Thanksgiving: It’s all Downhill

When I reminisce about Thanksgiving, I don’t think about food.  If I am being honest, I don’t even think about being grateful.  What I recall is the excitement of being out of school, the quiet wonder of gazing out the car window at the rows of pines that lined the highway as we traveled to my Granny’s house, and the creak of her screen door as it flew open and I rushed inside her modest two-bedroom home straight into her warm and wrinkly arms.

I don’t think about the turkey.

Instead, I remember running to the park with my brother and sister and our two cousins.  With a coveted cardboard box, we perched at the top of a giant hill that spilled onto an oval track. Squeezing together so we could all fit, we flew down the hill on our makeshift sled.  We slid easily on the dead grass beneath.  The nippy air rushed our faces.  My heart raced with a giddy mix of joy and exhilaration.  Then, having reached the bottom, we sprinted back up the steep hill to do it again with the same joyful tenacity as a Golden Retriever fetching a ball.  We were tireless despite our pounding hearts, icy hands, and the tattered box that eventually disintegrated into pieces.  I felt free.

I don’t think about sitting around a crowded table or how the brown gravy spilled onto my green peas.

Instead, I remember curling up next to my Granny and reading from her stack of magazines.  I remember the gentle roll of her belly with each inhale and exhale.  I folded into her quiet breath and wasn’t distracted by the din of the television or the mundanity of adult conversation. I felt safe.

I don’t think about the punk-red color of cranberry and whether it still had lines from the can that trapped it or the chunky tart texture of some homemade version my mother attempted.

Instead, I remember my uncle taking us to the minute market and handing us each a small brown bag.  He told us to fill it with whatever we wanted.  The decadence of his gesture remains a favorite memory.  In awe, I carefully picked red-hot fireballs, purple ring-pops, pink bubble-gum cigars, and black envelopes of pop-rocks.  I felt abundance.

I don’t think about the perfectly smooth skin of the brownish-orange pie or the tub of Cool Whip that I much preferred to pie.

Instead, I remember giggling when I felt the stubble on my aunt’s leg and how when I called them stickers and continuously pet her leg as if she were a porcupine instead of a person, she giggled too. I remember jumping on the sofa bed with my cousins and eventually stilling into the springs that poked me in the back.  I felt peace.

Thanksgiving isn’t about food but the people who feed us.  It’s about the time we have with our family that passes too quickly, the moments of joy we steal between all of the rushing and perfecting, and the memories that sustain us after those we love pass on.   It’s about giving the people in our lives something to be thankful for that isn’t tangible but touches our hearts in a way that years later reminds us how small things become big.  With abandon, I glide into gratitude for the people in my life as if I were still a small child huddled on a cardboard box ready to descend, only this time, into a warm memory.

For all of it, I feel thankful.

In loving memory of my Uncle Jimmy, my only uncle.  Although if I had tribes of uncles, I know he would have remained my favorite; and for my Granny, who was quite simply, my favorite of all. 

Consider sharing this with the people you cherish and may you make beautiful memories with the people you love on this special holiday.  

Read last week’s post here: Vanity: I Look Like a Basset Hound

15 thoughts on “Thanksgiving: It’s all Downhill

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  • December 5, 2019 at 3:20 am
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    Love this!!!!!

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    • December 5, 2019 at 5:54 pm
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      Thank you, Stacy!

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  • December 4, 2019 at 1:51 pm
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    Thanks Lara…for all the beauty in the details. Peace…

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    • December 5, 2019 at 6:08 pm
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      The beauty seems to always be in the details. As someone involved in prison ministry, you know that better than most. 🙂

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  • November 26, 2019 at 9:05 pm
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    Loved the memories of your grandmother. My grandmother held such a special place in my life and I miss her even now. Some of my best memories are of her and how much she loved preparing meals for the family.

    Thank you.

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    • December 5, 2019 at 5:58 pm
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      Mary- I think what is so poignant about memories of our grandparents is how simple their lives were and yet they made us feel so full, complete and special. What a lesson they taught us in what really matters.

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  • November 26, 2019 at 5:17 pm
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    happy Thanksgiving. After the food preparation, I really cant wait to eat and do nothing but hang out with my family. Looking forward to it.

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    • December 5, 2019 at 5:56 pm
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      Alexa- I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and a good visit with the ballerina. (I just love that word)

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  • November 26, 2019 at 2:25 pm
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    Your Thanksgiving post is beautifully written. Thank you.

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    • November 26, 2019 at 2:44 pm
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      Thank you! It was a joy to write (even though it made me cry!) Happy Thanksgiving!

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  • November 26, 2019 at 1:00 pm
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    Thanks Lara this is so true! Happy thanksgiving to you and your family. God bless

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    • November 26, 2019 at 2:43 pm
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      Thank you! You too!

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      • December 2, 2019 at 1:16 pm
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        This is beautiful – and a reminder of the actions that impact our children…all the things you remember were times of connection between you and your family. I’m going to try to remember that going into this Advent season…
        Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving!

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        • December 5, 2019 at 6:00 pm
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          Thank you. I think it’s interesting to pay attention to what we remember about people and situations. It really is a useful guide on how to love and treat others in the gifts that matter most. So thankful for you sweet friend.

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