Thanksgiving Memories

As I reflect on Thanksgiving Day, I can’t help but think about my childhood Thanksgivings: waking up to the scent of turkey in the oven, nibbling on cinnamon swirls made from leftover pie crust—a cherished generational tradition—watching the Macy’s Parade, and seeing the dining room table transform into a vision of elegance. It was adorned with the “best” dishes, fancy silverware, a crisp tablecloth, wine glasses, and my grandmother’s cherished candlesticks.

It’s amazing how much I took those days for granted. I didn’t recognize all the effort that went into creating a delicious feast on a tight budget. For Mom, it was simply a special dinner—she always made dinner. What was different were the people gathered around the table. My siblings, much older than me, were sometimes there and sometimes not. Over time, their absence became more frequent, as happens in life.

As I grew and had a family of my own, I stepped into my mother’s shoes. It wasn’t a burden; it was a blessing, one I will cherish for a lifetime. Now, time has marched on again, and my daughter has taken on the mantle. Today, I sit around the table with my grown children, their spouses, and their kids. Yet, some traditions remain steadfast—the “best” china, the glowing candlesticks, the passed-down silverware, and a new generation of cinnamon swirl bakers, continuing a legacy from their great-great-grandmother.

I miss the days of my youth, surrounded by my parents and siblings, but I hold tightly to this new phase of life. I feel blessed as I embrace the changes. It’s all as it should be.

I hope your Thanksgiving was filled with treasured memories and moments of gratitude, no matter how small. As for me, my heart is full.

Hugs,

Karen