Thanksgiving 2019
My mother started cooking in August freezing along the way. My father had gotten her a restaurant size fridge that lived in the basement like the Jabba the Hutt of appliances (courtesy of Carrie),
More cranberry sauce Carrie?
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Yowza! As you said, it makes for great story telling…
Enjoy your Thanksgiving with Carrie.
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I am, I will. 🙂
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What a lovely way to celebrate Thanksgiving!
Do I remember that last year’s account said the Thanksgiving feast continued after your dad got out of jail? Maybe my imagination ran away with me to remember a detail that wasn’t there.
Happy Thanksgiving! As we eat heartily, I’ll think of you, reading voraciously.
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My family tales do rival Aesop’s so, jail was actually like the Hilton to them. We were just your normal, fun lovin’ family. I do love to read. 🙂
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Thanksgiving was held at my ‘rich’ aunt and uncle’s home until I was well into my twenties. When I was around five or six, two of my uncles got into a fist fight. I didn’t see it (dag-nabbit)), but picked up on the adult’s remarks afterwards.
My children, their spouses, and grandchildren are all coming here; fourteen in all and one on the way in March. My table seats ten, but we manage to squeeze in somehow.
Enjoy your blissfully quiet reading and have a happy Thanksgiving..
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Sounds like a real feast Skinny, with you at the helm. I know it will be great. 🙂
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My first read of the day generated a smile. Happy Thanksgiving …. Enjoy your day with Carrie. 😊
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She’s right here asking, so what’s Frank like. Tell me…:)
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So what did you tell her?
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I said he’s a smart, funny, poetic and a rock and roller. And he cooks. Well you do, pop corn counts, doesn’t it? 😉
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Awe shucks. I’m blushing. …. And I enjoy cooking.
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Every girl would be so interested. 🙂
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Aaah … Susannah, your depiction of the ever so often Thanksgiving chaos that most families experience but are too polite to reveal. The secrets behind the bird. I’m with you, a good book is easier to digest. Happy Thanksgiving … Hope your blessings are many filled with good health, great friends and sprinkles of love.
Hugs, Isadora 😍 😎
Ps: no parade writes? It’s just a bunch of balloons and super sized advertising. Lolol
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Well the Park is in lock-down, as if Macy’s having a Bin Laden Balloon. Everyone s grumbling forgetting, it’s a day of thanks. The country is drunk on news that isn’t even true half the time. I don’t know Isadora, like living at Epcot full time.
Always nice to hear from you, and anytime you need NY bagels, my offer is still good to send them, Fedex. 🙂
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LOLOL … I’m so happy I found your comment among my reader thingy’s. Talk about being late to the party.
YUP … visiters from SC looking for sun and fun came for Thanksgiving and had a blast. Key to stressless company – 2 at a time. ~~~ : – )
My hubby worked the parade for many years. I attended once and that was enough. He was too concerned about his family. You do know he was a Man in Blue. NYPD : )
You, my dear, are a sweet bundle of love. Thank you for the bagel offer. I would love it but my tummy wouldn’t. No gluten, no dairy, no salt, no sugar, no nothing. I think aging sucks. But, I can dream about them. I can still taste those yummy street vendor pretzels with mustard or a salty knish as you pass a pizza parlor calling you in with it’s aromas to come inside and indulge. Well … enough I’m full. Thank you hugs going your way. Keep on Keeping on … Isadora 😎
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I don’t think I did know your husband was one of New York’s finest. After 9/11 I’ve been their biggest fan. I’m on a no nothing diet too, got my cholesterol down 20 points. But it wasn’t easy. And those Pretzel men are still out there doin business. 🙂
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When I first started blogging I wrote about Life as a NYPD wife. I wanted to show the families lives from the perspective of the wife of a patrolman. I didn’t continue the story because it was painful. Perhaps, I’ll try again without blogging it first then go from there. The sacrifices made by their wives and family is rarely addressed. Holidays were the worst.
YIKES 😳 don’t get me on a roll. LOLOL
Let’s not forget those hot hot chestnuts roasting on those carts too. 🤪😂😂😂
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You should write about it. Inside the Mind of a Policeman’s Wife. Hey, you’d be a huge hit.
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Sounds like your family had a rousing good time at holidays. My family Thanksgiving photo today features – milk!!
Enjoy your day with Carrie!
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Milk? Care to elaborate?
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They didn’t drink alcohol in my dad’s family. Tsk. The milk bottles are pretty cool-looking, though.
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Oh, I see. We didn’t even put milk in our coffee. Half and Half thank you very much. My grandmother liked vanilla ice cream in hers. Paramedics! Over here. 🙂
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Thanks and giving…two good concepts. I wish a fine day of reading…May we all give ourselves a thank-filled day.
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Thanks for writing.
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Happy reading …let’s all give thanks for the same.
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They do not make them like her anymore.
Hope your Booksgiving feast was a wonderful trip, Susannah
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