Is there a Thanksgiving that stands out in your mind from you younger years?

Question

Mine isn't a very happy one. We lived on a major highway in our town, we were sitting around the table befoe our meal when we heard the screeching tires, screams and busting glass, we (3 generations of our family) went running out side and so did the neighbor's there were 6 people in one car all family who all died. One of the neighbors who came running to the accident site was the only remaining child a boy of around 8-10 years of age. He had stayed home with his Aunt because their was no more room in the car( they sat 6 or more back then) They had gone to pick up Grandma & Grandpa. This poor child had lost his whole family! He was of course taken in by the Aunt that he was with when they all died.
Over the years there had been many accidents right there but none as tragic as that Thanksgiving 1965. My family could not eat our meal but we all went back into our house and knelt down on our knees and prayed for that family and that boy. We would check with him from time to time.

Answer 1

My grandmother died unexpectedly at the age of 59 on Tuesday, November 24, 1970 --two days before Thanksgiving. I was 6 years old, and I still remember that, although no one wanted to celebrate, my Aunt Norma, in her grief, prepared a meal for those of us who would be traveling to the funeral home.

My sisters remarked at the time how brave she was to do this, but after losing my fiance 13 years later I continued working, taking time off only to attend his funeral. I realize now that preparing a Thanksgiving dinner for so many people kept Norma occupied, and helped her to cope with the loss of her mother.

What's tragic is that, up until my grandmother's death, we had never gotten together as a family to celebrate. My grandmother had 3 daughters who were scattered with their own families, and rather than get together everyone held their own dinners. None of us were anymore than 35 miles from the other, yet even in those more relaxed days it just seemed too much hassle for everyone to come together.

Did my grandmother's death change that? Unfortunately, it brought us together for that one year only. The following Thanksgiving, my mother and my aunts held dinners in their own homes. My Aunt Shirley is dead, and my Aunt Norma is in a nursing home, suffering from Alzheimers. There will be no more family dinners.

I wish I could say that my own siblings and I get together each holiday, but we don't. I'm disabled ( like you, I have RA) and don't drive, so I can't travel far. I've offered to host dinner, but Debbie and Jill go to Baltimore, Kate's children refuse to leave the house and she doesn't insist upon it, my brother usually spends the day with his in-laws. We no longer celebrate Thanksgiving in my home -it's just me and 2 of my three sons. The third one and his fiance will be spending the holiday in Buffalo with her family.

Life's so short and we take things for granted, holiday dinners included. No one seems to have learned anything from my grandmother's untimely death, and no one saw the irony in the death of my Aunt Lois on Christmas Eve, 1981. Much to my dismay, my family doesn't have any sort of celebration on Christmas, either. It's just me and the boys, and we have come to hate the holidays.

Answer 2

Thanksgiving Day 1972 is memorable because as a recent graduate of our local high school and former football player I went to the Thanksgiving Day football game to have some fun. My friends and I all showed up with flasks and pint bottles of cheap whiskey and an assortment of different flavors of brandy. We started passing around the bottles to try all the different flavors. By the third quarter we were all bombed. I don't even remember the end of the game nor do I remember the ride home to my parents house.
I was told at the house I staggered in and after greeting all my relatives I went over to the fireplace, where my father had built a roaring fire, and proceeded to relieve myself into the fire in front of my parents guests. I then crawled up stairs to my bedroom where I vomited on the floor next to the bed.
The next day I was told to move out.
It's not a nice Thanksgiving memory but it is my most memorable.
The one good thing that came from this incident is that I quit drinking and have been thankfully sober since.

Answer 3

Last year I was a new bride having my first Thanksgiving meal. I had invited my parents over to eat. I set the turkey in the sink to finish thawing.
My husband has this big white German Sheppard,
named Tramp, anyway my husband and I went to the store for a quick trip for some last minute things for the meal. When we got home Tramp had grabbed the turkey out of the sink and he ate some off one side of it! O.M.G. what was I going to do??????
My husband ordered me to fix it as best as I could! Well, I rinsed the turkey well and then I cut away where Tramp had eaten, then I went ahead and baked the turkey, I cut away even more the area of the turkey where Tramp had eaten and threw it out.I was crying all the while, (I thought I should throw out the turkey but my husband wouldn't let me.) Then I made sure I cut up the rest of the turkey before my parents got there, and I have never told them. I am sure that I made sure the turkey was clean and the part where the dog ate was all cut off, but I still feel very bad about that.

Answer 4

Wow, what a tragic story - I'm very sorry none of my Thanksgivings were nearly that memorable.

But since my Grandmother - who may have been the best cook God ever made - passed on, Thanksgiving means little or nothing to me any more.

I miss her turkey and dressing and cranberry salad and homemade rolls; I miss her sweet iced tea and pumpkin pie.

I miss my Grandmother - but I know I will see her again one day!

Answer 5

Every Thanksgiving was special because the family would spend it together. I miss those days, our parents died in the mid 1970's and all of the brother's and sisters scattered, we don't all get together like we did when Ma & Pa were still alive.I guess those spent together during WWII were good because I had 2 brothers in that war.And we all prayed for that war to end just like we are praying for this war to end.

Answer 6

speaking with my son and my scholars approximately what we are grateful for. it may desire to sound corny, yet i do no longer consume that lots, I merely watch all human beings around me eating lots nutrition that they rattling close to burst, and that i think of of each and every of the hungry human beings interior the international. So I forged a private circle for myself, and think of of the activities of the previous year and bless and thank all of them, for coaching me and guiding me on my very very own journey by existence. Then I frequently ask my ESL scholars to place in writing an undemanding essay pertaining to to the flaws they're grateful for. frequently that's for their kin, so I print out their essays on intense-high quality paper and supply them to the scholars with the gentle advice that they share this, in English, translated into their community language if mandatory for non-English audio device, and in step with hazard examine it to their families at Thanksgiving dinner. This year the foremost element i'm grateful for is, of path, that Obama would be our new president. additionally, this actual year would be phenomenal simply by fact we are ultimately going to bypass someplace. My husband and son and that i are going to Costa Rica for 8 days, to make certain the rain woodland and the volcano Arenal, and then bypass to the sea coast and notice this desirable, primordial wonderland! i'm very grateful! reward, woman Morgana