Childhood Memories Friday: Thanksgiving Memories

Childhood Memories FridayThanksgiving memories, I have a few … after waking up on Thanksgiving morning, my sister and I would usually turn the parades on TV and watch them.  Mom got out paper and helped us make pilgrim hats and collars to wear.  We usually either invited my mom’s relatives to come to our house for the meal, or we went to my mom’s parents’ house.

There was always an adults’ table and a kids’ table.  Being the oldest cousin, I really enjoyed the kids’ table.  I was several years older than my younger cousins, and I remember one year being told that I had graduated to the adult table since the kids’ table was too full.  I was not a bit happy about that and would have much preferred to stay with the other kids at their table.

My mom always made a cranberry salad and she attached a big grinding device to the table to grind up the berries and other things.  I was never a cranberry salad fan, but I liked most of the other traditional Thanksgiving foods. Mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie were always favorites.

How about you — any Thanksgiving memories to share?

2 thoughts on “Childhood Memories Friday: Thanksgiving Memories

  1. I remember that we always spent Thanksgiving with my grandparents (mother’s side). My mother always made a huge turkey with Mrs. Cubbison’s (sp?) dressing. I always remember that turkey defrosting in the kitchen sink. My Grandmother used to bring stuffed celery. I liked peanut butter stuffed celery best when I was a kid. When I got older I liked the cream cheese. My mother always served the jellied cranberry sauce from a can, as a kid I loved it. For awhile, Santa & the Three Bears was the popular show to watch on Thanksgiving night, but then it switched to the movie Home Alone.

  2. I wrote some stuff for AC about Thanksgiving memories. We have done so many different things through the years. I didn’t even mention the year I went to Disney World with friends (no lines that day!), or the time our school football team had a game and the band had to do a show. That was hard on my Mom but actually pretty fun. I did talk about the time my son’s cat, Patience (who looked like a Pilgrim maid with her black and white coat), contributed a squirrel and a lizard to the Thanksgiving Day meal. (I declined to serve them; in fact, I screamed – I think she was insulted).

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