Seven moments from Thanksgiving that made me feel thankful…
My dad recently fixed an heirloom rocking chair that’s been in our family for generations. We’re pretty sure my grandmother was rocked in it when she was a baby.
When my dad sat down in it to rock the baby yesterday afternoon, it was a special moment to see the tradition begin anew with a fourth generation of babies.
A family friend joined us for the day, and brought cookies that she picked up at one of our favorite places, The Czech Stop (which is well known to people who frequent the stretch of I-35 between Dallas and Austin).
We got a little bit of rain recently after our insane summer drought, and the grass is already starting to come back.
I always smile when I see this note that hangs in my 97-year-old grandfather’s house.
He usually helps me cook for the priests when my turn comes up in the parish meal ministry. He was so touched by our associate pastor’s note of thanks that he printed it and tacked it to the wall in his dining room.
In keeping with family tradition, my grandfather and dad did the turkey and the sides, and my mom made the stuffing. She makes it New England style, with sausage and regular breadcrumbs, which is how they made in where she grew up in Pennsylvania and New Jersey. Southern cornbread tends to be more like this.
We remembered loved ones who are no longer with us, like my paternal grandmother (pictured here in one of the many places they lived in Mexico and South America)…
And my grandfather’s parents.
We really wanted a roaring fireplace to perfect the Thanksgiving ambiance, but the weather wasn’t cooperating.
So we cranked up the air conditioner…
…and made it happen anyway. A crackling fire heating up a chilly house, Texas style.
I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving (or, for those of you outside the U.S., fourth Thursday of November) as well!