Simon put 14 feathers on his paper turkey at school on Tuesday. He asked me to guess why. (I didn't know.) He said that is how many people will be coming to our house for Thanksgiving! You should have seen the look of horror when I told him that no one was coming. I've been trying to make it up to him all day. Turkey hand place cards, fake paper corn for a centerpiece. And even a date with me; he got tic-tac's, lemonade, a donut, and a balloon. I think he'll be fine.
It seems weird to have Thanksgiving by ourselves, considering I have two sisters and my parents all less than an hour from me. But different plans for each led to a Tennis Family Thanksgiving. Just us. I think it will be nice.
My favorite Thanksgiving was in Seattle, I was about eight or nine and the power was out for days. Frequently, this time of year, Seattle is hit with wonderful blustery storms. We huddle in our homes hoping the enormous evergreens stay out of our homes. (fear of them crashing through your roof – this is not uncommon)
We had no electricity for more than three days. (we even showered at the church) I think someone that did have power, cooked the turkey for us. And it seems like the rest of the food was cooked on our wood stove. We lived deep in the woods, where not only was it very easy to get lost; but very hard for the power company to reconnect us. We were always last in the powering up line.
This beautiful house, so full of memories, smells and love; is now gone. It has been torn down, to make way for the hundreds of homes put in its place. (all unoccupied, due to financial recession) I always imagined my children going home to the “Bothell House” for Thanksgiving. It was an amazing place to grow up. Nestled snugly in 7.5 acres of trees that seemed to go on into the sky, forever.
While I always think of “home” this time of year, I know that the feelings I had there can be made anywhere. Tonight I made pies, rolls, cheese ball, rainbow jello, and am getting the turkey ready. All of which I learned to do in our big house at the end of the lane. I hope my kids are making these fond memories and they will remember their times at Thanksgiving in “The Big Blue House.”
And give thanks.
My favorite Thanksgiving was in Seattle, I was about eight or nine and the power was out for days. Frequently, this time of year, Seattle is hit with wonderful blustery storms. We huddle in our homes hoping the enormous evergreens stay out of our homes. (fear of them crashing through your roof – this is not uncommon)
We had no electricity for more than three days. (we even showered at the church) I think someone that did have power, cooked the turkey for us. And it seems like the rest of the food was cooked on our wood stove. We lived deep in the woods, where not only was it very easy to get lost; but very hard for the power company to reconnect us. We were always last in the powering up line.
This beautiful house, so full of memories, smells and love; is now gone. It has been torn down, to make way for the hundreds of homes put in its place. (all unoccupied, due to financial recession) I always imagined my children going home to the “Bothell House” for Thanksgiving. It was an amazing place to grow up. Nestled snugly in 7.5 acres of trees that seemed to go on into the sky, forever.
While I always think of “home” this time of year, I know that the feelings I had there can be made anywhere. Tonight I made pies, rolls, cheese ball, rainbow jello, and am getting the turkey ready. All of which I learned to do in our big house at the end of the lane. I hope my kids are making these fond memories and they will remember their times at Thanksgiving in “The Big Blue House.”
And give thanks.
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