Tag: Thanksgiving
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Redolent with Memory
When my grandmother passed away, my mother took over responsibilities for Thanksgiving dinner. Well, she took on all of the responsibilities. She always helped Gram. They shared duties. I helped Mom then. I took the entire week of Thanksgiving off so that I could help with the shopping and cleaning and cooking. Since Mom passed away, Thanksgiving…
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NaBloPoMo (11/2016) – Day 24: A Good Day
Aaaahhhhhh! It is done. The food was prepared. The family gathered. Prayers were shared. Food was consumed. Naps were had. It was a good day. As predicted, I woke to the fabulous smells of the roasting turkey. I got up early enough to get the turkey out of the oven to cool and prepare the…
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NaBloPoMo (11/2016) – Day 23: ‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving
Well, I’m still in hyper-drive mode. The stuffing is almost ready. I need to clean the turkey. Once the turkey is in the oven, I need to clean the kitchen, which will consist of washing pans and bowls too large for the dishwasher, and putting everything else in the dishwasher. Then, I will get to sleep…
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NaBloPoMo (11/2016) – Day 22: Big Gay Thanksgiving Agenda
Tomorrow is the day before Thanksgiving in the United States. This will end up being one of my busiest days of the year. (Until Christmas Eve and Christmas morning.) So, what exactly is my “Big Gay Thanksgiving Agenda?” Lemme ‘splain. First thing in the morning, right after I get up, will be to take my…
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NaBloPoMo (11/2016) – Day 20: A white woman, a Hispanic couple, a Middle-Eastern woman, and a Black couple walk into a grocery store….
Tonight was “shop for Thanksgiving” night. Sunday nights are usually pretty good at my favorite grocery store for getting in and out. People are either at home watching Football or they are getting ready for work on Monday. The same held true on this Sunday before Thanksgiving, though the store was hopping a tad more…
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NaBloPoMo (11/2015) – Day 25: Thanksgiving Eve
The turkey is cleaned. The dressing is mixed. Now it’s just a matter of getting everything in the oven, cooked, and taken to my aunt’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. For decades, Thanksgiving dinner took place at my grandmother’s house. Gram would cook just about everything. And she would start days ahead of time. When Mom…
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