Now that the children have their own Thanksgivings, Alan and I have sought a new way to celebrate my favorite holiday. Some years we have Thanksgiving with one of the children, usually my son and his wife, Amy, have been close and comfortable.
But some years Alan and I travel on Thanksgiving week. This year we went on a cruise. And Thanksgiving just wasn't the same.
Oh, we had our "round the table" Thanksgiving discussion (what we're thankful for), and we ate turkey that was good, but it wasn't Aunt Annie's or mommie's turkey. Bland, you know? And missing was family.
The best part of growing up was Thanksgiving after church and the family either came to our home or we went to theirs and we sat may 10 to 12 people around the table to begin with and the crowd grew later in the day and by the night-time picking at the bird we were up to a hefty 30 people crowded in a very small home, but it was heaven on earth.
The boat was filled with families this year celebrating the holiday, and they were enjoying a new custom for themselves. Cruising, while I love it, will not be enjoyed by me at Thanksgiving ever again.
It just wasn't home and it wasn't a celebration of Thanks.
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