Thanksgiving conjures up loving memories of moms. We were both fortunate to have had wonderful mothers.
Both worked throughout their lives to help support their families. Their love was given unconditionally, no strings attached, no return necessary.
My mom (Phyllis) held a traditional Thanksgiving most years. Her dining table was covered with cloth instead of the everyday vinyl. Seldom used family dishes were pulled from the cupboard. She got up at 5 a.m. to get the turkey in the oven and make sure everything was ready. Dinner hit the table about 2 p.m.
The family sat down and enjoyed every tasty dish. Good stuff! She was the glue that held us together.
Betty's (my husband's mother) dining table was laid with a beautiful tablecloth. A seasonal centerpiece, crystal candelabra with candles, and antique dinnerware graced the table. You couldn't find a more beautiful setting in a Martha Stewart ad.
Thanksgiving dinner was always a culinary masterpiece. A classier, more graceful loving lady I've yet to encounter.
Both moms loved all holidays and joyfully celebrated them with our family.
They instilled this love in their children.
Nowadays, Thanksgiving is hosted by brother Dennis and his significant other, Sue. Our family is lucky. Sue also thrives on holidays and their traditions. The couple have taken over the planning and celebration. Our family celebrates with her's. The togetherness works well.
The traditions continue.
Have a peaceful Thanksgiving.