What was the most memorable Thanksgiving?

Answer 1

When I was younger at my Grandma and PaPa's house. They lived about 7 hours away from us. My Grandma would spend all day cooking and baking everything from scratch. My Aunt and Uncle would be there. We would sneak in the kitchen and we would try to get some of the crispy skin off the turkey and my Grandma would come rushing over hitting us in the rear end with her wooden spoon trying to get us out of the kitchen. It was always like a game we would play. She would fill up that small wooden table full of food. When they finally got too old to stay by themselves they finally came to live with us. It was never the same after that. I lost my Grandma 4 1/2 yrs ago and lost my Mom 1 year ago. Now Thankgiving has been a bit hard on me. I am trying to start traditions on my own. I will always have fond memories of my Grandma in her little red checkered apron, cooking over her old fashioned stove, and the air filling up with the most delicious smells in the world. My Grandma put the Spice of Love in everything she cooked and no one will ever cook as well as she did.

Answer 2

Without a doubt it would be the Thanksgiving when my stepmother decided to bring her stupid dog to the family dinner, and the dog wound up getting into my grandmother's compost heap outside. Grandma had served sauerkraut a week or so before that and tossed the leftovers into the compost, evidently, and that dumb dog must have rolled in it for a half hour. Then my stepmother let him in the house, so we ate Thanksgiving dinner with the smell of rancid kraut dog in the house. Yeah, it's no wonder they keep me medicated! lol

Answer 3

Thanksgiving 2001, I was living in NYC and with 9/11 happening just a couple of months prior, my family came to visit me from Michigan and we had a dinner at my house, then we went and helped cook food for the workers at ground zero.

Answer 4

As a young boy I raised two Mallard Ducks in my back yard one summer. I was old enough to realize that I couldn't keep them thru the winter and my father killed them for our Thanksgiving Dinner. Coming from a large poor family we were taught that there would be days we would feel sorry about things we had to do that would make us feel saddened. Those ducks were an educational thing for me in many ways and although it was sad to loose them I knew from my up-bringing my father did the right thing and I never thought poorly of what he had to do.

Answer 5

I was twelve and all the kids in my family were talking, and the oldest of us (my sister) told us our aunt was gay. It was weird. For a long time it didn't seem real because all that time we thought her and her "girlfriend" were just friends. I laugh at it now that we didn't pick up on it, but at the time it was shocking.

(I just read turtlegirls answer...how funny! I guess Thanksgiving must be a time for coming out!)

Answer 6

Probably my first turkey I cooked for my new husband. I wanted it to be so perfect for him. When he started cutting it he said "whats this." um it was the bag with the neck and all that good stuff in it. LOL I didn't realize it was there and never took it out. oops my mistake ;o) Oh well it was still delicious and we never ate what was in the bag anyways. ;o) but he never let me live it down and was the first to ask each Thanksgiving "hey did you take the bag out of the turkey?" ;o)

Answer 7

All are memorable to me as the family gets together and we are all thankful of our blessing of just having each other.

Answer 8

like 1999 or so... when i was younger. I helped my momma cook the potatoes and i was soo proud i went around all day saying i cooked the potatoes. It was an inside joke for the next couple of years.

Answer 9

Sorry, Thanksgiving 2004, my brother die

Answer 10

those that i spent with my mother- i havent seen her in 2 years and havent spent a thanksgiving with my family in years she lives 3000 miles away(sound of heartbreaking)