Thanksgiving
When I think of Thanksgiving, I thin
k of myself as a young boy, watching the Thanksgiving parade on television; mom busy in the kitchen preparing our Thanksgiving dinner and the feeling of love all around. I remember a gray, cold and cloudy day; the steamy windows that cooking made and snowflakes in the air. This was my best Thanksgiving ever. I was 9 years old. It would become the Thanksgiving Day to which all other Thanksgiving Days would be compared. It was also to be my mom’s last Thanksgiving, although none of us knew it then.
In my memory I can see my dad in his chair, reading the newspaper, my sister, all of seven years old, helping mom in the kitchen, and me in my innocence, unaware of what precious memories were unfolding. And as I remembered that Thanksgiving Day, I felt the warmth of the love that only family can provide. Life was so simple then. My entire world consisted of a very small house, on a very quiet street, in a very peaceful little town on the shores of Lake Erie. It was all I needed then; everything perfect in that little house on Thanksgiving Day, now so long ago and so far away.
One year later my world would be turned upside down and it would never quite be the same again. Mom died just a few days before Thanksgiving the very next year.
Those memories are decades old now. Yet, I compare every Thanksgiving to that magical and perfect one. It’s funny how some events in your life make an indelible mark on your memory that doesn’t fade no matter how much time passes. And, it’s always the things that do not seem so important when you’re experiencing them that often turn out to be the ones you remember most. It seems to me that the most precious memories are not planned, they just happen.
I’m not sure I will ever have a Thanksgiving like that one again. Maybe because that day has been honed in my memory so long it seems better now that it actually was. But, I’m thankful that I have that memory because I can relive that special Thanksgiving every year. I can feel the love and the warmth. Although, it is said that you cannot bring back what is gone, I disagree: It comes again each year at this time and I feel the warmth and love of that memory. It is one of the things that I am most thankful for. I hope that my children will look back someday and feel the same about a day that I have given them. Special moments happen; you cannot plan them.
I bet most of you have memories like mine. That ever-so-slight pause in “the now” that allows you to drift back to a time long ago when the world was a little quieter, life a little simpler, and everything a little more innocent and perfect. Allow yourself to experience the evanescent yet wonderful pleasure of it. I think that the Holiday Season is the best time for reliving the most precious memories and for making new ones.
In today’s world where a person’s worth is apparently measured by his or her wealth, not one of the things for which I am most thankful is material. It is not the cars, houses, boats, stocks, bonds, computers, in fact it is not the “things” I have at all. The truth is: It is those fleeting moments, those fragments of dreams, those passing glimmers of hope, the lasting love of family and friends and those priceless golden memories that are my most precious treasures.
It seems to me so very strange that we spend most of our lives in pursuit of “things”. Indeed, we work most of our lives to acquire them. We spend time away from our loved ones working, making ends meet, and seeking to achieve some glorious financial success however elusive it may be. It is ironic that wealth cannot buy a single one of the most valuable things. And, how terribly sad that some never learn that simple, elegant and lasting truth.
Anyone can accumulate “things”, but until and unless you have acquired the real treasures in life, the love of family, friends, and beautiful memories of special moments, you really have nothing at all.
This Thanksgiving be thankful for the things that you do have and be most thankful for the things which money cannot buy, for they are the most valuable “things” of all.
We hope all of you make many beautiful new memories this year. Remember that the most special memories will be the ones that were not planned. We wish you all a very happy and blessed Thanksgiving.
Thanks for sharing such a great memory! Happy Thanksgiving
What a wonderful story, of your most memorable Thanksgiving Day! Thanks for sharing it. I intend to send it to my family and friends! Wishing you and EB, a most wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!!
This has always been my favorite holiday, with family and friends and a big 25/30 lb. fresh turkey from the OKA Farm here in Illinois. There were rarely leftovers to give take-home servings. They were the most wonderful times.
TC & EB – I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. And to your staff, as well.
Hugs to you all.
Patricia Klun
TC I loved reading about your Thanksgiving when you were only 9. I wanted to share a saying with you and everyone. I don’t know who to attribute it to but it is: Recall it as often as you wish – a happy memory never wears out. This is so true and it is never about material things but God given blessings to each one of us. I wish you and EB a wonderful Thanksgiving so you will have more memories to recall.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful story of your wonderful Thanksgiving memories. Indeed, it takes many years sometimes to realize the important things in life are not “things.” First and foremost is our relationship to God, next comes our love of family and friends — and the rest is just “stuff.”
I too have beautiful memories of Thanksgiving Days past when my grandmothers were still alive and our family members all got together to give thanks for everything God provided. Those days are treasures in my mind. As you said, at the time they were not all that significant, but now, years later, they provide a glow of love that is immeasurable.
TC and EB, thank you for all you do, and all the information you provide. You two are simply THE BEST!
A story almost identical to my own… It made me stop and reflect for a while on that last Thanksgiving with my mother when I was 9. Unbeknown to any of us, it would be her last in good health. She died one year later after a 4 month illness, about 10 days after Thanksgiving. I, too, have always treasured the memories of those early Thanksgivings and other special occasions, but your story was a reminder of just how valuable those memories really are. May all of your holidays – and all days – be full of treasured memories, both old ones and new ones in the making. God bless…
I am thankful for you and EB. You have been there for me since I got my first computer. Every thing I have learned I credit you, TC and EB. My son has been a big hands on tech support for me too, but hes a truck driver, and not always around like you guys are.
Your Thanksgiving memory touched my heart. What can be more terrible than a small boy losing his mother especially during the holidays. I pray that your sad memories are placed with happy ones for you and your family. Once again, thank you for your tireless effort to teach an old lady about her computer!