THE THANKSGIVING TABLE

 


First, you need to go to the grocery store to purchase all the ingredients for your Thanksgiving dinner.

Dad will make his fluffy, extra creamy scrambled eggs for Thanksgiving breakfast.

Sis will make her special pumpkin nut bread for the occasion.

Mom will make the pumpkin pies.  I like mincemeat pie with hard sauce too, but no one else in the family likes it, so unless I make my own, I never have any.  My Grandma Louise also makes a yummy molded persimmon pudding with lemon sauce.

Once the pies are in the oven, Mom will chop up the celery and onions to go in the stuffing for the turkey sitting on the table behind her waiting to be stuffed.

And when it’s done roasting, Dad will take the perfect turkey out of the oven.

When dinner is served, Dad will take the perfect picture of the Thanksgiving table before we sit down to eat

While Dad’s taking the perfect picture of the Thanksgiving table, some of us will hide in the kitchen holding things that had been stacked on the dish cabinet behind the table so the picture Dad’s taking will be perfect. J

And when dinner is over, Dad will carve up the rest of the turkey to be saved, then nibble on the carcass. J

A decade later when I was married with three children, we had Thanksgiving dinner at our house with my two younger sisters, my husband, and my Dad and Mom seated around the grownup's table.  That’s our youngest daughter at the children’s table staring at the camera.

This year, 48 years after the above photo was taken, we will be driving to youngest daughter’s house for Thanksgiving and to get there we will be crossing several bridges – one over a reservoir, one over a river, and several over various creeks.

¯ Over the reservoir, river, and creeks to daughter’s house we go . . . ¯

The Stevenot Bridge over New Melones Reservoir.

Butte Canyon Bridge over the south fork of the Mokelumne River.

The Calaveritas Creek bridge passes under the old railroad bridge as it crosses the creek.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

:->

La Nightingail

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