by Colliemom » Thu Nov 23, 2023 4:54 pm
Every year at Thanksgiving, , I think back over past Thanksgivings that I have had over the course of my life. When I was growing up, my grandmother always did Thanksgiving dinner. My other grandmother died when I was 5. My dad’s aunt and uncle would always join us at Grandmas for dinner. Then They moved to Florida. So it was just us and my grams and step grandfather then. She and mom took turns doing the dinner. Later They too moved to Florida and it became dinners with my aunts and mom alternating Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. We did turkey at both Christmas and Thanksgiving and whoever was hosting one that year would do the turkey and usually the mashed potatoes and dressing, with my aunts or mom doing pies and other sides. They were feasts, let me tell you. Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, stuffed celery, dinner rolls, cranberry sauce, green bean cassarole, jello salad and pumpkin and apple pie. We always had a good time, ate too much, the men watched the Detroit Lions play football.
When we moved up north and started new traditions. My dad’s aunt’s family lived up here about 25 miles from us and Thty were deer hunters and outdoors people. Deer season would find them setting up deer camp way out in the Pigeon River Country state Forest, about 35 miles from here. One of their traditions was to bury a Turkey in the ground the night before Thanksgiving and let it cook all night. We started going out there for a few years, ,bringing green bean casserole and other stuff. There were friends who came too, bringing more food. I hold fond memories of those meals, sitting by the fire that was going after the Turkey came out, in a chair or on a stump. One year it was lightly snowing. We had good times out there, The guys/gals dressed in their orange hunting outfits. Or at least wearing something hunter orange as required by law. The rest of us wearing cold weather duds. Later dinner was moved closer to home as the older members started to pass away and eventually stopped altogether. By then my aunt and uncle had moved up here, next door to us, so dinners were usually at their house with my uncle’s sister and husband. Over the years it became just us and now of course it’s just me. For a few short years I would spend Thanksgiving in the U.P and then with my one cousins by marriage. Now I just do my own thing unless I get an invite and here, that’s weather dependent. But I don’t care. I have the memories to look back on. I’m content.
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