This week, my Monday Memories focus on the Thanksgiving holidays of my childhood.
Although Mom cooked a turkey “for Thanksgiving”, and made that unbelievably good dressing (stuffing), we always went to my sister, June’s, for Thanksgiving lunch.
She lived out in the country about 12 miles from us. June and her husband, Ed, had 4 children, ranging in age from 2 1/2 years younger than me to 12 years younger. So basically, they were like my little brothers and sisters. Ed would help June in the kitchen early in the morning, but once Mom and I were there, he’d take us ‘kids’ out for a long walk in the woods.
I remember we were always starving long before the turkey was ready. But once we sat down, that food was worth the wait.
I don’t have a picture of the house when June and her family were living there, but this was taken by my niece many years later. It was vacant and at some point, was destroyed by a fire of unknown origin.

I have SO many memories of times spent in that house and playing outside in the yard.
Recently, I saw this meme on Facebook, and it is so very, very true:

Oh, how I wish we had taken a picture of all of us during just one of those Thanksgiving meals.
And I’m sure there are many others who feel the same, especially this time of year.
~These Days Of Mine~






What a heartwarming memory and reminder to all of us to cherish and record our memories.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Lovely thought…….lovely memories – and we tend to pull those out of our “memory banks” more at holidays sometimes than other days. I had very little family and we moved around all the time with Dad in the service so “connecting” memories was tough. But I remember many wonderful turkey dinners at home even just the four of us – stuffing ourselves as much as the “Tom Turkey” was stuffed in the middle of the table. Memories are perfect to relive at holidays. Happy Thanksgiving!
Pam
Thanksgiving memories are sweet, aren’t they? I’m posting about that this week too.
Yes, take some pictures, because things can change so quickly .. I’m glad you have at least one picture of that house – I don’t ride out that way that much anymore, but whenever I do, I always picture it still standing over there.