so my sisters tend to look to us when there is a gathering of my parents' family.

Sadly, for Pat and me, we will never have an extended family of our own. Nevertheless, we do have many pleasant family memories and none is more thrilling than having a child appreciate his own worth.

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