Wednesday, November 21, 2007

And We Give Thanks

By Hannah

Cutaway shot to the Sixties, when I was a baby and my parents lived on Long Island, sharing Thanksgiving with a friend of my dad’s, then with him and his bride and her family, every year. Don't you know, things changed: I got a brother, this couple had a little girl, and my family moved to Massachusetts. Even with the long drive, we continued to alternate feasts between Long Island and Cape Cod.

Forty-ish years later, Veronica still lives on Long Island and I in Massachusetts; my brother lives in Oregon. Given our families’ history, Veronica travels here every other year with her parents, aunt, husband and children. (Have to confess, I alternate between my in-laws and my parents.) In spite of new traditions, my childhood Thanksgivings bring back the fondest memories:

Juice glasses bought with Green Stamps. Kind embraces by once-a-year family. Long tables covered with food in narrow rooms that barely hold us all. More food spilling off counters and chairs in the kitchen. Noon: Alice’s Restaurant on the radio. Olives, preferably Lindsay medium or large. Pumpkin pie made by Veronica’s grandfather, the recipe lost with him and his wife.

Quick walks around the block before dessert, freezing our fingers and toes. Recitals that were blessedly brief with Veronica on flute, I think, and my brother on flute with me on piano. Seafoam salad, a Fifties throwback of lime jello and cream cheese with pineapple, that my mom is required to make still. Turkey, of course, with my dad cooking up innards to munch on and using the neck for the gravy after he wrestled the bird into the oven. Up too late, parents chatting at the table. Veronica’s parents and aunt talking local, state and national politics with devotion.

Wizard of Oz airing every Thanksgiving evening. Xanthous (yellowish, yes I looked it up) sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top. Yelps from their dog, usually a Dalmation, pulling at his leash, and one year, wearing Veronica’s dad’s glasses as we waited for the meal to be served. Zesty fresh cranberry relish, served once in a plastic tub identical to the tub my family used for compost, causing a brief pause in enthusiasm, then laughter.

Wherever you are, whatever your traditions and memories, a very happy Thanksgiving. I’ll be at my parents’ house with Veronica’s clan. If you read this, Paul, we’ll miss you. Last, thank you, Lisa, for the inspiration from Monday's post.

9 comments:

kristen said...

Happy Thanksgiving to all the lovely ladies at The Writers' Group!

Judy Merrill Larsen said...

Wow, Hannah, the whole A-Z thing again. I'll have to try that one of these days.

Looking back over 2007, one thing I'm very thankful for is my blogfriendship with this group (and all the other folks I've met through this blog)--and I have to say, it doens't feel "virtual" in any way. It's real and true.

Lisa Marnell said...

Wow! Hannah, great A to Z entry. Yowza! Wasn't that the funnest blog entry you've ever written? That exercise is such a trip.

The Writers' Group said...

Seriously, how do you guys do that? Obviously your talents far and away exceed anything I can comprehend. Truly amazing.

Amy

Therese said...

Oooh, Hannah, you got me with this one--totally did not see the A-Z thing at work!

You (and you, too, Lisa!) did this brilliantly.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you talented women, and all your readers too.

The Writers' Group said...

Ah! Anyone find the two D's earlier? Free pumpkin pie recipe if you did! I'd drafted in advance and forgot the "By Hannah" would work perfectly, so rewrote last minute. Now it's smoothed out! Happy, happy Thanksgiving to all of you!

Hannah

Lisa Marnell said...

Well, Hannah, I did notice the two D's. I wasn't going to say anything, but, well, who says we can't repeat letters? We should address it next writers' group.

Thank you, Amy, for your nice feedback on the A to Z writing; I do have many hidden talents. For instance, I can juggle. Yes, truly. And sing fairly well. Perhaps we should become a singing group, too. Maybe? Hmm, a name for our group...

Writer's Block

Show Don't Tell (this may be misleading)

The Mighty Bostones

Good thing we're meeting Sunday - plenty to discuss.

Lisa said...

You women are so talented and such an inspiration. Thank you for sharing yourselves in such a generous way.

On a side note, I too remember Alice's Restaurant every Thanksgiving and I've often wondered how regional that is. A lot of people I've met from other places don't know what I'm talking about!

Happy Thanksgiving All!

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