27/11/2025
When I think of Thanksgiving at my parents house, two memories stand out above all others. The first is from my childhood. My older brother used to visit us every year at Thanksgiving to take my younger brother (who is still older than I am…) to the Thanksgiving Fair at the old Sears shopping center and to buy us each a present at a local toy store. He did this because he wanted to make us feel special.
When I was a bit older (in my teenage and young adult years), Thanksgiving was a bit different. The family would gather and eat—the usual traditions of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, football, etc. also happened—and then after everyone was in bed, my sister, younger brother and I would sneak into the kitchen around midnight and do the forbidden—we ate the leftover dressing from Thanksgiving dinner. Every year, on the day after Thanksgiving, my mother would wake up and yell, “Who ate the dressing??!!” Silence. Silence followed by guilty looks and snickering. I always wondered why this surprised her each time… 😂
Today, looking at Thanksgiving from so far away, I miss these moments, and I am truly grateful to have shared them with my family. Treasure the little moments you have with each other and remember to be thankful. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!