For many years, my niece was the "activities coordinator" for our Thanksgiving celebrations. She would prepare a fun and memorable activity for our family to enjoy together on Thanksgiving Day. One year she asked each of us to write down something we were thankful for. Our notes were put in a hat and later we each pulled out someone else's note to read. Then we had to guess who wrote the thankful thought. That was a fun and meaningful time for our family and a special Thanksgiving memory I've never forgotten.
What is your favorite Thanksgiving memory?
- We have a Thanksgiving Journal that will be cherished from one generation to the next. It is a true blessing to our Thanksgiving.
- Well, it wasn't an actual invasion, just two of my kids (son and daughter) who were active duty army, coming home for the holiday, bringing several friends along with. They had intended it as a surprise, but my son relented and gave me a call the night before to give me a heads up! My mom and I went out on a shopping/foraging expedition - and two turduckens, and all the fixings, later, we came back to her house, and set up shop - for an all night cookathon! It was the most fun! Of course, it exasperated my mom, who never thought that giving choices was a good idea, and because I love to give choices... so, there were three types of sweet potatoes, several types of squash, two types of mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, the birds, a raft of desserts (tarts, pies, cakes... ). In the end, we had some leftover tarts, and some really nice fennel rolls which had been forgotten on the front porch! Everything else was devoured! It is my best thanksgiving memory... one of the last with mom, too.
- —Guest tuxey
- My favorite Thanksgiving memories would have to be the years we had the "spawn" challenges after dinner. I won't get into detail about the physical challenges since I don't have enough space, but the spawn includes all children born to my parents. The spawn of the spawn are the children of the children. The challenges would involve the spawn, and then we had a separate one for the spawn of the spawn. We also have a tradition of playing very "spirited" board games after dinner. Another favorite memory is the year my sister-in-law lost her false eyelash, and after we searched high and low for it, it turned up in her glass of wine!
- —Guest Robin
Sharing My Memories
- What I like most about Thanksgiving is seeing all my people get together and eat and have a good time. We all sit down after everybody has eaten their food, and we just laugh and talk. The kids play and sometimes we talk about when our loved ones passed. We will always say we wish they were here, but everybody knows that God chooses the best for us, and only the best.
- —Guest veronica
Fully Vegan Meal
- My best, was being able to eat a fully vegan meal with people I love, at Portabello's, without having people around me eating a dead bird.
- —Guest woodsie8
- My favorite memory is seeing my younger brother wearing a napkin for a bib with knife and fork in hand saying 'Bring on the first turkey,' and later, ‘Please pass the tube’ (referring to a cylindrical container of fruit salad). There were so many of us, we had two turkeys, a ham, incredible side dishes, and desserts worthy of the finest restaurants. My sisters' pecan pies were (and still are) the best in the world. These are indeed special memories because my younger brother was Bill Roady of Moore, Oklahoma. He was taken by Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (Lou Gehrig's disease) when he was only 37 years old.
- —Guest John
- I remember as a small child of six, maybe seven, at the Thanksgiving table our "sneaky eyes." My sister was three or four, and during the prayer before the meal, I remember my sister opening her eyes and looking at everyone. I would look at her with a funny face, and she would hold back laughter and close her eyes. We did this every year. We had big family dinners when we were little and I cherish them. Unfortunately, my Mom always hated it, but us kids loved it. Especially that adorable little girl, my sister, holding back her laughter (with that cute little puff of a ponytail on top of her head). Funny stuff!
- —Guest Lynette Hoy
Always in Our Hearts
- Thanksgiving dinner at my sister Pete's house with the whole family (Mary C Young 12/10/47-11/20/2010 ). This year her husband joined us at our cousin Christine's and we are blessed to have each other, many good memories!
- —Guest A'NUMI
- My favorite Thanksgiving memory is having the turkey dinner with my husband at the hospital where I had given birth to our first child--a son named Craig--two and a half hours before the big day. I was torn between wanting him to be born on Thanksgiving and just wanting him to be born! It was ten days before I was due, so it came as a happy surprise.
- —Guest esmhewitt
I Remember a Turkey
- We won a contest one Thanksgiving--a free turkey. Well, the people who ran the contest failed to say the turkey was alive, and for one month we had a turkey running around the house. Well, one week before thanksgiving the time came to slaughter that bird. First my dad said he would do it, but alas, he couldn't. He was attached to the bird now. Then, my grandfather. But no, he couldn't do it. Then me. No way. So, we took it over to the butcher. He did it. My mom fixed the bird, and was all set to carve it on the table, cooked, and we realized it was once alive and like a family pet, and no one could eat it. So, we had hamburger sandwiches that Thanksgiving.
- —Guest James Detty
- The Thanksgiving I remember most was the year my daughter, who was expecting at the time, came over and we had just sat down to dinner when she said, "I'm having this baby RIGHT NOW!" I ended up delivering my grandson. When the ambulance came, all the neighbors came over to the yard and I told them my daughter had just presented us with a new grandson and everyone cheered.
Cape Cod Cottage
- In 1963, my husband and our 4-year-old daughter and I spent the year in our cottage on a dune that overlooks the Atlantic Ocean on the north shore of Cape Cod, where in 1620 the Mayflower sailed with its Pilgrim passengers, some of whom were my husband's ancestors, around to the tip of the Cape where Provincetown is now. With no electricity or running water we lived very simply alone on the dunes. When our daughter's cousins and their parents came to spend Thanksgiving with us, we picked cranberries from the bog in the valley for sauce, decorating the table with pine cones and boughs and lit the table with bayberry candles we had made. After a delicious dinner we drove into Provincetown to visit the spot commemorating the first landing place of the Pilgrims on Nov. 20, 1620, remembering those people and thinking about what courage it took to face the unknown in a new land.
- Every Thanksgiving my family would fly down to California where we would celebrate the holiday with our aging parents. They could no longer cook the meal, but would have been heartbroken if the family had not gathered for the traditional giving of thanks. This particular holiday, my husband (who was a surprisingly good cook) decided that he would cook the turkey. I had to pre-prepare everything except the turkey, and then turn the kitchen over to him. Until that point in time, I had never experienced a panic attack, but I came close when I handed over the kitchen. My husband disappeared with the turkey. In an hour black smoke just poured out of the kitchen. We all bolted for the kitchen so fast that we got stuck in the door, to be greeted by my husband with a crestfallen visage and the blackest turkey I have ever seen. Seems he wasn't quite the gourmet cook that he thought, but after we got past the blackened part, the turkey actually was very juicy!
- —Guest Reachout007
Fire in the Oven
- The funniest memory was the year the turkey caught fire in the oven. My Dad rushed into the kitchen while we all screamed, grabbed the throw rug from the floor, trying to smother the flames, then threw the flaming turkey into the backyard. We cleaned the oven in the meantime. Afterward, we brought it in, washed the grass off, continued roasting it, and had a delicious dinner after all. We still laugh about my poor mother's hard work going up in flames.
- —Guest Lu
- My favorite Thanksgiving memory was the first Thanksgiving I shared with my adopted son. Enough said.
- —Guest HS