I've been traveling the past two weeks, and thus away from the computer, and my blog. I realized while I was away, that I was not getting a chance to reminisce about Thanksgiving and our family traditions and so I apologize for my late posting and thoughts.
Thanksgiving, as a child, was a day spent at the family farm in Ohio, my grandfather Coffman's farm. The picture is of my grandfather Maurice Coffman, and my uncle, James Coffman at the farm in Ohio. The family - extended - uncles, aunts, cousins (close and those "removed"), grandparents and friends got together and feasted for the day. I seem to only remember the pies - typically the count was one for each of us - although I don't recall being allowed to eat a whole one! My dad, and his father were the 'turkey men" and there was also ham along with all of the traditional fixings. After my grandparents passed, the Thanksgiving day was one of family = just those that could make it to either my parents home or my house. Every so often, we would all travel to Texas and spend time with our cousins and their extended families.
As my boys aged, Thanksgiving continued at my home - but dad would always do the turkey. It wasn't until his late 80's, that he allowed me to take over the turkey duty - but always under his watchful eye. This year with his passing, it just seemed right to take the year off - and spend it differently - but remembering throughout the day the special day of Thanksgiving and its meaning to me.
And so I leave you with my memories - but most importantly the indelible sense that Thanksgiving is about family. Communicating with those you love - and when possible being with those that know you the best. Giving thanks to all you have and to your health. Being thankful for your life, and remembering that we were all put here on earth to doing something more, than just take up space. Maybe Thanksgiving should be the start of new goals, and new promises to live life to its fullest, and rejoice in the art of living! My Thanksgiving wishes to you all.