This year, more than ever before, we need to concentrate on our blessings and what we have. My Sweet Babboo and I are both healthy, and able to snuggle down in our cozy mountain nest as long as we need to. We have food on our table, and although our friends may not be at our door this year, we know they are still there. I plan to make a lot of calls today, to check in with those we miss, and hopefully bring some cheer to those home alone this year. This morning, I’ll be reading friend’s blogs, and chatting online, as making connections is more important this year than ever before.
The Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade will certainly be different this year. I saw a news story that said the floats and balloons will be pulled around the block in front of the store, and that performances were taped for the TV audience. The parade has only been canceled during WWII, from 1942-44, when the war effort needed the rubber and other materials. Kudos to Macy’s for finding a way to bring our annual tradition to us this year, instead of canceling.
However the Thanksgiving ‘parade’ goes, I’ll be watching it and enjoying a special breakfast. Did you know you can watch previous year’s parades, see behind the scenes videos on things like inflating the balloons, and more on youtube? There are an amazing number of videos there, including one with some wonderful historical footage. There are even full videos of parades going back to 1927! I even found one on the parade setup that showed the fabulous animated displays in the Broadway street windows. You know, I’d love it if they would show some scenes of past parades. It would be even better if we could have the CSPAN version, just show us the floats and balloons, and leave the commentary off. Some years I think the networks show the hosts jabbering more than the actual parade.
Later today, we will enjoy the football games and our Thanksgiving meal.
Tomorrow, I’ll start the day watching the 1947 version of Miracle on 34th street, while I pack up all the turkeys and autumn decor, and do some cleaning.
Then it is on to Christmas!
But for today, it is Thanksgiving, and I am grateful for all the blessings in my life. I want to say to you, dear readers, that I am grateful for each one of you. As I near the end of my seventh year of blogging, I want you to know that it wouldn’t be sustainable without your comments, encouragement and support. You have lifted my spirits in dark days, and helped me to have a reason to design and create.
I love reading Thanksgiving stories, and shared a number of mine on my post Thanksgiving 101. I have so many memories of Thanksgiving days past, and it is usually the ones with mishaps that become the most memorable. Like the year I had to send My Sweet Babboo to the store on Thanksgiving day, just minutes before closing because I wasn’t able to get the jellied cranberry sauce required. Or the time my mother and I were cooking together, and she stopped up the sink with potato skin peelings before dinner.
But the best disaster story of all was this one. I shared this story in 2015, and thought newer readers might enjoy it. My husband and I were celebrating out first holiday season after we got married, living in a decades-old apartment complex. Old enough to be just a bit sad, not old enough to be charming, but cheap enough for us to afford. My mother and grandmother made the six hour drive to visit us for a few days that first year. My mother, who was always up for something new, wanted to cook the turkey at 200 degrees for 24 hours, a new method she had just read in a magazine. OK, sure. So, I put mom in charge of the turkey on Wednesday and went to work, leaving my poor husband home to entertain the in-laws all day. Well, about four hours after she put the bird in, the oven in that old apartment burnt through the element shooting the oven temp up over 500 degrees. Luckily, someone noticed that, although to this day I still don’t know exactly what happened. A call to the apartment office, and the manager (who thankfully was still there) happened to have an empty apartment where they could use the oven. Unfortunately, when My Sweet Babboo grabbed the turkey out of our burned up oven, a tidal wave of turkey juice and grease crested over the top of the roaster and down the front of his shirt and pants. Soaking wet with hot broth, he managed to get the turkey over to the other place, and cleaned up both the kitchen and himself before I got home. I was grateful that I didn’t know about this while it was happening!! I was also grateful it occurred the day BEFORE the holiday, and not on the holiday itself when the office would have been closed. Amazingly, the turkey was delicious the next day as it was supposed to be.
For my US readers, however you are able to celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you have a safe and happy holiday. For readers around the world, take care of yourselves, and have a safe and happy holiday season this coming month.
Would you share your stories, and your blessings?