Sunday, November 24, 2019

I'm Not Going to be a Thanksgiving Grinch


I could be, you know. All my life Thanksgiving Days have involved shuttling to or being shuttled to various and sundry homes of relatives near and far, whether I wanted to or not. As a kid I piled into the family car with my three siblings and parents and tried to keep my brother and sister away from my side of the car as we traveled the four plus hours to the Texas Hill Country. Once we got off the main highway, the roads to Grandma and Grandpa's house were not paved then and the noise of raw caliche battering the underside of the car and covering it with dust stressed me out before the hoards of cousins descended upon us. 

Once we arrived we kids were banished to the outdoors as the grownups drank coffee, caught up with each other, and prepared the food.  Fortunately Texas Thanksgivings were not usually cold. Days later, or so it seemed, we would return home tired and usually sick with a stomach virus we invariably brought back with us. Or maybe it was food poisoning from eating food that sat out all day. Even with the drama I always looked forward to the road trip, though.

Being married with children meant a different kind of shuttling. Having to bring homemade dishes and well-groomed and mannered children to the in-laws for Thanksgiving created a different kind of stress. On the rare occasion one of us was ill, I'm ashamed to admit I was secretly almost glad I didn't have to go.  "But honey, you go," I would tell hubby as I curled up on the couch with a sick kid. We would be fine. And a tiny bit relieved to have to miss the gathering this year.

Now the kids are grown with kids of their own. I can never seem to get them home together for Thanksgiving, and I've never cooked a Thanksgiving meal, something I both looked forward to and dreaded as they were growing up. With hubby's health issues, he doesn't attend gatherings any more, so I will venture out to my sister's home to her gathering. 

I will not be a grinch, though. I will bring my usual cheese potatoes and green bean casserole and try not to miss my hubby, children, and grandchildren too much. I'll try not to long for those crazy days of shuttling all over creation to make it to Thanksgiving dinner.  I will miss the loved ones who are now gone, I will miss the children who are now grown and moved on, and I will accept that life goes on with all its changes. 

Later I will listen as my children reminisce about their childhood Thanksgivings and grouse about having to travel to family gatherings. It's their turn now.


Sunday, November 10, 2019

More from the Moseley house

Being a second grader in the 60's left quite an impression on me.  Here are some of the highlights:

  • Winters were cold back then. We wore coats with fur-trimmed hoods and by the end of the season the fur would be matted and dirty. Yet the coat was passed on to a younger sibling.  Some years the coat had come secondhand in a big box from our cousins.

  • My parents would close off certain rooms in the house to keep from having to heat them. Heat came from propane heaters, usually a big Dearborn in the living room. There's nothing quite like backing up to a heater like that after coming in from the cold.

  • My first grade teacher came to the house and sold us a set of World Book Encyclopedias which my parents still have. The collection of yearbooks grew bigger than the original set. My parents didn't have much money but they made sure we had the tools for a good educational foundation. The set of Childcraft books that came with the encyclopedias provided hours and hours of reading for me and my siblings. I still have the set. The "Make and Do" volume was my favorite.  I thought it so strange that my teacher would come to my house, but I'm glad she did!

  • We had a fireplace in that house, which was a novelty for us kids. Once there was a bird in it.  I don't remember what my parents did about that.
  • I also saw the TV animated special "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" for the first time in that house.  I was captivated by it. For us kids, those animated figures were the height of modern technology, a marvel.  We didn't have animated shows available to us everyday like kids do today.

As I write this, more memories come flooding in. Do these memories spark special ones for you?  Stay tuned for more from the Moseley house.


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