Dedicated to Cousin Connie
In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
We had the same menu every year—the traditional turkey, home-made dressing, mashed potatoes dug from the garden, gravy, homemade rolls that melted in your mouth, jam, and cranberry salad. For dessert we had homemade pies—pumpkin from the garden and cherries picked from the trees. Mom’s pie crusts were so flaky and good.
Even though we were grade school age, we were not too small to set the table and help with the dishes! We three cousins grumbled as we did the dishes together; we dreamed about our future!
We raised our voices so our mothers, visiting in the living room, could hear our plans. “Wait until we are mothers! We are going to make our daughters do all the dishes while we sit around and do nothing.” We had no concept of the many hours they spent preparing the feast.
Forty years later, I was so excited because Uncle Marion, Connie, and her family were coming for Thanksgiving! It brought back childhood memories. Connie and I planned our menu—turkey, stove top dressing, potatoes, cranberry salad, and the best store-bought pies. We even knew where you can buy rolls that taste like homemade! As we enjoyed the meal, Norm reminisced , “When I was a child, we picked pumpkins from the garden, cleaned, and cooked it to make pies. We also had to catch a duck and butcher it before they prepared it for dinner.”
After dinner, Connie and I found ourselves standing alone in the kitchen surrounded by dirty dishes! We discussed the promises we made to each other 40 years ago—about not doing dishes when we were older. Our lives had a strange twist as we didn’t have daughters who we could send to the kitchen!
Suddenly a bright idea popped into our heads! We snuggled up to our sweet husbands who were still sitting at the table talking politics. We wanted them to know how thankful we are to have them in our lives this Thanksgiving and how much we enjoy being with them all the time! As we cleared the table, we thought for sure we would soon have extra hands to help us with the dishes. Suddenly we were in the kitchen alone with dirty dishes. We decided to go find our helpers. We peeked around the corner. There they were, Norm and John, sitting in the recliners, the ball game playing on TV, and their eyes were closed! “Aren’t they sweet when they sleep!”
It was meant for Connie and me to have that special time together to reminisce as we did the dishes. We were thankful our mothers trained us well—that we were raised by Christian parents and that we got to spend a lot of time together in our childhood. Anyway, we couldn’t discuss the men in our lives and the blessing they are to us, if they were hanging around hearing every word we said!
PRAYER: Thank you, Lord, for the memories of the Thanksgiving feasts our mothers prepared many years ago. Thank you for the training, discipline and love they gave us. Thank you, for our ability to prepare Thanksgiving dinners. Thank you because we can afford to buy really good pies from Spears, thank you for Stove Top Stuffing, and frozen dinner rolls that taste like homemade. Thank you for pumpkin pie filling, and pre-made pie crusts. Thank you because we didn’t have to run all over the yard chasing a turkey to butcher for dinner. Thank you for time with cousins and family. Thank you for blessing us with the men in our lives. Thank you for the memories and for the quiet time we had to visit and reminisce in the kitchen after dinner. Most of all, thank you for dishwashers. I guess doing the dishes isn‘t so bad after all!
May we give thanks for our many blessings this Thanksgiving Season.