Sunday, October 11, 2015

To those who could not be here, Happy Thanksgiving.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
                 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


Thanksgiving is one of my favourite times of the year. The weather is usually gorgeous. The fall colours are in the early stages of emerging to reach the finished creation titled, The Beauty of Autumn.

Colours with names like Crimson Red, Burnt Orange, Brilliant Yellow and Soft Green can be seen everywhere lining the fields of corn stalk stubble, and empty brown fields where soybean and wheat now combined and trucked away to waiting silos and bins. Trees of beauty and treasure starting to shed their multi-coloured leaves, to share with the young and old who want to capture and hold their beauty, be that in photos or in between layers of wax paper requiring an iron, and your Mom. Memories captured and never to be forgotten, stories that will never die.

Stories of tripping over boots and shoes piled high, just inside the door leading to more stories and memories. Laughter and screams of joy coming from outside, where happy rambunctious children run and play, seeping through the open windows that let the smell of fresh air and sunshine fill the house.


Constant loud chatter, mixed with the noise of the banging of pots and pans, can be heard coming from the kitchen, where stories from past Thanksgivings are being shared among those who cling to them. Stirring and creating a meal that will be remembered and where the laughter and an occasional tear bring hugs and smiles. That laughter and those old stories mixed with those familiar aromas coming from the oven, and from the top of the stove, with a recipe for a dressing stuffed inside the turkey that was always, and will forever be made by those who promise never to forget.

Not all of us will have this, this year.


I am so grateful for all those stories and memories. Of the memories of laughter that continue to bounce around in my head, the chatter of old stories being shared, and the love of family. The tripping over those shoes and boots piled high by the door, those banging clanging pots and pans. The smell of that dressing that is still, and will always be made to honour a woman who loved this time of year, and was always so grateful for the family she was blessed with. I am grateful for the memories of fighting over the wishbone, and those who dared to like the “pokes nose” but mostly for all those who remember.

The memory that still brings smiles, about when Uncle Dave brought his own chair, knowing there was never going to be enough. The day the oven quit, with a half cooked turkey and a house over flowing with hungry Thanksgiving celebrators with high expectations, and the clever sister who rushed out to pick up Kentucky Fried Chicken to save the day. Oh yes there are at least a million stories running around in all our heads.


Things change, people move far away and some grow tired of fighting the traffic stay home. People have their own homes and families, or in my own case are expecting new members. Some of them are fighting colds or other ailments. Then there are the people who unfortunately passed on, to begin their next journey of life, and leaving us to carry on without them.

We owe it to all those family members who were here, are here, and will be joining us here very soon, to never forget the stories. Generations of stories never to be forgotten and passed down are as important as that dressing (stuffing) recipe.
So, to all those who will not be celebrating this year, for whatever reason please remember this. We love you, we miss you, and you are always in all of our hearts. Most importantly, we will keep sharing those stories with each new generation.


A personal message to those in my life who could not be here: Do not forget those stories either, and don’t forget to share them today and every day with everyone and anyone who will listen. (Not the dressing recipe though, that is a family secret). Do know we will be talking about you and laughing, while reliving those memories. 

   Love from Mom, Dad and to some Uncle Hero and Aunt B hugs.

Times do change. Those who sitting, or who are not sitting, at the table may change too, but life is like that. Happy Thanksgiving everyone.


Later

28 comments:

  1. Hello Buttons, Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. Lovely images! Enjoy your new week ahead!

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  2. our group was smaller than planned due to fall colds, but four of us told some old stories. Good to remember how lucky we are.

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  3. Sending you a barrel full of love my friend. *hugs*

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  4. Happy Thanksgiving and happy remembering! I wish I could taste that secret family stuffing (we call in "filling"). Hugs and smiles to you.

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  5. Feet under the table...the best time of all Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

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  6. Times do change and you are right, memories last a life time. Keep the good memories in your heart, Miss B. Soon you will be creating new memories and sharing traditions with your grandchild.

    J and I went to a 90th b-day party for the couple that used to live on the ranch south of us. On the way home we both commented on the great turn out. We also observed that there are a fair number of people from this community that are over 90 and healthy. Half of them, or more, are still married and only one couple is in a nursing home. Food for thought.

