Grateful today

It’s a very humid Sunday morning in H’town.

But I have a smile on face,

Sleep was sweet last night.

Waking and feeling really rested.

Time for prayer,

saying Thank You for all the blessings in my life.

Time for coffee,

Messages from friends.

My list for the day is prepared, and all the better for starting my day with

Gratitude.

I Blinked Again

Just a blink ago it was Monday.

I think I need to stop blinking, cause the weeks are going way too fast.


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Happy Friday all!  I hope your weekend is Fabulous.

Today I am so grateful for my family.  My oldest son is coming home tomorrow, and we will have everyone in the house for a week.  It will be a great Thanksgiving week.

We did a dry run on our Turkeys last weekend, so guess who is adding Ham to the menu this year?  I’m grateful for the option to add a little Ham to our Thanksgiving menu.  After all, I’m cooking, I should get a little bit of they say over what I’m putting on the table.  Just saying.

For all my American compatriots, if you are traveling for the Holiday, be safe, enjoy, and I hope you have a wonderful time.

Happy Thanksgiving

  
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My dearest Emerson, how I love his words.  

Today I’m thankful for some quiet time, my family, my dogs, and a lovely meal.

Wherever you are enjoy, and give thanks.

The last thought on Thanksgiving…leftovers are all gone

All the planning, preparation, cooking, cleaning, eating, washing dishes, driving, driving, driving, and finding food storage containers for the leftover food is exhausting. Trips to the airport, weepy good byes, and hauling out Christmas decorations, left me barely conscious yesterday. (It is amazing how helpful the extra hands can be, you miss them when they are gone.)

So in order to have sustenance for the family after the enormous feasting, it was of course left overs.

My last thought for Thanksgiving…I’m grateful for left overs to make a pot pie. I’m grateful that there was enough left over to keep my mom in meals for a couple of days. I’m grateful that Thanksgiving comes on a Thursday so that I had all day yesterday to rest without having to go to work today. I’m grateful that everyone got along. I’m grateful that everyone has gone home. I’m just grateful, which is the point of Thanksgiving, isn’t it?

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Thanksgiving week

This is the week that we gear up for family, food, travel, TV specials, and the like.

I love Thanksgiving. I was so excited when the weather turned, the ugly Mosquitos were driven off, and I got to put on a sweater! My prayers were heard.

As a little girl in Ohio, I always loved the little song “over the river and through the woods to Grandma’s house we go”. Although we lived in the suburbs outside of Cleveland. We did have to cross the Black river, and my Grandma lived on a street that accessed Cascade park that had lots of trees, so that had to apply to the song somehow, right?

My grandma left home as a girl with her sister Crystal from Sutton, WV to work in a rich family’s house. My Grandma was 15 my Aunt Crystal was 17. Aunt Crystal worked upstairs with the children…which might explain why she never had any. My Grandma worked in the kitchen, which made her a fabulous cook. I can still smell the aroma of the green beans, and the absolute bliss of the tangible fragrance of my grandma’s yeast rolls. She would put together her rolls over two days. Her technique for creating the rolls was all by feel. She would let the dough rise in the fridge over night. These beautiful clover leaf rolls were a vision to behold, melt in your mouth, and the perfect bread for our Thanksgiving feast. Thanksgiving was always awesome at my Grandma J’s house.

I certainly don’t have the hardships to write a story like “The Help”, but I heard the stories of the adversity, the challenge, the poverty that my Grandparents went through. I stand in awe and I’m so grateful that they never gave up. Their creativity and perseverance inspires me.

They never settled for less than their dreams. My Grandpa learned airplane maintenance in WWII, moved his family out of the coal mine camps in WV, to Cleveland to work at Ford in the early 50’s. He built his own airplane, and saw it fly. He built it in the basement of their house. It was so cool to go to the basement to see what was going on with the airplane. It was a bi-wing, single engine, prop. He used a Volkswagon engine, and painted it yellow. He was so excited to see it fly! When he retired he played his music, and traveled. He played the guitar, banjo, violin, mandolin, piano, and trumpet. My Grandma was able to stay at home and raise her 4 children. She quilted, played golf, walked every day, cooked, gardened, traveled with Grandpa, and participated in all of her grand children’s lives.

I believe that I am living a good life, have goals, passions, and talent because of what I learned from my Grandparents. I’ve only mentioned one set at this point. But brevity is the soul of wit.

This is the week for giving thanks. I don’t know that I would have any sense of family, or tenacity without my Grandma and Grandpa Jackson. Grandma is 97 this year, and stopped making Thanksgiving dinner just 2 years ago…she’s an amazing woman.

I’m so thankful for so much, and I will take this week to express it.

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