On the calendar, Thanksgiving comes just once a year. In truth, we should give thanks every day for our blessings.
For most people, Thanksgiving is a joyful time spent with friends and family. There’s turkey and all the trimmings. Mom, grandma and aunts each add their favorite dish.
The family favorite I always added to the table was a snowball cake.
There is usually laughter mingled with the delicious aromas, as old memories and old jokes are recalled.
Children dart in and out, complaining that they are hungry, wanting to know “when do we eat?”
The men were often out hunting, and although dinner was ready, the women and children were left waiting for their return.
After dinner, the TV blares with a football game. Grown men jump up out of their seats, yelling for their favorite team.
In my memories of past Thanksgivings, some are of the years with my family, and others were made here in West Virginia.
I was blessed to have my husband Herb’s family: Tom, Roxie, and their three sons, Doug, Buck and Tommy. They helped make those early memories. Then Herb and I added Jim and Sam to the mix.
Cherish your memories of past Thanksgivings and make new ones this year.
I wish each of you a Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving.