When I was a child, we always celebrated Thanksgiving at Aunt Wanda’s and Uncle Cope’s house. Extended family (and friends who felt like family) filled the house with conversation and laughter. Dinner, a typical American feast that featured a turkey and at least one dessert containing chocolate, was scheduled around TV football games. I have fond memories from those years.
When Dr. Lobo and I were raising our children, Thanksgiving celebrations were much less exciting. Sometimes the five of us would spend the day with Dr. Lobo’s parents. Occasionally other relatives were involved. By the time our kids were in middle and high school, however, we usually spent Thanksgiving at home by ourselves. It always felt lonely to me, and I wished my children could experience the kind of family holiday dinners that I had enjoyed as a child.
Now two of our children (and their spouses) live out of state, so most of the time, only three of us are here for holiday dinners. I probably don’t need to tell you that it’s not real exciting.
For the past three years, a family in our church has coordinated a Thanksgiving Day dinner at the church, and it seems to attract more people each year. While the fellowship hall scene does not look like the famous Norman Rockwell painting of Thanksgiving dinner, it has its own charm.
This is what my Thanksgiving dinner looked like this year:
Lots of cooks in the kitchen! (Sometimes even more than shown here.)
Everybody contributed to the feast.
What a spread!
There were lots of desserts to choose from, including pumpkin pie and pecan pie.
I made new friends and enjoyed being with old friends. Here's my good friend Louise and my friend (and minister) Zena.
It was much like those Thanksgiving dinners from my childhood, with conversation, laughter, and good food. It felt like family.