THANKSGIVING DAY --- NOVEMBER 25TH 2010
Thousands of miles from family we rely on friends to fill in the gap. Linda and Jerry invited us to join them and their families and neighbor for a Thanksgiving feast. We accepted, agreeing to contribute pecan pie and sweet potatoes.
We arrived around 4:30pm to their downstairs apartment where Linda's Mom, Dorothy and Dad, Elmer live.
Charming, large apartment now filled with swirling, mouth watering aromas and the most perfectly cooked turkey waiting to be carved.
Jerry's Mom, Fran was there wishing us a Happy Thanksgiving and telling tales of Jerry as a younger man.
Segrid, their neighbor arrived, introductions to us, and then they all were engrossed in the computer to check out this Blog as well as Linda and Jerry's Picassa albums. A jolly, festive and culinary atmosphere was shaping up quickly.
On with the aprons and out of the oven started coming a procession of casseroles and creamed vegetables to knock your socks off. Somehow the carving knife was put in my hands so I sliced her up while Jerry made gravy,
Linda did everything needed to keep things rolling along and Andy tried to keep up with the dishes.
In no time flat, the counter was a buffet equal to any I've seen!!!
Segrid began the buffet line while Dorothy orchestrated the seating arrangement. Linda had done an amazing job --- we all know what it takes to put on a dinner party like this!!!
The table was set with Great Grandmother's china sitting prettily on top of a French table cloth and crochet edged champaign colored napkins. It was beautiful and special and traditional. Just what the tradition of Thanksgiving brings to mind. Family and history and love. Love of each other and of sharing meals together. I think Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and I doubt I am alone in that.
The feast was on and conversation got more and more fun as we heard story after story of family and living on the Intracoastal. Linda and Jerry have lived there for 30 years and know the waterways well. They told of rescuing a cat they named "Fishy Joe" after he was pulled from the shore of one of the islands dripping from the tidal waters, he attacked the fish Jerry had caught and was in the boat. Jerry saved him from sure starvation. The boats from that point on have been tagged, "Fishy Joe". Next he told of "Red" the puppy that they heard whining and when they called out, he swam with the courage and heart of a much bigger, stronger dog. "Red" was just a puppy that was swollen and engorged from drinking salt water and not eating. How he was able to swim to the boat was nothing short of miraculous in his condition. Both these animals were loyal pets after that! We told about Lucky, our goose for 4 years on Whaley Lake. In these stories we were all expressing how wonderful it is to be here in America today, enjoying life with such an abundance of love and fun and food.
Andy and I enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner and even more we enjoyed being with generous, exciting friends and their families. We laughed and ate and felt like we have known each other for all our lives.