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Ghosts of Turkeys’ Past November 24, 2008

Posted by Kimmothy in Holidays.

Thanksgiving – 1970’s: We lived in New York and dinner was always at our house. Dad took us bowling during the day so Mom could cook in peace. There was always a big crowd, but we paid them no mind, except for the cousins, because they were all who mattered. This is pretty much still the case.

Thanksgiving – 1980’s: We lived in Inverness and they owned the golf course. Dad always had to work, Mom stayed home and cooked. Sometimes it was just the four of us, plus my grandmother, but more often than not, there were other people from out of town too.

Thanksgiving – 1983: Scott called me to say I should go to NY for the weekend. I said, “Yeah, right.” He said, “Ask your dad.” I asked my dad. He said yes. I flew to NY for the weekend. We were fourteen and took a taxi from the movies (Rocky III) to the racetrack. We won $32, enough for cab fare back the movies in time to be picked up. People at the racetrack knew Scott by name. Fourteen years old. Again, cousins – the best.

Thanksgiving – 1990’s: Parents still in Inverness. Somehow our house got to be the hangout. Now there was more often than not as many friends as relatives and a lot more alcohol involved. One year Jody told his family he was stuck overseas and spent the weekend at our house. April, let’s make a fire out in the woods and you sing harmony for me on Seven Bridges Road.

Thanksgiving – 2000’s: I don’t know why people think once you’re grown up and married they can tell you where to go and what to do for the holidays. I don’t accept this. I make the rules from now on. I will eat no turkey if I don’t feel like it anymore. I’ll always sit at the kids’ table.



1. morethananelectrician - November 24, 2008

I fiind the kids laugh at more of my jokes…it is a much more forgiving audience.

And if my jokes don’t work…I can always fart. To a nine year old..


2. iamheatherjo - November 24, 2008

We didn’t have a kid table.

I was the only one. :/

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