Hell of a Guy

Thanksgiving 2011


Thanksgiving on Valley View Avenue when I was a kid was a special time.  It was not so much the dried out turkey my mother would cook for five or six hours or the vegetables cooked to the consistency of mush, it was all about the occasion.  First of all, as you might have guessed from my comments, my mother was not a great cook, certainly by conventional standards.  One thing I can say about her cooking is that nothing, absolutely nothing, was ever under cooked.  But, as you might also guess, it did not kill any of us. I just know mom would think my turkey was under cooked if I had told her the 18-pounder only took 21/2 hours.

Thanksgiving was about family and very obviously about giving thanks.  I suppose it is looking back on it that made it so very special.  As I approached my “formative years” Thanksgiving was a day when brother Bob would come home with his family for the day.  The rest of us, Barbara, Diane, Wayne and me, still lived at home.  It was a day full of family fun and loads of laughter.  When Bob would come with his wife and two boys, it seemed the house was complete, it became a special day.

At church the Sunday before Thanksgiving and Sunday after were always about giving thanks.  When I think of those Sunday’s and church, I can’t help but think of this hymn:

He chastens and hastens His will to make known;
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing;
Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.
Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
So from the beginning the fight we were winning;
Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!
We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant,
And pray that Thou still our Defender will be;
Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;
Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!

I love when events or things bring up a childhood memory, especially ones so vivid as a hymn I sang in church with my family over fifty years ago, or for that matter, anything that might conger up memories of my mom and dad.

Here’s hoping each and every one of you has a wonderful and fulfilling Thanksgiving.  I sincerely hope for each of you this is The Best Day Ever.
And that is all I have to say about that…

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