The week of thanksgiving

The week of thanksgiving is a bitter sweet week for me and has been

for some 35 years.

This week holds such precious memories of growing up with a big family

Mother always did the cooking , looking back now I don't see how she cooked

for so many,  nine children the husbands and wives and grand kids , I find it hard

to cook for just me and my husband.

I remember seeing her fixing the pies, cakes,and that famous big jar of

fruit salad I have never tasted one like hers how I wish I would have watched

and learned all about how she cooked

Then the last thanksgiving with my Dad he had went to the garden and got me and him

some fresh turnips , peeled and sliced just the way Dad and I loved them , since that day

I have never been able to eat them ,  maybe due to savoring the memories of the special touch

he added to that last thanksgiving , as a few days later he had gone to heaven and he went on my

birthday.

This year my brother wont be here as he and I loved pumpkin rolls his wife made,  last year he  called to say

if you are not coming to get this last bit I have saved for you I am eating it , I said go on and eat it and enjoy it for me as I am sure he did . I can see us gathered around in a circle at his house as he always said the blessing over the food ~~it brings me to tears , to know he wont be here to enjoy his pumpkin rolls
                                                          HOWEVER
 ~~I know beyond a shadow of doubt that  my family is feasting on the heavenly food ~~

My family I sure do miss them but heaven is sweeter with them there
May each one have a Happy Thanksgiving and cherish the ones you have
to share this day with

Glenna