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  7. As we joined our son, his wife and her parents and grandmother for our turkey dinner this afternoon I remembered my late mother-in-law, whose house our son now lives in, and the huge dinners she prepared. We remembered how she was the ultimate host who made sure everyone had enough and jumped up many times to get more. Our sweet daughter-in-law did all the baking and cooking and is a lot like my MIL. I also remembered, as I was drying dishes while her mother washed, all the times I dried dishes in front of that window. Though the kitchen has been totally gutted and everything is new, the memories are of the old kitchen and the warmth there. I'm happy our son and his wife are making new memories in his Grammie's house. Wishing you and yours a blessed Thanksgiving, B.

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  8. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

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  9. Stories and memories...I can't imagine not having them! I hope your celebrations were good this year, even though you are missing some special people!

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  10. Well said about Thanksgiving being a time of sharing and passing on the culture. I like your vivid description and spiritual atmosphere in this post. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.

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  11. A lovely tribute B. These times always remind us of who is not with us. For Luke and myself this year was a reminder that we don't have the baby that we so want. I can tell that we are so ready for that baby now, there was an empty space around our table too. But - boy oh boy, did we ever have a lot to be thankful for this year! So much more than in other years I think!

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  12. I LOVE autumn and I love thanksgiving! The weather is still beautiful, the air is crisp and the leaves have fallen. It's the best meal of the year and all the focus is on the food!! Me and son mike, it's our very most favorite!!!

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  13. We don't do thanksgiving, but your words made me feel as if I was there enjoying the day with you.
    I love autumn, when the days are still sunny, but cooler and the nights are cool enough to make for comfortable sleeping.

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  14. Have a great time, at this time of year for you.
    Hugs M xox

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  15. Happy Thanksgiving Buttons to you and yours, I really miss my Canadian home on this day in particular...enjoyed your story a lot.

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  16. Happy Thanksgiving making new memories and sharing the old.

    FlowerLady

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  17. Just Beautiful. Happy Thanksgiving to you as your make new memories with family and friends. Hugs, cm

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  18. Your words resonated with me today, as yesterday our Thanksgiving table was reconfigured. I moved to our Dear Auntie's place, and I felt her presence the entire time. It was beautiful. We said goodbye to her this past summer. It meant a lot to me to be sitting there.

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  19. Beautiful words that ring true for many of us. Happy Thanksgiving Buttons and to your family.

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  20. One of the many properties we looked at before we found our little peice of heaven had a graveyard on it, not one that was tended but one that was abandoned to time. Ralph and I felt a pang that cattle were allowed to trample the stones and knock them over and no one seemed to care. However it was in a lovely placeand had Lady' slipper blooming as well as a wonderful old rambler rose. Maybe the extra peacefulness was a blessing and we remember the quiet spot and its lonely stones.

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  21. Beautiful images and memories. Happy Thanksgiving, dear.

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  22. Time stopped when I read this post and I felt my heart flutter a little. Thinking of those who have passed on made me remember one of my grandmothers, who passed away when I was elementary school. Thank you for jogging that memory and thank you for reminding us about what really matters this time of year and how we can keep living through stories. Happy Thanksgiving! xoxo

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  23. Wise, heartfelt words. Hope it was wonderful.

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  24. Happy Thanksgiving to you too! Love those photos. They are definitely great memories for me as we don't often get back to Ontario in the fall.

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  25. Your heart is so filled with love, for those in the past, the present AND the future :) That grandbaby is going to be listening to the best stories... xoxo

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  26. Hello Dear Grace
    This was a very apt posting for this holiday ... some who do not have the wonderful memories others have, enjoy hearing about them very much.
    Thank you for being such a sweet person ... it is very much appreciated : )
    Garden PA and I had a quiet weekend and enjoyed it very much.
    Gorgeous pictures !
    Take care
    Joy

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  27. You post brought back memories of what our Thanksgivings were and what they have become. Times change, people change, but the memories are as strong as ever and that is what makes us who we are. Happy Thanksgiving.

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