"Thanksgiving does mean the giving of thanks to God, and it is a holiday belonging only to our country, reminding us of the Pilgrims who found a day in the midst of their battle for survival to praise God and ask for His blessings".
Gladys Taber The Stillmeadow Road
Thanksgiving Day never looks the same from year to year in our family unlike it did in years past. Those years I could always count on going to the same house with the same people and eating the same foods. The place and who we celebrate with now may be different, some not sitting around the table that were here just last year.
Charlotte was not with us today and this mama's heart tried, unsuccessfully I might add, to ignore the empty spot at the table with the heavy feeling of her absence grabbing my attention more times than I want to admit.
The foods also may vary a bit from year to year, yet the the main fare definitely does not disappear from the table's offering. The dressing I prepared this year was different in that I added sausage and apples along with the usual onions, celery, and sage. I might revisit this in future Thanksgivings.
Rose had to work a hospital shift of both Wednesday and Thursday nights, so we opted to eat our meal at 2:30 in the afternoon between her sleeping and going back to work.
After stuffing ourselves properly we walked the land, our blessings are truly felt.
O give thanks unto the LORD; for He is good: for His mercy
endureth forever.
Psalm 136:1
