Another Monday Memory

Thanksgiving Day...all the trimmings....don't remember the year....just the house. Set down to the table...say grace...and begin to eat. My Mother begins to cry. It is the first Thanksgiving we weren't sharing with relatives. We cover the dishes and pack them in the car and set off for Maine to share Thanksgiving dinner with my grandparents. A example of the love between my parents.

3 comments:

Myfanwy said...

Beautiful...

Thanks for sharing.

maryeb said...

Oh wow. That is a lot of love.
What a great story.

Benjette said...

That's awesome.

I went up to Maine last Thanksgiving, and that and the one before were both just me and my mom, because we're both up in New England while the rest of the family stays in Kentucky.